The first time I saw a Saudi film, it was refreshing.
Watched it carefully twice. There are many feelings/feelings, briefly described as follows.
1. to be rich. One of the Arab countries that is said to be rich because of oil, it really lives up to its reputation. Don't bother to look for it, just look at the cost of food and clothing for the heroine Waganda in the film.
2. The status of women. A huge contrast to its level of economic development is the (extremely low) status of women in these countries. The most impressive thing is that its education, in the form of teachings/rules/morality, instills/brainwashes you into the rules of those imprisoned women. Let you consciously/voluntarily wrap your body in black robes from a young age, only male animals follow the lead. Women can't go out alone, can't ride a bike, can't drive a car. In short, there seems to be nothing to do except surrender to a man. I got it too, tsk tsk.
3. Male dominance. In this country, women are not human beings, they are just subordinates of men. All kinds of women can't allow the red light to be banned from time to time, and men can go green at any time. A man is not a human being, so he must be a god-like existence. Men can justifiably marry 4 wives and concubines, and enjoy the sensuality of life.
4, handsome women and handsome men. This country seems to be rich in beautiful and handsome men, and if you meet a man on the road, he will be very handsome. Not to mention the handsome princes. In the film, Waganda's father, and the little boy named Abdullah, are so handsome. Women too, if they were fortunate enough to see the true face under the black robe, they would definitely be amazed. Mama Waganda/Vajda deity/female teacher/principal, and even mother's best friend named Laila, are all honey juice explosions. That Greek sculpture-like face, that deep and boundless eyes like a pool of water. God, it's not too beautiful.
Rare to see, I like it very much. Give it a good rating, 7.8/10.
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