Saturday, September 1, 2012

Beasts of the Southern Wind; review


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.

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