Watching someone on screen crash and burn in a flaming inferno of self-destruction, can be an excruciating ordeal. I wasn’t sure I could witness it. I almost fled the audience part way through this exhausting bombardment of psychological disintegration.
But somehow I couldn’t give up on Elisabeth Moss . . . so.I returned to my seat and hung on tight, come what may.
Then it happened! The beautiful silence of a broken snd contrite human being at the very bottom…
An ominous rendition of a long-standing war in a region in East Ukraine that may have until recently been unfamiliar to many but has now become the focal battle ground for the Russian war machine. This has a docudrama feel to it that heightens the realism with a chilling tension.
We catch more than a glimpse here of how the Russian separatist movement is fuelled by the power of propaganda with Ukrainian sympathizers portrayed as fascist enemies of the motherland. …
I had a dream last night about this movie. I was ushered into a room with Osama bin Laden. I did not feel hatred for him . . . more a sense of wonder. This only served to reinforce how highly conflicted I am about the ongoing war against terrorism - a deep ambivalence which I could not separate from my interaction with this movie.
Was the assassination of bin Laden an act of US heroism, a final victory over…
The morning after watching Roma, I awoke to the melody and lyrics of one of my favourite pop songs of the 80’s ringing in the recesses of my mind - I Want to Know What Love Is, by Foreigner. Perfectly apropos to the movie I had just watched the night before. Roma could easily have been titled Cleo, after the maid of a middle class family living in the Colonia Roma neighbourhood of Mexico City during the early 1970’s. Or…
