Written by Julia Hart and Jordan Horowitz
Directed by Julia Hart
Starring Rachel Brosnahan, Marsha Stephanie Blake and Arinzé Kane
Running Time: 2 hour
sMPAA Rating: R for language and violence

by Rosalie Kicks, Old Sport

To put it gently, I am not much of a kid person. Nah, not a fan. There’s a lot of reasons for this, but the simplest way to explain it (at least this is what I have gotten out of many therapy sessions) is that never having the opportunity to be much a child myself has created a lack of understanding of what it is like to be a child. Simply put, I don’t know how to play. My experience of being around little ones tends to be difficult and draining. I have no interest in being a mother, except to those of the four legged furry persuasion, like my sweet dear pup, Li’l Foxie. Maybe this makes me some kind of a certain asshole and, well, I’m fine with this. The role of a parent is serious stuff, quite frankly I happen to think it is one of the most important jobs anyone could do on their journey around the sun. I say all this to help understand the sheer horror I felt upon witnessing the opening scene of Julia Hart’s I’m Your Woman, in which the main character, Jean, is gifted a random baby by her husband.