There've been a lot of Mexican movies about domestic help recently, haven't there? This one takes adistinctive slant, focusing on a teenaged girl, the housekeeper's daughter, who can't really adjust to the idea of being a second-class citizen in her own home. To the extent that she can be said to have one. She tries to navigate all the heavy atmospheric conditions and tries not to pissoff her wypipo employers... but she doesn't do a very good job.
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Seems kinda long, static and talky for Aldrich, complicated relationships and couple-politics that reminded me of Written On The Wind, which isn't exactly Aldrich's strength... but I guess it was okay. Maybe other reviewers will tell me what I missed.
EDIT: Sakana to he rescue, basically telling me it's okay not to love it.
Glib and carelessly-imagined ode to privilege. I tried to ignore my distaste for the superficial artsiness of the characters, but after the scene where the blonde girl decided it would be kicks to go to a slummy-looking neighborhood and photograph sex-workers I just couldn't. Esp. when the SW were all "Hello, American Lady Woman! We love you! Come taste the wines and cheeses of my village!"
An art-adjacent lifestyle is one thing, an arts career is another.
If this were by a female director, it'd be a compelling menstrual-hut-power fantasy ode to Goddess Reproductive Magic, but that's not a movie that any man could make, so...
Disturbing crypto-pedo fantasy that reads like Charles Dodgson and Roman Polanski brainstorming on heavy doses of MDMA.
It's got vampires + a very girly magic-realism drawn from fairy-tales and dream-work. A bit kitsch, innit? In a good way, though, like a lo-fi Nazareno Cruz.
