I just finished a wonderfully sad movie. I can't imagine a more haunting, beautiful, heart-wrenching documentary. I wanted to cry and laugh, and I want S to see it (I thought it wouldn't interest him, but I think I was wrong.) but I can't imagine how I could ever live through it again.
If you haven't seen Born Into Brothels, you should consider watching it. I can understand that even the idea of it is hard to stomach. All of the childrens' stories are touching, but there are those few that grab you even more. You understand that if someone doesn't help these kids, bad things will happen. The girls will end up prostitutes like their mothers, and the boys will end up addicted to drugs, criminals who steal to procure the drugs. It's a horror-filled life that you cannot even imagine. The footage would be powerful with no sound.
And I think that part of the reason the movie grabs you is because you're able to see what these kids can do when you put a point-and-shoot in their hands. Their snapshots are filled with images you can't forget; gorgeous, breath-taking photos. You cannot believe that someone with that sort of talent would be abandoned to the filth, squalor and disease of the red-light district. But it is, for many of them, fated. No matter how much help they receive, it isn't enough. It's impossible to think about for too long, simply because of the tragedy of it.
Still, it was worth watching, and I would definitely recommend it. Maybe not when you're having a bad day or when you're feeling faint of heart, but it is good.
I loved this movie, too. It was interesting to watch the "3 years later" update, and to think how much human potential is lost in this world of have nots. The director is an incredible person, someone who is really making a difference in contrast to people like me who care, but just can't quite do anything significant! S.N.
Posted by: | October 21, 2005 at 08:19 PM