– I feel like such a coward. I was so frightened. I listened to other
people. I let others make my decisions.–
I also appreciate the sentimental living-close-to-nature stuff (Even if I’m a
typical urban kid myself). Especially when it’s coupled with giving up a lifestyle
based on making money and competing with others in material wealth, in
favour of finding security within yourself. From important position to “to
thine own self be true”. From VIP to Very Independent Person. Yes, I sure
do like that. You go, Sirk!
Unfortunately, it just barely passes the Bechdel test. But at least it’s got this
conversation between Cary and her daughter Kay:
(K) – Personally, I’ve never subscribed to that old Egyptian custom.
(C) – What Egyptian custom?
– Of walling up the widow alive in the funeral chambers of her
dead husband along with his other possessions. The theory being
that she was a possession too. She was supposed to journey into
dead with him. The community saw to it. Of course it doesn’t
– Doesn’t it?
Well, doesn’t it?