It’s ironic that a movie about spiritual ascension to a paradisiacal afterlife would offer such an irredeemably hellish viewing experience. Perhaps best leave Left Behind (2014) and Nicolas Cage – who hasn’t appeared in a decent film since Adaptation (2002) – on the shelf.
Men alone can make the ornaments that women wear, or so men think. You may not find anyone willing to say it out loud, but many still believe that working gold or silver is not a suitable job for a woman.
I had come to Myanmar expecting to find a country basking in the golden glow of post-election euphoria. Instead, both Yangon and Mandalay appeared strangely sterilised, scrubbed clean of any remaining signs of the election. And there was a palpable sense of nervous waiting, almost as if the country hung on the edge of a cliff.
Shimmering, glinting, deluding the eye as if refracted through crystal fluid, the gown suggests a mermaid or a swimmer deep underwater, an apparition no sooner seen than vanished. Seemingly cast from teardrops, it both attracts and playfully evades the eye.
Nothing’s going to keep these performers off-stage. Pirouetting and twirling, graceful and swift, exercising perfect control and timing, the smiling dancers dominated the stage. It was a festival for people with disabilities, and the dancers were all in wheelchairs.