I am not sure this film will become a classic any more than Chocolat or Babett's Feast, but it makes me hungry for more. Such sensual novels are almost as easy to adapt as action thrillers. Still, Arau makes a wise choice to emply some first-person narration voice-over. For one, the protagonist (and what sweet agony!) can comment on the action, noting her black-hole heart the night her mother proises her intended to her sister in marriage, and note the passage of time efficiently. She knits all night.
This is a fim about sublimation. Would that we all remained celibate if we could produce such poetic prose, such imagery and cookery. There is not much in the way of analysis of the many cause of revolution - national and familial. There is just pomegranet seeds, candles, a nude on horseback...
There is an American butting in, of course, but the mother plays the fairy tale villain, not allowed to defend tradition, but cold and calm in her crulty, much worse in its way than an angry tyrany would be.
This is a fim about sublimation. Would that we all remained celibate if we could produce such poetic prose, such imagery and cookery. There is not much in the way of analysis of the many cause of revolution - national and familial. There is just pomegranet seeds, candles, a nude on horseback...
There is an American butting in, of course, but the mother plays the fairy tale villain, not allowed to defend tradition, but cold and calm in her crulty, much worse in its way than an angry tyrany would be.
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