My husband and I went to see The Debt on the weekend. Helen Mirren is a favourite of mine – and the reviews were of a talented cast and intelligent script. So I was keen to see it.
I will try not to give any spoilers. I will try to choose my words carefully.
I thought the movie was very good. We went for an Indian meal after the movie, and discussed it. Any movie that causes a discussion or debate, that lingers beyond the movie theatre, is good in my book. The Debt is not a big “shoot-em-up” movie, but one based on suspense, a mystery, and characters finely honed, subtly portrayed. My kind of movie.
It was a thriller. So I knew there would be tension. I found it in an unexpected place, in a very powerful presentation of how the woman agent’s bravery far eclipsed that of her male colleagues. I almost physically recoiled at the scenes in the fertility doctor’s office. I hardly recall feeling so horrified at a movie. Don't get me wrong, I'm not saying there was blood or gore or cruelty. They didn't need these devices to make a powerful scene. I don’t think men will get how creepy, how very disturbing, those scenes were. Brilliantly played, I thought. But yes, horrific, and traumatic. I think any woman would find them so. A woman who has been through infertility might find them especially so.
Which is why I felt I needed to make this a public service announcement. I want to warn you, if you’re feeling raw and vulnerable about seeing fertility specialists, then that this might not be the movie for you. Personally I’m very glad I saw it. But I feel light-years away from a fertility specialist’s office these days. It might be different if I had to walk into one next week.