Severance is so many things, a commentary on corporations and labor, on trauma, on religion, on the concept of “self”, but once I noticed how hard they actually go on the commentary of the treatment of children, I couldn’t unsee it
The little white lie “This is the tallest waterfall on the planet” brought me back to all the times I was lied to as a child—over harmless things, funny things, things that didn’t matter (holidays, magic, bedtime, death)
Lies your older cousin tells you because you don’t know any better and that’s the way of things, the power and frustration of knowing vs not knowing
Told you can’t leave, can’t explore, can’t choose what you wear or eat or do, the concept of permission dictates every detail of your life and you better be sorry (and sorry is all you are) if you violate these edicts; even deep emotions are the privilege of adults—adults can cry all they want for as long as they want; but innies? What do they have to cry about. Death and disease and devotion happen outside these walls. And you don’t belong there
