The Body Remembers When The World Broke Open is a painfully realistic depiction of domestic abuse, trauma, and the anxieties that surround accepting help. It is an honest movie that is not concerned with pandering to popular forms of identity politics to seem ‘with it,’ even though they exist in the subtext. Exponentially more mature than its hypothetical American equivalents, which would mine the narrative’s hot button topics for commercial ends (sermonizing from a self-congratulatory soapbox), this is a raw exploration of the complex nature of being stuck in cycles of abuse, and the harrowing physical, emotional, and psychological dynamics that prevent one from escaping.
The right choice may be theoretically obvious, but within the interpersonal fabric of everyday life,…