For the first time in over a year, I got to the cinema. A Friend friend with whom I'm working on a volunteer project in a still-war-torn country that is trying to recover said "We should go see this!" So, we did.
AND IT ROCKED!!!! I was amazed by the footage the filmmakers got. And I fell in love with these women. All of them. I was holding back tears -- and not bothering to hold them back, too -- for most of the film.
See here: http://www.wmm.com/sistersinlaw/
It might be coming to you!!! It was 100% worth the $10 ticket. It would have been worth $20. Seriously.
Edited to add: Here's a quotation from a review at http://www.reeltalkreviews.com/brows...review&id=1642.
AND IT ROCKED!!!! I was amazed by the footage the filmmakers got. And I fell in love with these women. All of them. I was holding back tears -- and not bothering to hold them back, too -- for most of the film.
See here: http://www.wmm.com/sistersinlaw/
It might be coming to you!!! It was 100% worth the $10 ticket. It would have been worth $20. Seriously.
Edited to add: Here's a quotation from a review at http://www.reeltalkreviews.com/brows...review&id=1642.
Quote:
| Here the country is the Republic of Cameroon, where the hump of Africa veers south five degrees distant from the Equator; the village is southwestern Kumba Town, a hundred twenty-five thousand inhabitants; and the venue is the basic ochre stone courthouse where two women are doing “man’s work” to end traditional miscarriages of justice. In their personal Western dress or symbolically bewigged in the black robes of European judicial systems, they are Prosecutor-lawyer Vera Ngassa and Court President-judge Beatrice Ntuba. Amidst unsanitary unromanticized Third World poverty, dirt roads and corrugated-roof shacks, they are clear-sighted no-nonsense, mixed with compassion and barbed humor that strip away community pretense to expose truth and espouse that “men and women are equal in rights in this country” in which a woman is often addressed as “sister.” Though one wishes in vain for background -- where, in every sense, do these two come from? -- that’s not really the point, is it? In the Dickensian government building piled with dog-eared ledgers, cooled by floor and desk fans, and boasting one single computer that is not seen to function, dispensing justice goes back to grass roots, common sense, and verbal testimony unaided by the technology of television crime drama. Education is what it’s all about, in the end, in this country (and others) where illiterate barely pubescent female children are married off, or sold, by parents, and, previously accepting second-class citizenship as a matter of course, women now want the empowering enlightenment of school learning for their own daughters. |
