I didn't really like it to be honest. It was pretty unique, artistic, and personal, but that doesn't really mean it had all that much to it. Saying "it's hard dying alone" a few times does not automatically imbue a work with profundity. The cinematography was great, though. I especially liked the use of negative space, which went well thematically with what Maji was saying. Apart from that I just don't think there was all that much to this.

Moving, funny, even erotic. This was supposed to be just a "fashion film", Mati Diop has turned it into a (brilliant) personal work. I'm definitely going to rewatch it (maybe just to get another glimpse of Mati's hot legs).

It is very difficult to be objective in any review, and I know my state of mind has affected my viewing of this film. It was physically painful to listen to her grandmother's distress at the thought of having to leave her home. Seeing Mati then posturing as she mimed ridiculously to La Traviata in a quivering and exaggerated way that would destroy a singer's rendition disgusted me. I don't understand how anyone could use something so intensely personal in a way that exhibits deterioration and suffering. To do so in order to advertise Prada is amoral. I thought this might be a touching tribute, but to me it was revolting exploitation.