starring Salma Hayek, Alfred Molina
directed by Julie Taymor
122 minutes
This is the story of Frida Kahlo (Salma Hayek) from the time she was crippled in a bus crash until she died. Her husband Diego Rivera (Alfred Molina) plays a big part in the story. The movie is a feast visually. The threads that run through it are Frida's relationship with Diego and her artwork.
I've seen some of Frida Kahlo's artwork here and there but I am not very familiar with it. The movie in some ways feels like it was made primarily to bring Frida's artwork to the masses. I think it stretches and tries to cover a little too much ground in terms of Frida's life. It is not in my experience uncommon for biopics to do that. It does get a little exhausting, especially in the last 30-40 minutes.
I'm glad I've seen this movie. I don't love it. It didn't give me a lot to think about. It is visually stunning. I couldn't help but feel that the scenes in Mexico should have, for the most part, been in Spanish.
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