The Pumpkin Eater is a surreal black comedy about the wages of
adulthood and the pitfalls of parenthood. A nameless woman speaks, at
first from the precarious perch of a therapist's couch, and her smart,
wry, confiding, immensely sympathetic voice immediately captures and
holds our attention. She is the mother of a vast, swelling brood of
children, also nameless, and the wife of a successful screenwriter, Jake
Armitage. The Armitages live in the city, but they are building a great
glass tower in the country in which to settle down and live happily ever
after. But could that dream be nothing more than a sentimental delusion?
At the edges of vision the spectral children come and go, while our
heroine, alert to the countless gradations of depression and the
innumerable forms of betrayal, tries to make sense of it all: doctors,
husbands, movie stars, bodies, grocery lists, nursery rhymes, messes,
aging parents, memories, dreams, and breakdowns. How to pull it all
together? Perhaps you start by falling apart.