Every girl is a rainbow, there is no reason to be sad

Karina 2022-01-22 08:04:51

At present, it seems that the best female film describing the status quo of black women has been highly praised by foreign film critics, saying it is a must see drama. Without subtitles, I rely on my poor English listening skills to support the reading.

The story of eight women, which shows all the misery that a woman may encounter in her life (being deprived; raped; being a trafficker; her husband is a drunk and killed her own pair of children; she was ravaged by her father in her childhood; her appearance is infinite, but her husband is actually a GAY etc.). The film is inspired by Ntozake Shange's dance poems. The long monologues and interspersed Ntozake's poems are the highlights. It is probably also because of the strong literary taste of the monologue, the translation is not good, and the original color is lost. Have the subtitles been seen for a long time? The poetry is indeed the most difficult to translate, and it can only be understood.

The English name of the film is For Colored Girls, which is ironic and sweet.
Because in the white world, even now, black people will always be "colored" races to them, inferior to people; and these black-skinned women live so strong, even if they endure pain that you don't know, They lived so hard and so "colored", fresh and beautiful.

Rainbow, I used to think there were only seven colors, but the director deliberately arranged eight women to wear clothes of eight different colors. These eight different colors represent a rainbow, and each of them is a rainbow!
color girls have no right to sorrow. It's another pun. Girls with colored skin need not be sad; girls with rainbow need not be sad.

Being alive and being a woman is all I got, but being colored is a metaphysical dilemma I haven't conquered yet," claims Tangie

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Extended Reading

For Colored Girls quotes

  • Man #2: Wait, wait, wait. Look, I got something to tell you. I only have about $80 on me.

    Tangie: What are you talking about?

    Man #2: That's all I have. If you want to go to the ATM, we can do that.

    Tangie: You think I'm a hooker?

    Man #2: Aren't you?

    Tangie: No!

    Man #2: I'm sorry. I'm drunk.

    [starts laughing]

    Tangie: What is so funny?

    Man #2: I guess I'm just old-fashioned. What kind of woman picks a man up in a bar and brings him back to her place if she's not a hooker?

    Tangie: One that likes to fuck.

    [the man starts laughing again]

    Tangie: Don't laugh at me.

    Man #2: I'm sorry.

    Tangie: Don't laugh at me.

    Man #2: This is some sick shit.

    Tangie: You men with your double standards. You can do it, but a woman can't. Get out. *Get out*!

    Man #2: That's a good idea. You seem to do this too often to be healthy.

    Tangie: You think I have some kind of disease?

    Man #2: If it ain't in your body, it is definitely in your head.

    Tangie: You ain't one to judge me you son of a bitch!

  • Jo: I went to my gynecologist, and before you, every level in my body was fine.

    Carl: Baby, are you sick? Talk to me.

    Jo: Tell me the truth, Carl. Who have you been sleeping with?

    Carl: Jo, I promise you since... Since you and I have been together, I have not slept with another woman, and I promise you that.

    Jo: What about a man?

    Carl: What the fuck did you just ask me?

    Jo: I see the way you look at them when you think I'm not paying attention. I see it. The pool boy in the Hamptons, my driver, the guy the other night at the opera. I see it all, Carl.

    Carl: You have no idea how much I hate coming up into this motherfucking house sometimes. Every day, Joanna, if it ain't you telling me what to wear, how to look, calling the shots over my head.

    Jo: Are you gay?

    Carl: How you gonna ask me a question like that?

    Jo: How did you marry a woman, and then turn around and let a man bend you over?

    Carl: Ain't nobody bending me over.

    Jo: So you doing the bending? Is that what it is?

    Carl: I don't wake up holding another man, walking down the street holding some man's hands. That's gay, okay? That ain't me.

    Jo: You're saying a lie, Carl. You're saying a lot without saying nothing at all.

    Carl: I'm saying that your husband is a man, Jo. I'm a man every day of the week. I'm a man. I'm just a man who enjoys having sex with another man, Jo. No attachments, no fucking... No relationship, just sex, you know? That's what I'm saying, and I'm sorry. I'm sorry, Jo, for my truth.