Kahlo
I finally watched the movie, Frida, about the life of Mexican artist and revolutionary, Frida Kahlo. Selma Hayek is convincing and emotionally riveting as Kahlo and Alfred Molina, as her husband, codependent, and artistic comrade, Diego Rivera, meets Hayek's performance barely, but meets it. The pair onstage has sensitive chemistry and enough machismo to fuel the entire film, but the addition of explicit sexuality onscreen takes esta pelicula magnifica to another level of real.
Julie Taymor, who directed the Lion King on Broadway brings a theatrical sensibility to the made-for-movie life of Kahlo whose entire story was tragic, mysterious, political, traditional and vividly painted with a palette of colors authentic and unique. Taymor's use of believable sets, strong camera angles and deft lighting is evidence of her ability to enhance the experience of the storyline for the viewer. As well, the trolley accident scene is particularly well-told visually, as well as several other "special effects" segments, which cram important events into their own setting, at once emphasizing their significance and exaggerating their effect through theatrics.
Kahlo's art speaks for itself and is plentifully displayed throughout the film. In relationship to Rivera's, she is the better artist, although his fame was more prominent.
The message of the film:
Great art suffers great artists.
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