Ah, white women. Thy wrath knows no bounds. You may be asking “Hbomb, aren’t you a white woman?” and my answer is: yes. I have accepted my fate and understand my place in the world as an unwitting tool of oppressive systems and general nuisance. Madame Mallory (played by Helen Mirren) had not, at least at the start of the film. Her constant antagonizing of this immigrant family led to a hate crime, whether she meant for it or not. I understand that when you’re tackling subjects like this you might need that source of conflict in order to show the struggles of POC, and even though by the end she’s somewhat redeemed herself, it still left a sour taste in my mouth. White women are gonna “white women,” but the least you can do is learn from it, so there’s that going for Madame.
I gotta talk about the colors of this movie. Something I talk about a lot is how much color means to me in my creative process, even though I don’t draw, paint, sculpt, etc. In the opening sequence alone, they managed to make the two people we were supposed to pay attention to stand out by wearing bright colors-in a sea of bright color. From there, the colors a lot of the time come from the food.
This movie was great, and not just because I wanted to eat everything that came up on my screen. I mean this movie has literal and figurative spice. People talk a lot about how animated food looks like the greatest delicacy known to man, and somehow this film had that “animated food” quality to it. I love how the use of food ends up also being a metaphor for how immigrants/refugees and the customs they bring with them make us better as a whole.
On the whole, this movie made me feel like how Madame did when she ate Hassan’s omelette: inspired. I’ve been feeling very burnt out and tired of life recently, so this was a wonderful creative, colorful getaway from my own head. It also inspired me to cook, although my omelette skills aren’t great- at all.