



Less a film to be understood than felt Hot Milk drifts between the real and the symbolic, tracing a mother-daughter bond that’s equal parts love, dependency, and quiet sabotage. Rose (FIona Shaw) may be suffering from a genuine illness, or she may be using it to keep her daughter tethered; the film never quite decides, and that ambiguity is its lifeblood.
Sofia (Emma Mackey), caught in this emotional undertow, stumbles toward a kind of awakening through Ingrid (Vicky Krieps), whose aloof seduction pries open desires she can barely admit to herself. The encounters feel charges, but also a little mechanical — as if meaning has been imposed rather than uncovered.
Visually, it’s beautifully crafted, the sun-scorched Spanish coast giving everything a hallucinatory sheen. But the refusal to resolve leaves the film adrift. Hot Milk is tender and strange, yet like seawater slipping through hands, it’s easier to admire than hold onto.