Egg

... there's much truth and food for thought contained within even the most over-the-top moments.

It's nice to see Palka embracing the messiness of feminist theses as she progresses in her career, and if she continues delivering a movie a year, someday we'll likely be able to examine the full life of a woman through the entirety of her body of work.

Its ultimate sympathy for these women may be at odds with earlier jabs at them, but it creates an empathetic space that is surprisingly emotionally satisfying.

Daring and modestly accomplished, lifted by two terrific performances.

You've got to crack some eggs to make an omelette, and the fussiness of its conclusion carries Egg through to a rewarding end, a heartbreaker with hope to spare.

The highlights of Egg come when that odd, uncomfortable formality fades away and Karen and Tina speak openly to each other as only old friends can, for better or worse.

Mickenberg's dialogue is sharp and provocative... and Camp's arrival throws a surprise spanner into the works.

"Egg" is a film that will likely be appreciated by women more than men. (Not that the reverse ever stopped Hollywood from making a movie.) The entire film centers around women's choices and changing identities.

Avoids melodrama to truly dig into the muck of motherhood and all the confusion, position, and discomfort it inspires.

As a chamber piece brimming with vicious humor and barely contained fury, Egg is enduring, frightening, and deeply troubling.