
2009 · Xavier Dolan
How I Killed My Mother has been received, argued over, and remembered.
It exploded out of nowhere at Cannes 2009 — a Directors' Fortnight sensation that anointed the 20-year-old Dolan as cinema's new enfant terrible, complete with a lengthy standing ovation. Now it's read less as a one-off prodigy stunt and more as the origin story of one of the most prolific auteur runs of the 2010s.
It's ground zero for the eternal Dolan debate — precocious genius or self-indulgent narcissist? — with fans split on whether the teenage rawness is the whole point or the whole problem.
The film made 'he wrote it at 16' a permanent piece of film-Twitter lore, and its screaming mother-son kitchen fights became shorthand for a whole strain of autobiographical queer cinema that followed.
A Letterboxd darling and a rite of passage for young cinephiles — the 'sad queer canon' entry people watch first, then argue about whether Mommy perfected it.