Amy Adams says with an eye roll as she reflects on her physical appearance in her latest film, “Nightbitch,” about a struggling stay-at-home mom who — go with us here — sometimes turns into a dog. “I was like, ‘You do realize that’s what I look like in my life, right?’” Considering the role sees Adams bounding around on all fours, six nipples swaying in the breeze, and chowing down on a bowl of meatloaf on hands and knees, some frumpy clothes and frizzy hair hardly feel like the bravest part of her performance.
In Marielle Heller’s surreal, often biting examination of motherhood, Adams’ character is upset over having given up a fulfilling career as an artist to become her baby’s primary caregiver (a role she finds stifling), with only her clueless husband (Scoot McNairy) to help her — or not. “Happiness is a choice,” he tells Adams (called Mother in the film), who fantasizes about giving him a good slap.
Overwhelmed by the endless demands of looking after a small child — from dealing with sleepless nights to temper tantrums — a frustrated Mother unleashes her inner beast, digging holes in the front yard and howling at the moon.
While that canine transformation gave Adams plenty to sink her teeth into as an actor, she’s adamant that “Nightbitch” isn’t about lycanthropy, a psychological disorder where a person imagines themselves as an animal.
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