JL,
Tell me your theories on global postmodern poverty and ritualistic pageantry as depicted in Milk of Sorrow or Madeinusa….
I enjoy feeding trolls once in a while.
“Tell me your theories on global postmodern poverty and ritualistic pageantry as depicted in Milk of Sorrow or Madeinusa….”
This is Milk of Sorrow’s target audience.
POSTMODERN poverty?
I am trying to have a serious discussion
ok I’ll bite…so what feelings did you have towards the immense pain of Fausta JL conveyed to us through Magaly Solier’s beautifully dignified, nuanced performance? I thought it was really sad how she became trusting enough to sing eventually in her employer’s presence only to be cast aside by her when she had the temerity to offer an innocent observation. Did you think the potato real or metaphorical? What did you think of how sympathically the males were depicted in the film, was it something you particularly noticed? Did you think the concert pianist putting her out on the street was a positive for her ultimately, and if so how? Did you like the Big House she went to work in? I loved the green room, and that gorgeous sofa. I thought it was powerful how her mother’s song of being forced to eat her dead husband organ was sung is such sweet light tones thus effectively distancing the listener from the horror of the scene described so you had to really work to immerse yourself in it, I was fascinated with those brightly coloured coffins, one for every occasion, and I loved the bubble making machine at the wedding, all the weddings and ceremonies I found interesting as their customs played out especially the group wedding and the procession of people carrying the furnitre and gifts & how a festive pool party developed around the prospective grave of the mother as symbolic that the joy of life can prevail in the bleakest environments.
I gave this one 8/10 & I can see it wouldn’t be everyone cup of tea, but I can’t understand how there would not be some empathy extracted for this poor blighted girl terrified of every shadow as legacy for her brutal beginnings in the womb and cursed with the superstition that she is diseased by her mother’s milk, whose nipple the annointing/body binding woman wouldn’t even risk touching, it is beyond imagining what the mother carried all those years, and the kindness of the gardener and symbolic potato plant at the end where it should be, growing healthily in a pot. I kind of hoped that would be the next to marry :):)
Thoughts?
You misunderstood the OP, MEG♣. For JL a serious discussion means to state that a film is either “crap” or “awesome”. This thread is too pointless to feed it with any meaningful thought, and JL doesn’t deserve that we take any of his comments seriously.
disingenuous, moi
JL? anything?… last call :)
shaun alleman
I haven’t seen Milk of Sorrow but I love this thread