Yesterday, after I put my kids to bed, I decided not to work as I usually do but rather watch a movie on Netflix. I picked “The Lost Daughter” by Maggie Gyllenhaal (in whose house Taylor Swift famously left her red scarf).
Leda Caruso (Olivia Colman; Jessie Buckley in flashbacks) arrives to Greece for a holiday, alone. She is a professor, and gets to spend a couple of months writing on the beach. That’s where she meets Nina (Dakota Johnson), with her three-year daughter Elena, both part of a huge noisy family that seemingly runs the area.
Relaxation was off the table. Motherhood, with all its belts and whistles, especially the major one that is assumed to be happily, defaultly adopted by women – putting their lives on hold to take care of someone else – is presented in all its glorious exhaustion. Do we dare judge?
Based on the 2006 novel by Elena Ferrante, Maggie Gyllenhaal’s directorial debut is an eye-opening revelation that the hardest job on the planet does not come naturally, and neither it should.
Aw, this was a really nice post. In idea I want to put in writing like this moreover ?taking time and precise effort to make an excellent article?but what can I say?I procrastinate alot and certainly not seem to get one thing done.