Black Mother

One of the most beautiful movies I've ever seen lately is Black Mother by Mr Allah: it contains everything which is true about the people from Jamaica (and other countries which are less rich/developed, that is, the way they talk, think, speak, pray, make love, ... I mean, everything. It is so lovely to see anyone make a movie like this, for I lived for six years in East Africa and I experienced the same: it is just magic, that's all I can say.

This is a documentary about a lot of things. More specifically, it's a collaboration of many thoughts and people all jumbled into a single somehow coherent cinematic experience. Overall, it's full of interesting perspectives on the country, its current state, and its people. In Black Mother, you will hear about and sometimes witness a dark Jamaican history, housing, physical violence, health problems, Rastafarianism, relationships, cancerous food and juices, Chinese-Jamaican store owners, socializing the youth, skin tones, birth giving, etc.

I must warn you that anyone who is not used to the styles of Jamaican speech or find themselves unable to adapt to different dialects may not be able to comprehend Black Mother. In the vastness of the people presented, or rather interviewed, there were two who I simply failed to understand.

For the record, 4-6 people walked out of the theater.