As far as the torture featured in Mum & Dad goes, endurable entertainment, but if you happened upon this film in hopes for a feather of storytelling, it will not be found in this film. It doesn't appear to be first-time director Steven Sheil's fault. The film of which he striven to break out into the market is so singularly one-dimensional that the 'ingenuity' behind the title is the high point of imagination. Rubbing against the grain of Stockholm syndrome, Mum & Dad boils down into a teenage race for affection from oppressive, aggressive murderous parents. The ambiguity behind the parents and their purported children is something that can be smiled on in the end. Just know that Mum & Dad's weaknesses lie in the hands of both short-sightedness and ultimately weak filmmaking. One of the most enraging aspects of Mum & Dad is the shoddy symbolism embellished by Sheil. The director decided to blend their airport employment ruse with the visual metaphor of freedom by transitioned almost every single scene with a brief clip of an airplane landing whilst creating a sound vacuum. If your television happens to be very fickle with audio presentation, you'll find that the chatter is presented at a low volume, thus you turn up the dial only to have an airplane clip within 5 minutes near blow your ears. Someone really should create a drinking game out of this aspect of Mum & Dad but I fear it would either lead directly to alcoholism or to the morgue - either of which would be a great method of escaping the tyrannical immature clutches of Mum and Dad.
To put it simply, Mum & Dad cannot find it within itself to look past humiliation and scenes of torture followed by words of comfort. Perhaps in some alternate reality this would be enough to appease my sanctioned taste but not this life, not this world. All this is slapped on top of a wholly unsatisfying presentation. Granted, there are highlights of the film which includes things of which my mind has purged in light of the plane tangent. Nevertheless, what occurs within Mum & Dad isn't something you would need to search out in order to personally critique. It represents that blind horror filmmaking that allows you to select any recent film with torture in the tags and keywords just to wind up at the very same conclusion. Mum & Dad has a somewhat of a happy ending, lord only knows the scars inflicted upon poor Lena will never heal and with her emotional baggage in tow, I doubt she will feel trust in women any time in the near future. Then again, who cares? That happens to be the beauty of shallow fiction - as soon as it is absorbed it can be expunged. I don't hate Mum & Dad. I simply just dislike it. If you ever happen to be in the mood for torture lacking fetishistic qualities then I might offer a very slight nod towards its morose presence on a shelf but other than that, I'd suggest looking elsewhere for quality torture and/or storytelling involving the macabre.