My Son, My Son, What Have Ye Done
Inspired by a true crime, a man begins to experience mystifying events that lead him to slay his mother with a sword.
1970 in Sverdlovsk, Russian SFSR, USSR [now Yekaterinburg, Russia]
21 August 1949, Houston, Texas, USA
22 July 1955, Appleton, Wisconsin, USA
17 May 1941, New Orleans, Louisiana, USA
8 February 1975, San Diego, California, USA
18 March 1950, Huntington, West Virginia, USA
18 January 1969, Washington, District of Columbia, USA
September 10, 2010
It is a film that addresses itself directly to the audience of Lynch and Herzog, and sets out, in its own special way, to "razzle them, dazzle them, razzle dazzle them."
September 08, 2010
My Son, My Son... may be a minor work in the Herzog canon but it's still one of the more fascinating, frustrating, disturbing and beautiful experiences available to cinemagoers this year.
December 18, 2009
As a writer-director with five decades' worth of notable screen work to his credit, [Herzog] certainly can't be faulted for taking risks, even if it means now and then, well, falling on his sword.
September 10, 2010
It's like Psycho remade by Ed Wood.
September 25, 2010
The version of madness displayed by [Michael Shannon's] Brad is not typically dramatic; it's mostly just strange, and dances the line bordering on goofiness.
January 03, 2011
What they deliver is the sort of fake mysticism that usually ensues when secular intellectuals try to plumb the depths of religious faith.
April 08, 2010
One of Herzog's quirky misfires.
September 13, 2010
More like a bad dream than a good film.
September 09, 2010
My Son, My Son, What Have Ye Done finds God in a cereal box and Satan on an ostrich farm.
February 26, 2010
Lynch and Herzog have tickled us for years with their dwarves and iguanas and impenetrable stories. This collaboration represents the vanishing point of willful obscurity.
September 10, 2010
Oddly understated, it's nevertheless as unnerving a vision of disintegration in suburbia as you'd expect from director Werner Herzog and producer David Lynch.
April 08, 2010
Confounds all convention and denies all expected pleasures, providing instead the delight of watching Herzog feed the police hostage formula into the Mixmaster of his imagination.
