

But, from a celebrity standpoint, there’s something profound that underlies her performing that role. McAdams was cast in this role because she’s an amazing actress-in the “big scene” when Margaret gets what she’s been praying for, McAdams is so alive and kinetic, cycling through 400 reactions and emotions in the span of seconds, like a mother would. Over the course of the film, you see her realize how delusional that is-the very reason her family works so well is because they allow themselves to be the antithesis of convention. McAdams plays Margaret’s mom, Barbara, an artist who moves her family to the New Jersey suburbs because she thinks it will allow them to live a Norman Rockwell life. But I was struck in the film by how much of the story is Margaret’s mother’s arc, too. This film, and the classic book Judy Blume wrote, is about a young girl coming of age. The more I sit with this movie, the more I realize how brilliant McAdams is in it. What struck me, though, was the way that it all bounced off her mother, played by Rachel McAdams.
