The heroine Teresa’s job is to take care of this group of disabled people and take care of the lazy daughter who is as fat as herself and also full of desires and cannot be released outside of work. Neither work nor family can give Teresa any emotional comfort. Sending off her daughter, she boarded a plane to Kenya and started a journey of finding love.
Sugar mama, refers to a fat and ugly middle-aged woman from Europe who came to Africa to try to buy the "love" of young male prostitutes with a small amount of money. In Austria, Teresa is just an ordinary middle-aged woman, but in Kenya, she finds herself a sense of unreasonable superiority by virtue of her middle-class status. She and her friends laughed at the Kenyan bartender and laughed arrogantly with her friends... and what made her feel different was among her group of African men who like to talk about majestic men and their pornographic friends. Declaring that she prefers to look at a pair of sincere eyes, she is eager to look at a person's soul through her eyes, and she believes in love. Like a proud flamingo, I only feel detached and pure.
In my first experience with a Kenyan male prostitute, Teresa was stripped of his clothes while chanting "You don't love me" while pushing away the male prostitute. For the second time I met the considerate Munga, Teresa took the trouble to teach him how to caress his sagging breasts affectionately. Faced with the cruel reality that only through sex transactions can be "loved", Teresa chose not to compromise. When Munga repeatedly asked her to donate money to the locals, fabricated cliché accidents and reached out to her for money, Teresa's fragile and smashed sensibility was completely crushed and crushed. When the Kenyan woman took the money with peace of mind, she asked confidently: Why is it given so little, these sugar mamas who have traveled far and wide to buy love with money, looked down and out and pitiful. From the beginning of the love journey, the obsession with love, to the final birthday party, taking turns playing strippers with friends like a carnival, Teresa successfully completed the ultimate transformation of self-exile. At this time, the boundaries between sex trade and true love, reality and heaven are nowhere to be found.
Whether it's the playground at the beginning of the movie or the clean and sandy beaches of Kenya, you can find relatively static shots of people and scenery everywhere in the movie. When you are delighted to discover the faintly visible surrealism, the storyline and long shots that follow will tell you viciously: This is not a fairy tale, this is not heaven, and there is no love here!
The irony is that in the scene where friends celebrate Teresa’s birthday, a few middle-aged ugly women take turns molesting young male prostitutes, but despite their best efforts, the male prostitute never lifts; Teresa leads the bartender back to the room and gently forces him With a kiss to "Fangze" under the skirt, the bartender was always scrupulous in the face of the dissatisfied fat flesh on the bed. The movie still uses tiny details to powerlessly tell a truth that has been ignored by most people for thousands of years: sex is in front of the material and cannot be completely compromised.
Suppose you are an old, decayed, full-body, helpless middle-aged woman, temporarily escaping from a boring, desperately low-paying job; escaping from an unsuspecting adolescent daughter; escaping from that Because of age and physical imprisonment, you have been insulated from love and sex for a long time; escaping from the real life that oppresses you for most of your life. Held by a strong African boy, he walked through the streets where Kenyans came and went in the middle of the night. You ask the guy in front of you: "Do you just want my money?" He opened his eyes and looked at you: "No, I don't want your money." And sincerely told you: "I have only love for you." Then, You laughed exhaustedly, deceived yourself, and forgot in a daze that this was a momentary instant love bought with money... This time, the sly reality uses charming beaches, warm sunshine, and considerate and passionate young Kenyan male prostitutes. , Packaging yourself into a "love paradise", hollowing out your pockets, hollowing out your heart.
But you still can't help but believe in those false love words, for the poet who barely sings love in the depths of your heart, and of course, for the strong butt and the thick male root.
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