Little
Children is a wonderfully written film about suburban life, but ironically
the film is not about the lives of little children. It’s about
the conspicuous lives of their parents, neighbors and the sexual deviant
that just moved into their quiet little town.
Lucy Pierce, the young daughter of Sarah and Richard, and Aaron Adamson,
the young son of Kathy and Brad, are innocent bystanders in the whirlwind
of events that happen in their quaint little neighborhood and playground.
The film has poignant narration that reveals to the audience the secret
desires of the adults. Sarah, an Anthropologist, and Brad, a stay-at-home
dad, become friends while their children Lucy and Aaron play by the
pool.
Throughout their companionship, they find it harder and harder to
resist consummating their affections. Both are bored to tears of their
daily life and find a new and strange excitement with each other.
All the while, a watchful eye is kept on them by the gossiping wives
of their little community. Suspicions are raised about their new-found
friendship, but with each other it showed that they felt alive like
they hadn’t in years.
The film is about two adults searching for something more and pursuing
their fantasies, somewhat irresponsibly, like little children. After
tragedy strikes they are brought back down to earth, but when reality
sets in, some things cannot be undone.
Kathy Adamson is played by the gorgeous and talented Jennifer Connelly
and her rival Sarah Pierce is played by the charming Kate Winslet.
The narration, screenplay and cinematography were nothing short of
genius, but if you find Desperate Housewives drab, then you won’t
like this movie.
Little Children is rated R for strong sexuality and nudity. The film,
by New Line Cinema, has pulled in an estimated $1,467,068 in the box
offices. I loved the film for its raw and real insight into human
behavior in society and insight of what goes on when people think
that no one is looking.
