So, last night Guido and I are hanging out and he suggests we go to a movie. There's nothing worth seeing at the Loews theatre, so we decide to look at the listings for the Angelika, which usually shows foreign films and documentaries, stuff you wouldn't be likely to find at an AMC or something. Anyway, we settle on a movie called Water. It's set in India in the 1930s and shows the hard life lived by widows in that society. According to belief and tradition, when a woman's husband dies, she half-dies with him. She has a few choices to what she can do -- she can burn with her husband, she can live a life of self-denial, or, if the family will allow, she can marry her husband's younger brother. This society basically chooses for the women, and in the movie they live in a sort of commune so they don't taint the rest of society.
So, basically, it's an excellent movie. There's a seven-year-old girl who doesn't even know she was ever married when her husband dies. There's a pretty girl who is forced to prostitute herself to bring money to the commune. There's a free-thinking attractive hero who Andy thinks looks like Antonio Banderas. And there's a love story and revolutionary thinking and Ghandi. If you have a theatre that shows it, you definitely should check it out.
So, basically, it's an excellent movie. There's a seven-year-old girl who doesn't even know she was ever married when her husband dies. There's a pretty girl who is forced to prostitute herself to bring money to the commune. There's a free-thinking attractive hero who Andy thinks looks like Antonio Banderas. And there's a love story and revolutionary thinking and Ghandi. If you have a theatre that shows it, you definitely should check it out.
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