If I Had Legs I’d Kick You Review: Rose Byrne Delivers a Stunning Portrait of a Mother on the Brink

Mary Bronstein’s If I Had Legs I’d Kick You arrives with a title that’s equal parts combative, darkly funny, and painfully honest. It perfectly captures the film’s central emotional conflict — the rage, impotence, and exhaustion of a woman who’s run out of ways to express how overwhelmed she truly is. You might assume the title refers to a literal lack of legs; it doesn’t. The legs and the kicking are metaphorical, a punchline shaped like a cry for help.

A Mother, a Therapist, and a Woman at Her Breaking Point

Rose Byrne stars as Linda, a therapist whose mental health is in just as fragile a state as any of her patients. At home, she’s caring for a sick child who refuses to eat and remains dependent on a feeding tube. We’re not told the exact nature of the child’s condition — only that the tube can be removed once she gains weight on her own. This uncertainty hangs over every scene like a storm cloud.

As if that isn’t enough, the roof of Linda’s apartment has collapsed. She and her daughter are now in a dingy motel where the staff treats her with suspicion, and the only person who shows any kindness is a drug dealer (played with surprising empathy by ASAP Rocky) who ropes her into helping him buy drugs off the dark web. These late-night excursions happen while her daughter sleeps hooked to a machine that is literally keeping her alive.

Her husband (Christian Slater) is a ghostly presence — deployed with the Navy for months at a time, leaving Linda not just alone, but essentially abandoned with the full weight of every crisis on her shoulders.

The Work That Mirrors the Fear

During the day, Linda treats a trio of patients who feel plucked from different corners of her psyche:

• an anxious new mother

• a needy, borderline-stalker young man

• and a vapid influencer drowning in complaints about her privileged life

Each of them reflects Linda back at herself in ways she can’t ignore.

And then there’s her own therapist, played by Conan O’Brien in a rare dramatic turn. These sessions are agonizing — awkward, blunt, and honest in the worst way. Linda’s attachment to him is unhealthy, and both of them know it. The tension only increases because they work in the same building, passing each other in hallways that shrink with every encounter.

A Psychological Thriller Built Out of Real-Life Chaos

Bronstein builds the film with careful, unsettling choices. For much of the movie, we never actually see Linda’s daughter — we hear her, we feel her presence, but the camera pointedly stays with Linda. The longer this goes on, the more we wonder if the child is real or a manifestation of stress-induced psychosis. The same question starts to hover over her husband.

This isn’t The Sixth Sense or Black Swan — the movie doesn’t depend on a twist. Instead, it thrives on ambiguity, on the fraying edges of a mind so overloaded that reality bends under the pressure.

The hole in the apartment ceiling becomes a metaphor that Linda can’t escape, a gaping wound she keeps returning to as memories of childbirth, medical crises, and past abandonments flood her.

The Unspoken Horror of Parental Ambivalence

The world rarely allows mothers to say they’re overwhelmed. Even less so to admit they sometimes feel detached or resentful. While Linda deeply loves her daughter, she also empathizes with women who struggle to connect — not out of cruelty, but out of depletion. She’s drowning in obligations, trauma, and emotional exhaustion.

Her dissociation, her drinking and smoking, her late-night wandering — none of these are framed as moral failings. They’re survival tactics for someone who has run out of space to breathe.

Rose Byrne’s Best Performance Yet

Rose Byrne delivers a performance that deserves awards attention. She’s brittle and raw, a woman who doesn’t care if you like her — she only cares if you understand her. She embodies the weight of modern caregiving: the endless micro-stresses, the bureaucratic indignities, the strangers who dismiss your existence while talking directly to you.

Life, in Bronstein’s hands, becomes a snowball of small stresses rolling toward a cliff. The film is empathetic while still functioning as a nerve-tightening thriller, closer in spirit to Hitchcock or Polanski than traditional domestic drama. The tension isn’t born of bombs or guns, but of paperwork, loneliness, and fatigue — the quiet horrors that hollow people out.

Final Thoughts and Rating

If I Had Legs I’d Kick You is a haunting, empathetic portrait of a woman crushed by responsibilities, isolation, and love that hurts as much as it heals. Mary Bronstein’s direction is sharp, unsettling, and deeply human, and Rose Byrne gives one of the best performances of 2025.

Rating: ★★★★½ (4.5/5)

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