Warning: Not the usual “happy, warm fuzzy post…”
Last Sunday at Big Lots, there was a twenty percent off EVERYTHING sale. Strange person that I am, I spent a significant amount of time sifting through the $3.00 movies, which for one day were $2.40! I ended up with seven movies to watch!
There are a couple of movies I’ve found in the “bargain bin” that I’ve completely “loved…”
An 11-year-old girl watches her father come down with a crippling depression. Over one summer, she learns answers to several mysteries and comes to terms with love and loss.
The film examines the plight of a group of widows forced into poverty at a temple in the holy city of Varanasi. It focuses on a relationship between one of the widows, who wants to escape the social restrictions imposed on widows, and a man who is from the highest caste and a follower of Mahatma Gandhi.
Getting to the point, one of the movies that I purchased at my buying spree was
A sister and brother face the realities of familial responsibility as they begin to care for their ailing father.
It would be an understatement to say that the movie was a “dark comedy.” As I was watching the movie, I felt more and more “sad” or “unsettled.” It “was” rather lengthy at 113 minutes. A brother and sister are faced with the task of taking care of their dementia riddled father. The two grew up in an abusive environment and created their own distance from the parent.
While I won’t speak on my own childhood experiences (certainly not abusive, but I had a mother who “disconnected” after my father passed away), the subject matter was dismal remembering my mother’s “journey into oblivion” with senile dementia. The film painted a “prettier picture” compared to watching my mother turn into a living corpse.
This post may not be up for a significant amount of time (I have a number of “private posts” that I consider a diary/journal). I don’t think I’ve ever had such a strong reaction to a film that has lingered for so long. If I had it to “do over,” I wouldn’t have watched it at all. Heck, I have enough “existential angst” to deal with in my life. Seriously…