There's a very recognizeable common thread that binds George James Fraser's recent work together, specifically Happenstance, and My Little Miracle - and it's not just the Shyamalan-esque twists either. Though both films frame their stories with different subjects in which the horror is contained, they each also root themselves in very human - emotionally heavy - foundations; Happenstance dealing with love and companionship, while My Little Miracle taps into the complex nature of maternal instinct. The later runs down as follows:
A young child is getting ready for slumber while her mother finishes up a bedtime story. The child then asks, "Where did I come from, Mommy?". The story to be told and the story to be seen don't seem to add up.
A seemingly innocent question, followed by a seemingly innocent story. My Little Miracle hops back and forth between the warmth of the present - mom and daughter united - with the cold of the past - mom's arduous search to fill a maternal void. The narrative plays out well enough that you only just catch on to what exactly is happening, right when you're supposed to; and then there's that twist! And for as much as I spoke about common threads with regard to his previous work, there is still in fact one key difference; this film has a much darker, much more violent conclusion. Certainly a twisted way to look at motherhood, I expect nothing less from Fraser.
Personally, I enjoyed this film even more than I did Happenstance (though that had a stronger opening), but a few technical issues do get in the way of the presentation, namely uneven audio and aggressive noise reduction; it's understandable given the budget, but hopefully it can be corrected in the future. Regardless, I'm definitely keen to see what the budding director decides to tackle next, until then however, I'm sure festival audiences will get a nasty kick out of this one.