Wednesday, November 11, 2009
precious wrecked me and i don't even know why
just saw Precious.
wow. this is not going to be an analysis - just my first impression. but still, wow.
the bus was packed with a bunch of african american teenage girls and i just thought it was because school was out and they were going to the mall. nope. they were all going to see Precious. the theater was full of these young girls. and the theater was pin-drop silent.
(movie going with teenagers in the audience? it's never pin-drop silent.)
i wouldn't say the movie craft is *brilliant* but it's still a movie that should be seen - with performances that should be recognized:
Mo'Nique (without a doubt, so far ahead of anything she's done before.)
Gabourey Sidibe (for an unknown to carry this whole thing is amazing - this could *not* have been done by a Hollywood actress. no way. they're too mannered, too practiced, too fake, too stiff, too soap opera-y. it would be the equivalent of watching Holly Hunter play a dysfunctional cop from Oklahoma - sinewy and wrong.
my one quibble: i know most of Precious' subjectivity lives in her head but it would have been great to see more of her inner life, her push, somehow made more visible, other than the fantasy sequences that allow her to disassociate from whatever blow she's just received. This is a point that someone else - PostBourgie? - made somewhere and i agree with it.)
the other girls in the ABC class (don't you recognize each of them?)
after i saw it, i walked around for a few blocks wanting somewhere to sit and cry but that would have just looked crazy. it made me look at my aunts, the girls i knew from my church, the girls i see on the bus - differently.
if you've seen it, or read the book (which i haven't) would love to hear your thoughts.