"If there was a deeper artistic intent, it didn’t fully translate to me"

As part of the Berlinale Official Competition, Hot Milk arrived with strong expectations. Directed by Rebecca Lenkiewicz and based on Deborah Levy’s novel, the film follows a mother and daughter as they search for answers to a mysterious illness—one that, to the audience, is clearly psychological rather than physical.

I’m sorry to say this, as I’m all about supporting filmmakers, but Hot Milk didn’t work for me. The cinematography didn’t stand out in any particular way, and I found myself distracted by the many slow, lingering shots focused on Emma Mackey, mostly underdressed. These scenes—where she picks up stones, swims, smokes, sunbathes—felt repetitive and didn’t seem to serve the story. Even if trimmed down to a short film, the narrative would still feel unclear and lacking in substance.

The night scenes also seemed technically weak, with lighting that didn’t effectively enhance the atmosphere or meaning. If there was a deeper artistic intent, it didn’t fully translate to me. And as much as I’ve enjoyed Emma Mackey’s performances in other films, I feel like this one relied too much on her presence rather than a well-developed script.

I also couldn’t help but be puzzled by the jellyfish sequences. Having experienced real jellyfish stings myself, I found the way they were depicted quite unconvincing.

I truly believe in celebrating bold filmmaking, and I admire when directors take risks. But with so many films competing for a spot at Berlinale, I wish this selection had been given to a story with more substance.