Of course she comes up for air. She has to, or the movie wouldn't go anywhere. What story would there be? Unless there was a flashback. I'm sure there's a flashback. She starts in the tub, going underwater to escape it all, and then the flashback comes on. Oh, the flashback of all flashbacks! Snapshots of her screaming at her kids to pick up the same toys, falling to her knees crying, sobbing, wondering how this became her life.
It's utter chaos, moving too fast for the camera to even pick up everything. The words don't even make sense. It's chaos in slow motion, repetitive yet overwhelming. It needs to stop or slow down, she needs to grab something to hold, the room is spinning too fast and she can't keep her footing.
The thing is that drowning has to be a very scary and frantic death, but... the subdued colors, the muted tones... it just feels like peace right now.
How can someone say they are drowning in their life, in the chaos, when drowning in water would be so tranquil. I suppose it's the movies. They make everything a fantasy. The escape, the quiet, the still, the calm. But, then again, I did say I saw my life as a movie.
