If I Had Legs I'd Kick You (2025)
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- Synopsis:
- With her life crashing down around her, Linda (Rose Byrne) attempts to navigate her child's mysterious illness, her absent husband, a missing person, and an increasingly hostile relationship with her therapist...
- Actors:
- Rose Byrne, Delaney Quinn, Mary Bronstein, Rakim Mayers, Ivy Wolk, Christian Slater, Mark Stolzenberg, Conan O'Brien, Manu Narayan, Danielle Macdonald, Ella Beatty, Eva Kornet, Helen Hong, Daniel Zolghadri, Josh Pais, Ronald Bronstein, Laurence Blum, Lark White, Amy Judd Lieberman, Char Sidney
- Directors:
- Mary Bronstein
- Producers:
- Tatiana Bears, Mary Bronstein, Ronald Bronstein, Eli Bush, Rose Byrne, Richie Doyle, Lauren Ebner, Conor Hannon, John Paul Lopez-Ali, Sara Murphy, Joshua Safdie
- Writers:
- Mary Bronstein
- Aka:
- 媽的踹爆你
- Genres:
- Comedy, Drama, Sci-Fi & Fantasy, Thrillers
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Reviews (1) of If I Had Legs I'd Kick You
Anxiety on the Brink - If I Had Legs I'd Kick You review by griggs
You don’t so much watch If I Had Legs I’d Kick You as feel it tightening around your ribcage. It’s one of the most convincing portraits of emotional collapse I’ve seen in a long time, and Rose Byrne’s lead performance is simply astonishing – every micro-flinch, half-swallowed word and late-night stare feels painfully true. Conan O’Brien and A$AP Rocky, playing people who orbit her chaos, quietly underline how far out of sync everyone is with what she actually needs.
What really hits hard is how badly everyone around her listens. The film keeps circling unequal emotional labour: men offering fixes, women offering empathy; friends and family treating support like a courtesy rather than a responsibility. Maternal guilt works like its own gravity well, dragging every decision into a spiral, and even the “nice” moments arrive with a hairline crack already running through them.
Formally, it leans into domestic dread rather than genre shocks. The sound design and editing keep a low-grade panic humming, especially in those insomnia-soaked nights where shame spirals take over. It’s not an easy sit, but it’s so precise and so clear-eyed about how much strain we normalise that it feels quietly monumental.