Not only did I find this film bizarrely creepy, with the idea of an obsessive woman cloning her deceased boyfriend in an effort to bring back her soulmate, it was also wrong on so many other levels. Firstly having given birth to, and breast fed an innocent little baby and then lovingly raised this child, the idea that you could consider the child anything other than you own offspring is beyond consideration. How many parents who lose a partner have offspring who resemble that lost loved one. You don't see them looking at their child in an unhealthy manner, unless of course they are perverted in some way. This creepiness aside, the total lack of conversation between mother and son, and the lengthy pregnant pauses, made the whole experience amazingly dull and boring. They whole story lacked reality, and the final scene was beyond disturbing. The other amazing aspect was the hut that they lived in was on the edge of the sea, in the middle of a beach, but it appeared to be serviced with electricity and broadband. I would love to know who their provider was. I would also love to know what face cream Rebecca used (or perhaps she had a painting in her attic) because she never aged in all the time it took her son to grow up. The acting was good enough, although they did not have to learn too many lines as the dialogue was minimal. It seems to me that this is a film that was made to appease the would be film buffs, as opposed to the majority of the general public, not for me.