I don’t know the last time a movie made me cry so much, and for so long - when I left the theater, I immediately texted my mom, telling her to watch it too. Both are susceptible to falling into the abyss of disconnection, lost forever. They just keep missing each other, in every sense of the word Evelyn only barely acknowledges her daughter’s queerness, while Joy only somewhat understands her mother’s enormous and devastating sacrifices. Evelyn spirals into different dimensions and timelines, discovering that she’s effectively a superhero, destined to save countless timelines from destructive forces.Įvelyn is the protagonist, but the interplay between her and Joy is the core of the movie. Evelyn (Michelle Yeoh) is dealing with a rapidly unraveling reality: Her laundry business is on the brink of collapse, as is her marriage to Waymond (Ke Huy Quan), and she’s struggling to connect with her queer daughter, Joy (Stephanie Hsu). Everything Everywhere, like a few movies that have come out this year, is about the traumas our mothers pass down to us, and how daughters try to break that cycle.
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The hope, I guess, was that she’d have the same insights I did after I watched it.
Now I understood why she was always so frustrated with me. “OK, Mom,” I said, “what’s the message of Everything Everywhere All at Once?” I made her sit on her couch in her home while I sat on mine in a completely different country and peered at her with the same glassy eyes over FaceTime. I had no idea what she was talking about.Īlmost 20 years later, I did the same to her. “What’s the message of this story?” my mother asked me, her eyes glassy with an anxiety I’d see a number of times during my pubescence. I was, of course, staunchly on the daughter’s side and couldn’t understand why I was even watching this in the first place. In the movie, which I otherwise don’t really remember, the daughter runs out of the house one evening while upset with her mother, who follows her and then slaps her in the middle of the street. When I was 13, my mother made me watch an English-language Indian movie featuring a mother and her daughter.
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