Larrain takes us by the hand and engages us in Ema's tragedy. As the layered plot unfolds, the young, platinum-haired dancer allows us to slowly catch her sensual world's rhythm. Music, movement but also wit and strong emotion direct this primal, raw character.
She speaks her mind, she does as she pleases. The lack of boundaries pressures the viewer into letting go as well, ultimately resulting in a refreshing sense of freedom. And letting go can be a challenge. The movie could end up being perceived as a kitschy satire of femininity, motherhood and art, as the Chilean director puts maybe a little too much (maybe not) effort into some eye-catching, visually stunning scenes. To be honest, it was a bit over the top at times, but I can't help wondering if that's exactly where the film's charm lies.
I decided to let go and the film stayed with me for many days to come. The impact is as strong as Ema herself.
