Freaks of Nurture
Director: Alexandra Lemay
Crew:Writers: Alexandra Lemay, Julie Matlin - Producers: Maral Mohammadian
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Synopsis
Freaks of Nurture is about a neurotic mother-daughter relationship, told with sitcom-style humour and a young punk-rock attitude. Directed by rising star Alexandra Lemay, the story is based on her own life growing up with her eccentric mother: a single parent to 5 biological kids, 6 foster kids and a gaggle of family pets. Self-deprecating and hilarious, the film invites us to love each other and ourselves, warts and all.
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About the director
Alexandra Lemay is a creative jack of all trades, specializing in fabrication and stop-motion filmmaking. With her knack for humorously unraveling life's relatable truths, she brings stories to life by crafting intricate miniature worlds and memorable characters. Her filmography includes two short films produced by the NFB, 'All the Rage' and 'Freaks of Nurture', as well as 'Quick Fix', an independently produced stop-motion live action hybrid. Her latest project, 'The Dog Ate My Homework', co-produced with Centre VOX, explores the theme of children and screens as part of an educational program.
Filmmaker's note
Someone once told me the older you get, the more you become a caricature of yourself. Never has this proved truer than when I moved back in with my mother. The more babies and puppies she amassed, the angrier I became…
I had been living in T.O. and got a contract in Montreal, so I figured I’d stay at my mom’s, rent-free. Sweet deal, right? Wrong! I was 30 years old and had been living on my own for over a decade. One would think my mother, now in her sixties—having had five kids and many interesting jobs (including as a pilot!), creative hobbies and even occasionally fostering children in need and breeding dogs—would finally want to take it easy. But no, of course not. My mom—a single parent, by the way—was now a full-time foster parent to not one, but five toddlers, and while most of her biological kids had moved out, my youngest teenage brother was still living under her roof. She was also keeping her real estate job, breeding poodles, adopting stray cats and renovating her house on the side. My mom had embraced her nurturing side to the point of pure chaos. What struck me most wasn’t that her lifestyle was so hectic (my mom has always been comfortable in chaos), but that it was affecting me so much. I was angry at her. I started asking myself, “Why am I, a grown woman, resenting my mother for helping babies and puppies?! What could be more saintly than that?!”
Then it hit me: despite our vastly different professions and personalities, my mother and I were not so different after all. If I were to be critical about my mother, I had to look at myself in the mirror as well. This made me understand that I am just as annoying as she is in my own way. I was angry because I could relate, and because I care. We don’t choose our family, and they can drive us nuts, but remembering that we are all irritating in our own way can help us laugh at life’s frustrations and be more accepting—of our loved ones and ourselves. I always knew my mom was different, but you know what? Things are never clear-cut, so I figure let’s mix it up and embrace the mess.