womb is a futuristic mythical tale about first love going awry into the realm of obsessional fixation. what is the ultimate form of love a woman could possibly show for the man? have him within you, inside your womb!
in the future, technology allows you to clone another human being as long as it's granted by the closest relatives and also it requires some woman who is willing to conceive the fetus of the dead. this film provides us with a revolutionary idea: eternal love through techno-utopia, a challenge toward the finitude of humanity. the film also birngs up some hypothetical political agenda: the human rights of the clone, rendered in a more realistic way than any of those sci-fi movies concerning cloning human life, such as "the island." should they be considered secondary human? (also quite a cliched discussion in the course of posthumanism, but still, no one could bring out an answer.) in this case, womb is a sci-fi romance without the blatant usage of those technical gadgets, on the contrary, the setting is around the primitive beach-area.
it's about a woman who meets her first love at the age of nine, over some desolate seashore, but when she returns to rekindle that romance, as she begins to resurrect that romance, the man dies all of a sudden in a car accident. so she makes a fatal decision to continue this love by cloning the man she loves. it appears kind of incomprehensible that how could your infatuation with the first love go this far without being physically consummated? which means, how could you grow so attached to a man without being made love to in the first place? (i try to be subtle here.)
so this affectionately obsessional woman raises the man she loves from infant to child, breast-feeding him, nurturing him just as anything a mother could possibly have done until he grows into adult and makes a girlfriend who he bring back home while the woman has to tolerate his son/lover making love to another woman every night. eventually, he has to leave her in the moment he acquires the truth, just as a man gotta get out of the womb to be a man standing on his own ground. but the moment he sheds off his bond with her, this relationship is finally CONSUMMATED. another way to view it, it would be, everything this woman has ever done is to consummate this relationship, like some un-fulfilled wish she manuevers to realize. it's like she cannot get off without making this wish come true. creepily romantic. eva green does push the envelope of her gothic woman persona, and the movie features non-nudity, no sex scene, as the course of desire is rendered through subdued, withheld gazes and smothering, seemingly innocent physical touches. what lies beneath is the most obscene passion which would transcend it all: the possessively devouring love of a woman, accompanied by the all-encompassing sea, a metaphoric representation of omnipresent/omipotent womb.
(ps) what i like about this film is how it treats radical material as this, without grotesque uglification of the woman. my minor complaint is, the leading man could have been a bit more attractive to make this love story a bit more convincing. but such set-up does have an odd effect: it makes this romance more like a solipsistic spiral within the woman's head. even the child-actor has more chemistry with eva green than matt smith.