MA MA, Julio Medem 2015

AFTER SEEING MA MA THE WORLD SEEMED A LITTLE MORE WONDERFUL AND VISUALLY BEAUTIFUL

Ok, maybe it´s because I haven´t been seeing a lot films for quite a while, but still it´s unusual for me waking up during the night witnessing my mind replaying scenes I saw on the cinema´s screen just a few hours ago. Ok, maybe it´s also because I know someone reminding me a lot of Magda, the main character portrayed by Penelope Cruz in a very bright performance, especially when she´s allowed to express innocent, childlike joy in short moments of happiness when there is a goal in a soccer match or when she listens to her gynecologist singing to her a song before having to cut off her right breast including the nipple and, more import, including the cancer within that breast.

But still: I am impressed by the subtle evocative power Medem and his team developed to enter my unconscious mind´s dream world, how they managed to open that door to whistle their sentimental existentialist vibes inside: full of naive love and and full of matured pain.

Watching MA MA is an absurdly liberating experience. Sure, it is sometimes overly heavy in his kitsch, like a really fat chocolate pie or something, sometimes so extreme that it felt like a tour de force sitting through the film. But what matters more is what happens when the film is over and you leave the cinema. And for me the world seemed a little more filled with transcendental wonders and visually a little more beautiful walking home last night. What more can you ask of cinema?