I was suddenly taken to C200 to watch the in-house screening while I was studying in Xintu.
When I saw the title, I thought it was a nostalgic movie about childhood and Mexico. Until the moment when Cleo and Sofia were in trouble at the same time, I suddenly felt that it was a female movie. "No matter what others say, we are all alone as women." From grandmothers to mothers to maids, women of different classes have experienced tragedies together and come out of them. The women here are both weak and brave; they are both dependent on each other and independent. It is both pitiful and admirable. I have to say that Alfonso took the young Cleo so beautifully that even though she went through pregnancy, abandonment, childbirth, and bereavement, she did not lose the youthful breath she exudes.
HDD insists it's just the director's childhood recollection, and my linking it to women is over-reading again. But I think that those seemingly innocent children, in the terrifying social turmoil and cruel family changes, have long been awakened by a keen sense of sadness, and it is the three women who make up for the absence of fatherly love in these children. I think in the director's life, he will never let go of his attachment to the female power rooted in his heart.
On the last beach, despite the rough waves, women and children snuggled together. It turned out that the director himself was one of them.
It should also be mentioned that each picture is so delicate and powerful, but it is shot in black and white, which makes people feel that they cannot enter, as if they are forever separated from memories.
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