In Saturday’s New York Times, columnist Michelle Goldberg address the “sexual politics” of the upcoming film “Babygirl” starring the ubiquitous actor, Nicole Kidman. I have not seen the film but have experienced the others mentioned: “Wicked”, “Nightbitch”, “The Substance”, “Anora”, all centering around female empowerment, control over the “male gaze” and the vicissitudes vanquished in their triumph.
History, religion, culture have anointed “male” superiority, diminishing “female” accountability: Christianity, Eve the ultimate temptress; Judaism, Mikvah, bath; Hinduism, the Mundan Ceremony, cleansing of past lives, and birth stains; Eastern and Western religions chastise women as unclean, “filthy” because of menstruation, not acknowledging that without it, civilization would cease.
In this sea of feminine films director, writer Anselm Chan, secretively weaves into a family of undertakers a woman of remarkable endurance, dedication; a dynamic of quiet subtlety, role-switching, tradition-defying; it is blissfully exquisite and bestows upon viewers the marvelous mutability of an intransigent Taoist priest “Master Man”; comedy dances with tradition revolving around funeral rites (denied women); death is leaving a known world, through pristine preparation each individual is beautified, sanctified for their final voyage. “The Last Dance” is one of sublimity, divinity in motion. It is fervently, effulgently, a soaring testimony to the power of film to edify, illuminate, and conceivably change the world.
FIVE STARS!!!!!
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