Sunday, November 29, 2009

Feel-lame movie of the year? I must nominate Precious.

Hola Muchachos! Soy el nuevo escritor de este blog, y támbien uno de los fundadoros de este sistema de clasificación para peliculas. Voy a contribuir con frequencia y estilo elegante!


Precious DVDSCR.

People Dealing with... um... I'm not sure exactly what issue we could lump this under. Family perhaps, or Chaos or maybe just Nature.

Oh, what to say about Precious? I watched the whole thing, and I'm kind of dumbfounded right now. Precious is the story of an abysmal childhood, which, if presented as a darker-than-dark comedy, would probably have been cause for some kind of widespread, uninformed, public media outcry. The topics that Precious encounters on her harrowing cinematic journey toward teenaged single-motherhood and an eighth-grade reading level range from aids, to retardation, to incest. As it is, Precious has been nominated for a "Spirit Award" (this label is stamped across my copy of the film), and while I believe it contains just as much palpable human suffering as last year's winner The Wrestler, I'm struggling to understand just what to take away from Precious.
In the film we are given the privilege of following precious on her journey from horrible home to new school to halfway house and then into an ambiguous future, in which the increasingly empowered, HIV positive, Precious is finally able to worry about caring for her two children: both the products of incest on the part of her father, and one of whom is lovingly referred to as "Mongo" due to some form of mental retardation. Precious, who blacks out during sequences of particularly brutal abuse and enters a dream state in which she is some kind of celebrity and speaks in news-reporter-ish, eventually finds solace in the support from her gay (for some reason we needed to know this?) teacher, her fiesty alternative-school classmates, her male nurse friend and her state-mandated counselor, Mariah Carey. By the end of the film, Precious is able to express herself in a manner that her handlers find to be acceptable, and we are meant to be very proud of her, standing up to face the odds. But I'm still scared to death at the idea that teenaged, obese, HIV+, mother-of-incest Precious is going to have to go it alone in the big crApple. And even if we are to believe that things go rosy enough for Precious, she's got to be an uncommon example. Literacy seems like a sort of half-assed solution to the Precious scenario. What she really needs is perhaps a time machine, so she can find whatever juncture in her mother's life left her completely socially isolated and susceptible to unchecked fear and anger, and give her a shove toward some kind of human support.

Anyway, see Precious at your own risk. The acting is fine, the film engaging, the Mariah Carey understated, and the Monique blistering, But the film is a vicious, overwhelming/depressing mindfuck and a heavy journey into the bowels of urban social disfunction.

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