Like Meek’s Cutoff last year every
so often comes a classic film that reaches into your soul and pulls out shreds
of your heart. So rare does a film do so with such few words, such importance;
like the poignancy of a saint's magical freedom from erroneous sensibilities
through powerful acts of courage and faith.
A child
is left alone in the wilds of an island bayou. Her father teaches her how to care
for herself until the waters rise because of climate change. The child lets
her imagination feed her fears more than reality. Her father shouts for truth
as if you could cram belief and miracles down your throat, drunk and sick, yet
in the cracks and glimmers of hope lies a spiritual surrealism whereby out of
the mouth of a child comes the most essential of wisdoms.
Beasts
of the Southern Wind is a masterpiece of elegance and grace, gripping every
nature of our being; putting to test our ludicrous mediocrities. There is no greater effort than to stop the ice
from melting and to live each day as a holiday, to hold each other; to love. Don’t just watch this film; absorb it.
