Ma Ma - Der Ursprung der Liebe

This film really touched me. Forgive me for attempting persuasion via a personal, anecdotal connection. So often, however, I believe that those types of connections explain precisely how art is able to establish leverage and truly move us as viewers or consumers.

This film offers a beautiful interpretation of cancer through the eye of a strong, modern woman–interspersed with a kind of very real, magical realism. It was exquisite.

Magda (Cruz) reminds me of my very own mother.

For as long as I can remember, my mother has told me that one day when she was 28 years old, she saw a vision of a little girl with long brown hair walking away from her in her kitchen. Days later, she found out she was pregnant with me. My mother has a beautiful spirituality that is unique and special. She understood the vision of the girl–a figment her mind, her hope–as a source comfort that she carried with her. Throughout my childhood, she called me, "my little comfort."

When I was 10 and my mother 38, she was diagnosed with late-stage breast cancer. She and my father decided to tell me and my older sisters right away. I remember where we stood in the kitchen when they told us. It's frozen like a photograph in my mind. I remember the blood on the floral bandages from her surgeries. I remember the morning she began losing her hair, the smell of the chemotherapy on her arms and cheeks, and watching the needles enter her arms after our 3 1/2 hour drive each Saturday. I remember the way her returning, peppered hair felt on my hands. I remember when that little hair that returned fell out again. I remember her many hats, her first and only tattoos–dotted radiation targets, I remember the night she rocked me and told me that she was not contagious.

What I don't remember, however, and perhaps never considered until this film is how she must have felt a loss of her femininity, perhaps her sexuality, her womanhood. How much harder it was to be not only a mother to three daughters–but also a wife and a woman.

This film has been reviewed negatively saying that it is melodramatic, unrealistic, and lacks depth. My opinion is so much different. I think it is so interesting that people reacted that way, because to me, I feel that those critiques display an inability to identify real, female depth. The depth of this film can be found in the seemingly unrealistic joy, hope, and selflessness with which Magda repeatedly greets fear in her life. In how she relentlessly chooses to give love, understanding, and forgiveness. The realness of this film can be found in the true story of a woman like my mother.   Just as this film helped me realize that my own mother must have struggled in an additional dimension I had never considered, I challenge viewers to watch this film and appreciate the magical strength it would actually take to face a challenge in the way that Magda does. Challenge the judgmental gaze that we, as viewers, so often feel entitled to employ–I think this is a similar judgmental gaze through which we, as a society, feel allows us to scrutinize women. If we view this film honestly, and give its magic a real interpretation instead of something created to "make us cry" or "be a tearjerker", this is when we will see its power. Magda envisions her happiness, she visualizes the goodness even when it is not physically there, and she sources joy from those around her. That is magical and it is real.

Thank you for making this film. I cannot wait to tell my mom about it.

"Magda" (Penélope Cruz) is separated from the father of their son "Dani" (Teo Planell) and has just lost her seasonal teaching job as she continues to juggle the responsibilities of parenting and living. Then a bombshell arrives in the form of breast cancer and her world is turned upside down. Fortunately, though, she encounters "Arturo" (Luis Tosar) at one of her son's less successful football matches and it turns out he's not only an interested scout, but is also facing cancer-related issues of his own. Gradually they bond and she has a mastectomy but despite the best efforts of her doctor (Asier Etxeandia) it metastasises and just as they celebrate her pregnancy, they have to face a prognosis that both they and the young "Dani" have to come to terms with. It's the latter stages of the film that once again confirms Cruz as a versatile and emotive actor. She portrays a woman who, despite her own ghastly predicament, is determined that her young lad will continue to enjoy a loving and stable family life, that he will never feel jealous of the new arrival and given the now inevitable denouement, she carries that off without becoming sentimental or gloopy. Teo Planell also delivers strongly too and director Julio Medem resists any temptation to turn this into a melodrama, but rather lets three actors play this out in a poignant, sometimes also quite lightly comedic fashion. In the end, this topic has hit the screens often enough before, but there is something touching and real about this film that's worth a watch.

This film is not in the category of entertainment. It transports the viewer into experiencing a degree of pain, of emotional suffering, embodied by Penelope Cruz, that is unique in my movie going experience.

The review here "Real Magical Realism" is by a woman who experienced the same suffering when her own mother was afflicted with a disease similar to the one in this movie.

This film, moving and brilliant with no comparisons, transcends the genre of movies, so may not connect with many, but it will be so much more for others. It was filmed on a standard that is not compatible to US disk players, so it's only on Amazon, where it can be rented or purchased.

It is for those who have known emotional suffering and managed to transform the pain into an incentive to enrich other's lives.

This is cinematography in the service not of entertainment, but of the challenges, of profound pain, being subordinated to genuine love of a child, a lover and a friend.

Boo hoo hoo right from the start until the very last scene,this is a tearjerker that gives your tears no respite. Even bald, Penelope Cruz is stunningly beautiful and only gets more beautiful not to mention more saintlike as she nears death. I just want to know one thing -- where can I find a singing doctor? They barely even talk to me. And what about one that comes to visit me at the sea shore and performs a medical exam in the water! Did he swipe the medicare card for all of this? Still, the movie was watchable even if you had to scold yourself for falling for this relentless bathos. Now that it is over, gotta question myself.

This movie may make you lachrymose but it is not a melodrama.. the protagonist is battling with a terminal cancer... she still finds love and tries to live her life to the fullest.. Penelope Cruz justifies the role of a young divorced mother of a 10 year old completely ..she dominates.. .blue rooms with white furniture creates a subtlety and tones down the emotions...