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semperfionaI promised to write about Frida.
Two word review: Loved it.
She was quite a fascinating character. I knew next to nothing about her before seeing the movie, though I had some inklings from the reviews I'd read.
Impression: intensity. Intense colors, intense emotion, intense pain. If the art shown in the film was representative of her work, I don't think I'll be buying any prints: it's not that I don't find them extremely moving. On the contrary. That is exactly the problem with them: they were too gut-grabbing for me to live with them long. But it was made quite clear how she drew upon her own life and pain to create them. And she lived with constant pain. My own crotch ached with a sympathetic pain when she was impaled in the trolley accident as a young girl. I can scarcely imagine going through such torment, and coming out of it with determination and courage as she did, turning it into art...that is beyond my imagination entirely.
The film itself was a work of art: there were collage sequences, dream sequences, sequences that segued into and out of Frida's paintings...it was like a journey inside her mind at times.
It was gratifying to see an open marriage and a bisexual character presented non-judgmentally, even though from the evidence of the film I wouldn't say their version of open marriage was ideal. In fact, I felt angrier with Diego for calling his other women "just a fuck" than I would have if he had showed some actual caring for them. I was particularly irked by his using that phrase in regard to Frida's sister, because I, in Frida's shoes, would have been doubly angry with him for having used my beloved sister in such a callous manner than if it was a stranger. Disrespect for someone I love; *that's* a betrayal.
I was highly annoyed by the women sitting next to me who kept commenting on every little thing that happened, but I have to admit to amusement when they gasped at the scene where Frida put her hand up a woman's skirt under a table.
Two word review: Loved it.
She was quite a fascinating character. I knew next to nothing about her before seeing the movie, though I had some inklings from the reviews I'd read.
Impression: intensity. Intense colors, intense emotion, intense pain. If the art shown in the film was representative of her work, I don't think I'll be buying any prints: it's not that I don't find them extremely moving. On the contrary. That is exactly the problem with them: they were too gut-grabbing for me to live with them long. But it was made quite clear how she drew upon her own life and pain to create them. And she lived with constant pain. My own crotch ached with a sympathetic pain when she was impaled in the trolley accident as a young girl. I can scarcely imagine going through such torment, and coming out of it with determination and courage as she did, turning it into art...that is beyond my imagination entirely.
The film itself was a work of art: there were collage sequences, dream sequences, sequences that segued into and out of Frida's paintings...it was like a journey inside her mind at times.
It was gratifying to see an open marriage and a bisexual character presented non-judgmentally, even though from the evidence of the film I wouldn't say their version of open marriage was ideal. In fact, I felt angrier with Diego for calling his other women "just a fuck" than I would have if he had showed some actual caring for them. I was particularly irked by his using that phrase in regard to Frida's sister, because I, in Frida's shoes, would have been doubly angry with him for having used my beloved sister in such a callous manner than if it was a stranger. Disrespect for someone I love; *that's* a betrayal.
I was highly annoyed by the women sitting next to me who kept commenting on every little thing that happened, but I have to admit to amusement when they gasped at the scene where Frida put her hand up a woman's skirt under a table.
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Date: 2002-11-26 03:41 pm (UTC)sounds like you had the women beside you that we had beside us at femme fatale.
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Date: 2002-11-27 11:30 am (UTC)