I haven't finished Women Talking (2022) yet, but figured I would mention it because it looks like it is currently airing free on Amazon Prime (instead of rent) until after Sunday (Oscar day). So you have a few days to see this stream, for free, if you want, and then it might be leaving the service.
Finished this today. I'm not really a fan of the bulk of the film in the sense it is more like watching a variation of the Socratic method being practiced on stage... It literally is women talking but not necessarily doing nor necessarily emoting in a way that feels organic at times. What the film excels at is exploring the dilemma of these women intellectually by exposing multiple viewpoints in light of their professed faith beliefs and how those should inform their choices, while also dipping into the sociological harm of their current environment.
Long story short, sure, I don't mind a bit of this, but I really enjoy when it feels more organic and naturally woven into active drama, less when it feels like an intellectual discourse delivered on the nose. The book I suspect pulled this off better than the screen.
Happy to say the last twenty minutes or so do pull together where the women are being more active and doing things, and it feels like there's a better mesh of drama and intellectual content.
There are some very touching moments mostly involving August and Ona, but also a late-film development in Mariche's arc + her relationship with her mother. Salome also manages to remain true to form in this story, and that name itself has a flavorful history in religion and literature.
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I also watched about half of "
To Leslie." Yes, Andrea Riseborough is great. In fact, the supporting cast is also pretty great, even with their momentary run-times. Owen Teague, who took so much crap in "IT" because Maschetti rather rewrote Patrick Hockstetter's character (and a similar turn in The Stand redux as Harold Lauter), is really wonderful as his son -- the young man who loves his mother and wants to give her a chance despite how she bailed on him so often, and yet still raw because she's just hurting him all over again and needing to draw boundaries. I hope to see him in more things.
Stephen Root is almost unrecognizable in the first minute of his screen appearance. Allison Janney of course just wings her part effortlessly. And so on.
I found it hard for me to watch at times, it's a film that makes me uncomfortable and angry, as the ACoaA myself, remembering all the crap I had growing up dealing with my drunkard father. Mother vs Father dynamics are a bit different in how it all plays out, but there's also a lot of similarity -- the lying, the pretending, the duplicitous acting as if everything is fine, the denial, and the inability to get a fucking grip over one's life and behavior... and sometimes (in the film's case) just buying into the "sickness" paradigm in order to excuse actually trying to dig one's way out. Riseborough is this ruined husk of a mother, daughter, and friend, and just doesn't seem to be trying super-hard to fight her way out even if she's entirely miserable and destitute where she currently is.
I think it's fascinating how it pulls back the mask on all of her deceptions -- she might by lying to herself and others, but the only one actively buying into her lies is herself, and deep down she knows it, leading to anger and frustrations sometimes bubbling forth. There's a great bar scene she tries to ease herself into a table with two decent seeming cowboys, making a fool of herself without realizing it (because they've sized her up immediately), but they're trying to treat her respectfully and kindly, even while not wanting to get drawn into her shit and she keeps pushing them in order to get attention and booze.
It's what an alcoholic near the end of their journey really seems oblivious to -- that, no matter who or what they pretend they are, it's like the Emperor's New Clothes to everyone else, their embarrassing nakedness is obvious to everyone but themselves, and their pretense only makes them look even more desperate and pitiful to the world. The only person they fool is themselves.
Honestly, it's quite a performance from Riseborough and definitely worth seeing, so the fact the film barely was noticed (lack of marketing?) when it dropped is sad. it's a nice little personal indie film that so far is nicely done, honest, and sensitive.