HELLO! It’s been so long since I’ve updated like a good little blogger. Here are my excuses for why I’ve been absent, so put on your Forgiveness Pants:
- On the 11th, it was my birthday, and I was too busy partying/having an existential crisis because I am now 23 and that is scary/partying/stewing in my own sweat because we don’t have AC/partying/eating Mexican food/partying.
- Last Wednesday I was sick and when I tried to write the blog post, I actually coughed up one of my lungs onto the keyboard, and it was super gross and messy. That didn’t really happen, but I was sick and I slept a lot.
- Also, I’ve been spending SO MUCH TIME looking for a job. It’s as if looking for employment is my actual job. I had an interview today, though, and I’ve been prepping for it a lot (and by “prepping,” I mean “FREAKING OUT”).
So do you forgive me? I hope so, because I am here to make it up to you with DOUBLE LADY FILMS MADNESS! TWO FOR THE PRICE OF ONE (EVEN THOUGH THE PRICE IS “FREE”)! DOUBLE YOUR PLEASURE, DOUBLE YOUR FUN!
And we couldn’t have picked two films that are more radically different. In one corner, we have Frida, a biopic about bisexual Mexican painter Frida Kahlo, starring Salma Hayek! In the other corner, we have Bridesmaids, chick comedy extraordinaire, starring Kristen Wiig and many other hilarious ladies! DO YOU EVEN SEE HOW MANY EXCLAMATION POINTS I AM USING RIGHT NOW?! I am having to bring DOUBLE THE EXCITEMENT! Look! All caps, too!
Much like my last Lady Film, Bright Star, Frida is a true story about a lady who loves art and the people who create it. The film, which came out in 2002 and was directed by Julie Taymor, tells Frida Kahlo’s story, from the crippling bus crash she survived as a young woman, to her first art show and her death soon after. For the most part, the film focuses on her marriage to famous Mexican painter Diego Rivera (played by Alfred Molina), a man known for his murals, his belief in Communism, and his womanizing ways. The two have a tumultuous relationship full of infidelity. Diego has sex with Frida’s sister, with nude models he uses for his artwork… basically anything that has boobs and is still breathing. But that’s okay because Frida does the same! She sleeps with Leon Trotsky! She even sleeps with women Diego has already bedded.
Throughout all her marital struggles, and her numerous health problems, and a miscarriage, Frida learns to channel her anguish into her surrealistic paintings (although it’s worthwhile to note that Frida did not see her paintings as surreal; as she said, “I don’t paint from dreams or nightmares. I paint my own reality”). The film mirrors the aesthetic of Frida’s paintings, and there are a handful of beautiful shots where paintings blend into reality.
Frida is perhaps best-known for her multiple self-portraits. She often “turned the camera” (paintbrush?) on herself. Her paintings became explorations of her own identity, and that often included her identity as a woman. As a historical figure, Frida Kahlo is already widely regarded as a feminist figure, due to her success, her “radical” lifestyle, and her keen observations on what it means to be a woman.
So does the film reflect that? Continue reading