“I’m a Brit, so watching the movie in Leipzig was a disturbing experience.”
In the intimate room, it isn’t just the narrative of the play that we, the audience, are immersed in; a braid of colourful narratives weaves itself throughout the room, gliding between the storytellers, the puppeteers and the audience.
The film’s Oscar-winning protagonist manages to convey the overwhelming weight of grief in his silence and body language, without an ounce of overacting.
From now on, if ever I come across a statue of Venus, I will look at it differently.
As characters in this acclaimed movie, the white people are mostly background, who barely react in the midst of the revolution these women bring into their segregated bubble.
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