Milk of Sorrow

I was reminded of The Headless Woman while watching this. In that film, I was more interested in the white-skinned protagonist's brown-skinned help and here, I was more interested in the brown-skinned protagonist's white-skinned employer. When you win, you can't win. Only shot that made an impression on me was a shot of a floor scattered and covered with pearls with the protagonist and her employer slowly picking up the pearls mainly because the actress that portrays the protagonist's employer has a grace of movement in this shot that is often afforded to actors and actresses in Rivette. In regards to the whole, it's arthouse up the ass and has a dead-serious fable quality to it that I frankly found kind of annoying.