Review of Lost Song

This low-budget picture starts out as reasonably interesting, with a young mother and her devoted husband visiting his mother at a serene, silent lake in rural Quebec, tending to their new baby. Elizabeth is trying to nurse the baby, but mother-in-law imposes the bottle because the baby will not feed from Elizabeth's nice breasts. Elizabeth does have some kind of malaise. Relations with hubby start to decline when she is unable to satisfy his sex-drive with oral or manual instead of vaginal. He wanks over her: his semen slaps on to her belly. Things are not right. There are rats upstairs, bothering her. She feebly rehearses her classical repertoire (Mozart). By now (half-way through) we have got used to the lengthy shots where characters do nothing much. They just live their lives in the hot summer. Elizabeth keeps leaving the cabin carrying the baby. Eventually, and it is a helluva long time, she walks far into the woods with the baby and a bag of supplies. Hubby beeps for her in the car. Later, a search-party member wanders by, then helicopters loom overhead. Elizabeth slips in the fast-running river. Pictures of her in the back seat of a squad car, being questioned. End. There is no hero(ine). There's no villain. Just something unnamed in Mummy's head. Okay, we watched it to the end, and were utterly disgusted. How this lousy film ever got financing from Telefilm and Quebec film, I'll never know.