Don't Call Me Son

Don't Call Me Son ★★★½


Takes two melodramatic premises that have become kinda creaky at this point and refreshes both by jamming them together. Seems like it shouldn't work, but Muylaert depicts Pierre/Felipe's cross-dressing so matter-of-factly that he never seems to be experiencing the dual identity crisis that a lesser film would have milked for all it's worth. (Nero's performance initially struck me as overly impassive, but he grew on me as the movie took shape.) Not sold, though, on the stunt of having the same woman play both of his moms—it doesn't become a distraction, exactly, as she manages to make them totally distinct, but there's no good thematic reason for it that I can discern.