HUNGER, The Movie

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HUNGER, the movie.  How the desire to be special can lead to losing one’s soul.

Not since The Tailor, from Turkey, have I felt the admiration I have for this remarkable film from Thailand. The first film from that country I’ve ever seen.  I can’t pronounce a single actor’s name, nor am I familiar with Bangkok, where the film was shot. Only once did I briefly visit Thailand, on my way to Burma: I remember market women in boats selling their wares on a river and how we smiled (my partner and I) at them, and they smiled back. All we knew about each other – we and the boat women – was that we were humans.  Our instant recognition of our sameness felt miraculous. 

This film has some of that. Reaching deep as it does into what makes us human instead of the machines we can sometimes become in pursuit of being seen, recognized, envied, “special.” 

The good news for us, if we are young, is that there are teachers. Some of them already ruined by their own “successful” if hapless pursuits. In fact, it is possible that it is the “ruined” teacher who best shows us the other way.  As in this film.

At the very end, when the wanderer returns, in time, to what is true for her, we see a Buddhist monk passing in the street.  Just a glimpse of his saffron robe.  Reminding us that it is not necessary to be “special” in order to eventually find one’s own path. That “home” wherever it turns out to be is the “special” blessing of remaining true.~aw