Miss Marx
A better biopic than Marie Antoinette, with a somewhat similar style. Loved the speeches straight to the viewer, they are enmeshed in the story, usually ironic echoes of the main characters condition. The whole film is that, speeches extolling the virtue of equality in socialism, with men idling while woman toil.
Double struggle, toil and trouble. Family woes, social woes, money woes. Work it harder, make it better, do it faster, make it stronger, more than ever, hour after, our work is never over.
There’s of course the almost mandatory scenes of Eleanor writing about the female condition, extolling the progress of the last years, but warning of the necessary future progress, 100 years ago, could have been written today.
This is an aside, but how in god’s name is this a Italo-Belgian production? If it is set entirely in England, with an English cast. Mysteries in cultural subsidies, how ironic.
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