I chose this movie arbitrarily, so at the beginning, I guessed that it might be a sad movie. The first forty minutes of the movie is a plot of labor and childbirth. The leading acting skills are very real. I have to believe it. Everything is happening. After seeing the birth of the child, I empathized with Martha, and all this was torn apart in the next second. After the camera dimmed with the lights of the ambulance, I understood the title. The red overcoat walked through the gloomy street, the milk was secreted through the sweater, and the diapers were worn under him. All the details explained that the child had been here. Half a year later, Masha's pain has not been reduced by half. The same sad lover needs her mother who accepts everything. She can't heal herself and can't get out. This is too difficult and harsh for her. In a very deep memory segment, Masha returned home and lit a cigarette exhaustedly, while her husband took the tearful cheeks and threw the yoga ball used in childbirth into Masha's face. Sparks spattered. Following her husband’s curse, Masha pointed the smoke at the yoga ball. It slowly leaked air. What she saw were the dishes piled up in the sink and the dead flowers and plants by the window. This home was lost. When I get angry, the ending is like, needless to say. And I, I have to apologize. I didn’t really empathize with Martha. I don’t know how painful she is, what she is thinking in her hopes on the apple germ, or seeing the one who was born for only one minute. The cry of my daughter's photo, I don't know how brave she was to throw her daughter's ashes into the sea. "She smells like an apple." Women who wish to become mothers of their own will not suffer such pain.
View more about Pieces of a Woman reviews
