Sick week movie reviews

So the $10/mo I pay to netflix has totally paid off. I would’ve died without any entertainment. I have no cable, after all. I’m not home enough! In addition to an entire season of LA Ink, I also watched a few (dozen!) movies.

In honor of “Wear purple for Gay Spirit day” (Oct 20) I watched a Canadian Comedy, Breakfast with Scot.

A closeted gay couple end up with a child they werent expecting when the boy’s mother dies. They try and downplay their lifestyle, trying not to let it affect the child. However, Scot is extremely flamboyant for an 8 yr old and insists on wearing makeup and his deceased mother’s jewelry to class. Paranoid of the stigma of a gay couple with a really gay-acting kid they panic, try and tone down his colorfulness and fetter him to normalcy. However, Scot has no intentions of fitting in. In the end, the men sheepishly come out, admit their lifestyles, fearing retribution. Their coworkers and family shrug and go “we knew.” The whole movie is absolutely hilarious. Moral of the story: Be who you are and be proud of it. Maybe its not as bad being different as you may think.

And Then There was One really touched my heart.

Its a true story of a couple trying to conceive. They go through such heartbreak when they cant have their own child. Finally, the mom ends up pregnant and safely delivers the baby. The little family is happy for the first couple of months. The baby girl gets sick and medicine cant make her better, so they do batteries of tests and on a whim, dr’s discover she has AIDS. The parents are stunned and even more shocked to get tested and find out they, too have AIDS, apparently contracted from a blood transfusion after a miscarriage. They tell people they see as friends, who promptly abandon the little family. So the family keeps their secret. The mother is angry and pessimistic about them all dying. The father is strangely hopeful and encouraging, saying “Do you want to spend your whole life like THIS? angry?” He insists she enjoys herself. Insists she goes to work and they carry on with life as best as they can. They lose weight, become sicker. The father, the motivator and uplifter, gets cancer. The mother fears being left alone. Finally, friends become concerned and the family decides they cant hide their secret any longer. Their friends and family are stunned that the family didnt let on to the AIDS (for fear of retribution). Moral of the story: your true friends will always be there.  When courage is all you have left to fight it can be all you need to survive.

Another phenomenal must-watch was The Stoning of Soraya M.

A award-winning true story, set in 1986 in Iran, this is an amazing glimpse of life outside of the comfort of America. Stranded in a remote village, a journalist is approached by Zahra, a woman with a harrowing tale to tell about her niece, Soraya, and the bloody circumstances of her death the day before.  Her last and only hope for justice lies in the hands of the journalist, who must escape with the story – and his life – in order to communicate the violence to the world. Soraya’s husband approaches her with the request of a divorce. He has met a younger woman and wants to take the family’s sons and remarry, leaving Soraya with a patch of dirt and the daughters to feed. Naturally, she balks at the absurdity of this proposition. He arranges for her to work for a widower in the city for an income, then immediately accuses her of adultery. Iranian law states that a man must prove his guilt, but only a woman must prove her innocence. Within days, a trial is set, she’s convicted and sentenced to death by stoning. She has done no wrong, but the burden of proving innocence is on her hands. Within minutes, she is placed in a waist-deep hole with her arms tied behind her. The government officials tell the men of the town that with every stone they throw, they are redeeming the name of their city, as she has soiled it. Even Soraya’s father and sons are given stones and encouraged to throw them because it would please Allah.  The village lines up and throws stones, one by one until she is deemed dead. It takes an hour to sentence her to death, but almost a day for her to finally breathe her last bloody breath.

I’m absolutely shocked at the horrors and indignities that women in other countries are subjected to. I couldnt imagine having my son throw stones to kill me. Furthermore, the absurd belief that murdering an innocent woman somehow pleases Allah and restores the dignity of the town? I’m speechless. There’s my prayer for tonight, to pray for those women who have acid poured over them, are set on fire and killed for supposedly soiling the family name with imaginary offenses.


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