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"Pieces of a Woman" is real because there is everything: birth, death, crisis and overcoming.

"Pieces of a Woman" is real because there is everything: birth, death, crisis and overcoming.

              Scanned by dates for each month that passes unperturbed, Pieces of a Woman shows you the dark side of childbirth, the one we are too often not used to because it is flooded with stereotyped images of upcoming joys. A few steps away from being the classic tear-jerking film with a happy ending, it shows birth, death, crisis and overcoming together. 

"Pieces of a Woman" is real because there is everything: birth, death, crisis and overcoming.




                        The central theme is mourning, and the pain connected to it. The issue of the loss of a newborn child, as well as of spontaneous abortion, is still a taboo today, dismayed by the stigma of shame. Yet that's the core of the film. Pieces of a woman talks about motherhood, however addressing the complex issue of children never born yet present in the life of their parents, who distort them with equal intensity. Everyone deals with pain in their own way. In fact, the film shows it: from dissociation to relapse into vices, up to the attempt to escape to forget the pain. Martha's, in particular, shines through the body of a non-mother mother, exhibited with extreme truthfulness, without sparing those details so little appealing of a woman who loses breast milk by staining her clothes, or who wears bulky postpartum briefs underneath. the jeans.                 

                As she struggles with a body transformed by pregnancy with which she tries to make friends, but which she carries around like a burden. A truth often hidden from those who want to see motherhood only as the "zenith" of a woman's life. On the other hand, however, there is Sean, a man who in every way tries to recover the vitality of a relationship that is slowly shattering. When he aggressively tries to make love with Martha, one can almost feel anger mixed with pain at the knowledge that he will fail. It is such a real scene that it makes you incredibly uncomfortable. The fury it manifests makes you feel like a voyeur, and not in a positive way. Yet you are there that oscillates between wanting to stop it and understanding it. Until he runs away resigned, to go and let off steam on something else.


                Among them the figure of her mother is constant, as well as that of the family made up only of women. Pieces of a woman in fact explores the female universe, showing the strength of matriarchy, in a symbolic vision of women in the triple role of mother, daughter, sister. Holocaust survivor, Elizabeth is a matriarch who retains the temper and the stubbornness of being a daughter of war, used to "raise her head" in order to stay alive. A gesture that tries in every way to make her daughter, made apathetic by a pain too strong to be able to manifest itself. Until he succeeds in his intent, that is to convince her to follow the court case against the midwife. The goal is to necessarily find a culprit in the untimely death of the niece, trying to circumscribe a cause and a consequent punishment. 

                A justice that can make you feel better. And that, in all likelihood, it can hide that sense of failure that Martha feels accused by her mother herself. The sense of shame when experiencing perinatal bereavement is common. Losing a newborn child is an experience that finds space in our culture, even if we don't talk about it. The absence of clear cultural references amplifies the sense of isolation of those who go through this type of pain. Especially when it comes to a stillborn child, as explained by Claudia Ravaldi, psychiatrist and psychotherapist, the tendency is to consider bereavement "not very serious", because it is definitely too small to be compared to other types of losses.  From here takes shape the reason for the greater difficulty of being able to elaborate it, without having to justify or apologize. 

                                                                                    To Be Continued....

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