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The film portrays a housewife of a wealthy CEO, when she becomes pregnant, develops an appetite for objects. From marbles, to metallic to sharp objects. And that makes her confront psychological ghosts of the her past.

  • she has a mental disorder that comes from several aspects such as herself being the result of rape
  • being a retail worker who comes from a poor family and knows a rich man she saw the opportunity to have a normal life and financial stability so she sacrifices her true self to be the perfect housewife. And that begins to resent itself through appetites for objects.
  • She stopped being herself, to be something she was not, to be what the rich man and his family wanted. However for this family, it is never enough, she is constantly ignored and criticized.
  • when she is confronted with mental problems nobody in that family wants to know about her health, they just want a quick and effective treatment and the heir she carries in her womb.
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Get ready for Haley Bennett’s monster of a performance in Carlo Mirabella-Davis’ electrifying, jaw-dropping, feminist thriller Swallow, which won Bennett a Best Actress prize at Tribeca 2019 and is coming to theaters this March from IFC Films. Take a look!

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