It is more or less clear what the various makers of the movie intended - a sweltering, Gothic thriller - but the execution of the idea leaves a lot to be desired. To begin with, the movie is very uneven in tone. It also finds it difficult to decide what's important and what not. Quite a lot of time is spent on minor incidents, while the tragedy at the heart of the movie only gets discussed near the end, almost as a casual afterthought.
This gives the movie a completely unintended layer of surrealism. It's somewhat like listening to an emergency call where the caller chats about the weather ("It is unseasonably warm for March, but the daffodils have never looked lovelier"), family matters ("So Hannah is pregnant again - I don't know how Bob is going to support FOUR children, unless he's finally getting that promotion he's been talking about for years") and village gossip ("Now that mrs. Wilson is head librarian, she's pontificating about free speech, but she always was the first to shut people up whenever they talked about her husband having an affair") - before mentioning that the house is on fire.
Moreover, "My sweet Audrina" doesn't believe in nuance. Characters aren't just determined, they're unbending to the point of obsession - and so on. And the poor protagonist isn't just being betrayed, she's being betrayed at an Olympic level, by pretty much every warm and breathing body within a twenty-mile radius.
Combine all of this with the fact that the subject matter is very dark - we're talking various shades of child abuse - and you might want to spend your time on a better movie.
This gives the movie a completely unintended layer of surrealism. It's somewhat like listening to an emergency call where the caller chats about the weather ("It is unseasonably warm for March, but the daffodils have never looked lovelier"), family matters ("So Hannah is pregnant again - I don't know how Bob is going to support FOUR children, unless he's finally getting that promotion he's been talking about for years") and village gossip ("Now that mrs. Wilson is head librarian, she's pontificating about free speech, but she always was the first to shut people up whenever they talked about her husband having an affair") - before mentioning that the house is on fire.
Moreover, "My sweet Audrina" doesn't believe in nuance. Characters aren't just determined, they're unbending to the point of obsession - and so on. And the poor protagonist isn't just being betrayed, she's being betrayed at an Olympic level, by pretty much every warm and breathing body within a twenty-mile radius.
Combine all of this with the fact that the subject matter is very dark - we're talking various shades of child abuse - and you might want to spend your time on a better movie.