Before I went to watch the movie A Wrinkle in Time, I had heard it was a grand movie about resilience and girl power.
When I heard such commentary I just shrugged my shoulders. I think many people thought that I would love this movie by Ava DuVernay because I loved Wonder Woman. I would laugh at such thoughts because it makes no sense to think that I would love all movies with women-led casts or all movies directed by a female. I am glad to see Ms DuVernay doing well and I am all for girl-power. But art is indeed subjective. And the heart likes what it is going to like and also dislikes what it doesn’t feel.
I went into the movie theater with an open mind. I sat down and sipped my green smoothie. As the time went by, I finished my smoothie -which was the thing keeping me awake-and I felt bored. I didn’t fall asleep. That is a good thing in its favor. For I have fallen asleep in the past while at the movies.
The protagonist, Meg Murry, was a young girl with very curly hair. I loved her hair. At first, she hated it. I felt for her. Growing up my curly hair was not widely appreciated. As I grew older, more and more people (including myself) came to appreciate my curls. As it is, I am desperately fighting a tough fight to get my curls back. But that is a post for another time. Ava DuVernay even noted in interviews that the protagonist’s hair was a big deal for the movie. I get it. It is important for young girls with such super-duper curly hair to see themselves represented in popular culture. I would have greatly benefited from such visual representation as a child. And I appreciate the movie for that. But I still was bored.
The first hour of the movie is super slow. And there is a lot weird special effects and musical interludes. At times, I felt like I was watching an MTV movie. And don’t get me started on Oprah’s character in the movie where she stands way above the rest of the characters in very silvery eye shadow. The movie overall does stand for self-esteem, empowerment and paints a beautiful racially-blended family. But that is what I do at home anyway. I think I wanted a bit more action in a science fiction film. So, there it is. I loved the hair and messages of self love. But it won’t be on my Oscars list for next year. Not that my opinion counts for anything anyway. But I just felt compelled to write. Till next time.