Sundays spent lounging for the lord
It was raining so hard today that we batten down the hatches and decided that it was a day to be inside. The other night, T had asked if I wanted to watch another Bergman film she had ordered from Netflix – Cries and Whispers – when I asked her what it was about she said it was about sisters, one of them dying of cancer. I said, “Say what? No thanks.”
But today, given the tenor of the grey skies, rain streaked windows, my soul feeling like raw meat (given the compounding strains to my normal joie de vivre), we popped in Bergman and opened a cold beer, and watched, and watched, and watched.
The central theme of the film is pain – the language is female – the action seen in the utter dysfunction of a family of three sisters – frightening in its stark portrayal of everything from genital mutilation to the one sister’s harrowing cries of pain from the cancer that is eating her from within.
Well, afterwards, I did almost feel as if my own pain and suffering had taken a backseat to those who, ahem, might be suffering a tad more than me. Good grief.