The business is not in the burqa, a in happiness. It’s been a long time since there was a movie that made me feel so contradictory.
In my country, women do not wear the burqa (with the rare exception of women of other faiths).
And yet, it's not about the burqa, it's about happiness. Every particular woman. The way a woman imagines him. For only by force can I be made to pretend that I am happy if I can smoke, drink beer, give preference to promiscuous sexual relations. Yes, it is not forbidden to me (even if it is not especially approved), but it does not determine my happiness. Rejecting the above applies to my free choice of lifestyle. I believe that the film would not have lost anything, omitting the author of certain episodes, but, on the contrary, would have had a greater impact, since the main characters were looking for warmth in relationships with relatives, and not sharp impressions on the side.
The happiness of the women whose stories are shown is in love, they need to love and be loved - I completely agree with the author of the film. And yet, when you watch, you realize that happiness is not constant. What today generates an explosion of emotions or gives an all-encompassing celebration, tomorrow will be perceived habitually, indifferently, will become unnecessary, or destroy something important.
But at the same time, the picture mixes truth and lies. Some of the actions of the heroes cause great irritation. Because it is not licentiousness and permissiveness that bothers the characters globally. Each of the heroines wanted to dissolve in love - mutual and full-blooded. But they are not understood, they and their feelings are not valued, they are simply betrayed, sometimes vile and cruel, by people who, by status established by life or foundations, are the closest to them. And the disenfranchisement of women, in the historically male society that was the main subject of the film, is blurred by secondary attributes that mean nothing to the true freedom of any person (male or female). Moreover, everything ends with the affirmation of women’s unfreedom and the impossibility of happiness, symbolic submission to imposed conditions. Since the “smoking circle”, in which the heroines talk about the impossibility of dreams caused by dreams of happiness and love, does not indicate the reality of changing the life situation for each of them (to live happily). He (" circle) if and outlet in sad everyday life, it is too insignificant for the desire to live on, and not at all possible, based on the circumstances outlined before.
In three words:
This is not typical for the classic IR tape, which, in its quest for dissimilarity, crosses conventional boundaries that allow you to be acutely social, ask uncomfortable questions of the human dormitory, change ideas about the self-realization of a woman and at the same time do not slide to black. And, thus, it equates a community without a convenient for men lot of women (kitchen, bedroom, children, church) and the dance floor, drowning in cigarette smoke, flavored with alcohol and providing toilets for the rushing lust.
Having the opportunity to become a full-fledged social drama, revealing the serious problems of modern society (and women in it, in particular), the film downplays the importance of those affected by the presence of “modern” scenes. We get a conclusion that is the opposite of the author’s declared – it is the prohibition and restriction of everything and everything that will allow not to bring “stupid” women dirt into their lives.
6 out of 10
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