Little children (2006)

Little children (dir. Todd Field) had its nice moments. It's a sombre film opting for a quieter portrayal of Suburbia than what we are used to in contemporary US movies. Sarah is the unhappy housewife who takes her daugther to the playground. She abhors the oppressive presence of the other women there, who all put up a facade, act out the role. Sarah intentionally makes a scandal by acting intimately with a guy on the playground. She falls for the guy, Brad, a stay-at-home dad who feels miserable about his own life and his miserable attempts to pass the bar exam. The two have an affair and the film follows their amorous paths through a sneering and claustrophobic suburbia. The film also follows Brad's relation to his friend Larry, a former police officer who is obsessed about a convicted child molestor. The film also introduces this social outcast, the paedophile, but it is here that the film starts to feel really weak, floundering in hesitation. Little Children sets out to be a critical study of middle-class decency but at the same time it at times feels like that specific class consciousness: a specific form of melancholia that we have seen in hundreds of American movies, sometimes starkly (Revolutionary Road) and sometimes this melancholia turns into a cliché. Little Children is in-between. What the film does best? It depicts a bunch of extremely clueless grown-ups: bad feeling, bad vibes and creepy surroundings.