If I Had Legs I’d Kick You

In a cramped Montauk apartment that teeters between decay and routine, Linda works as a therapist while caring for a daughter whose life now depends on a nightly feeding tube. The home itself feels precarious, a literal ceiling that threatens to give way, while an absent husband, Charles, is away on an extended work trip, offering only criticism over the phone. The pressure of professional duties collides with the relentless demands of a child’s illness, turning everyday decisions into high‑stakes gambles and forcing the family into a shabby motel that mirrors the turmoil inside.

Within her practice, Linda is surrounded by clients whose own crises echo her own—a new mother who abandons her baby mid‑session, a missing‑person case that lingers in the background, and the thin line between helping others and needing help herself. Seeking refuge, she turns to a colleague therapist, hoping for guidance, but the relationship frays as boundaries blur and the weight of her personal chaos seeps into the professional space, leaving both parties strained.

The motel becomes a micro‑cosm of unlikely alliances. A sharp‑tongued clerk named Diana and the superintendent, James, hover on the periphery of Linda’s life, offering both comfort and complications. Their interactions hint at unconventional support systems that dance between practicality and chaos, underscoring the protagonist’s desperate search for stability amid a world that feels increasingly out of control.

The film’s tone is a tight‑rope walk between stark realism and fragile hope, painted in muted colors of coastal bleakness and cramped interiors. As Linda navigates the overlapping pressures of caregiving, professional expectation, and personal abandonment, the audience is invited to feel the constant push‑and‑pull of a woman trying to reclaim agency in a life that seems to unravel at every turn.

Last Updated: December 03, 2025 at 23:31