Never had I thought much of Frida Kahlo other than a woman with strange eye brows who happened to be Diego Rivera’s wife until I watched this film... fucking hell, Frida Kahlo ROCKS, she's fucking awesome... Now, who the hell is Diego Rivera? He's just a fucking stupid panzon who happened to be Frida Kahlo’s husband.
She was covered in gold, lying in the wreck of a bus accident, like a virgin (that one she was not) on sacrifice. She saw death declaring all her losses. She was almost completely covered in cast, lying in bed, as dead as a mummy, but desperate to fly out of it as a butterfly wanting to break out of the cocoon. Lying in bed, she could only draw her own feet, the only body part she could see. She drew butterflies on her own cast, from pencil to colours…
She drew herself staring at death; she lost her baby, and she couldn’t let go until she drew it and made a blood-chilling painting out of it…
She drank; she sang; she cursed; She beat men in drinking and tangoed with the hostess of the party; she flirted and slept with men, and women…
And … she was a fucking communist and had Mao’s picture hanging in her bedroom… bloody hell… if she could rescue someone who was purged by Stalin, how come she didn’t know about all the killings and purging by Mao?
As she said herself: "I was born a bitch. I was born a painter." Yeah, life made her a bitch. And she lived without any compromise. ‘I’m a bitch’, one of the songs I like best:
…. I’m a bitch, I’m a lover, I’m a child, I’m a mother, I’m a sinner, I’m a saint, I do not feel ashamed, I’m your hell, I’m your dream, I’m nothing in between, You know, you wouldn’t want it any other way…
Cheers Frida, I’m getting drunk for you tonight.
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