"Rainbow Fills Half of the Sky", Black Woman

Westley 2022-01-22 08:04:51

I don't know why this moving film is so little paid attention to. I don't know that it is not enough pomp and publicity and not enough subtitles. The only source of the film that is leaked is that translation is not as good as no translation. It is difficult to grasp the precise meaning of the large monologue adapted from the poem. Therefore, the sad and sour poetry brewing in the film is gone, and there is only a soul that can't go away.
In black films, the director is a man, but it is about women's grief. I feel that the significance of the film is not just about the encounters of black women, but actually extends to being a woman. The eight women in the movie have experienced all the pain and shock that a woman can withstand, from the most superficial falling in love with an irresponsible man, to the most terrifying domestic violence, all the tragedies that women fear, one by one. go through. It is obviously black skin, but if the name of the movie is for colored girls, the director wants each of them to represent a wink, like a rainbow.
The lines are very good, very beautiful, there are a lot of monologues, it feels like a drama more than a movie. Full of poetic strength, but looks very life. Like the previous "Treasure", life is no more than beasts, and you must always learn to love yourself. You may not be able to choose your skin, gender, or certain encounters, but you can always choose how to live this life.
This movie has a title to complete the second half of the sentence: For those girls of color who think about suicide when the rainbow appears.
In this movie, Jenny Jackson looks exactly like her brother, especially with short hair.

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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.