In it, a young woman with a degree in child development goes to work for a wealthy family as nanny to their 6-year old Nami and helper to the mother, a delicate, fashionable beauty about to give birth to twins. She spends her days calmly, practicing pre-natal yoga and lounging on the couch reading (“The Second Sex”) in their palacial home. Macho husband/father, a wealthy businessman, plays classical piano and swaggers around the house indulging in red wine and baring his muscular chest beneath a silk robe.
Regimented, joyless family life plays out quietly against an austere, meticulously art-directed palette of blue, gray, black and white. The girl bonds with her loving new nanny; the bitter, older maid catches the father and nanny in a graphic sexual escapade and tells his wife the girl is pregnant. Enter the avaricious wife’s mother, who advises the cuckolded wife to stick it out, and she’ll eventually live like a queen.
It would seem, that at this point the film would turn into an assemblage of the voices of several students, explaining their family situations and methods of communication, or that we would at least see more on the original family we’ve been introduced to.
In the end, “Parents” doesn’t have the sophistication it needs to sustain it as an adult film, but teens might enjoy and relate to it.