Fear lives in many forms. For some of us it lies in the unknowable, the supernatural, in the dark places our imaginations skitter to when sleep eludes us in the early hours. For others it is the tangible spectres that haunt us; criminals, murderers, wild animals, poisonous insects; things that can hurt us physically and exist within the realms of possibility, and reason, the survival instinct in all of us, driven to an extreme that becomes a debilitating phobia for some. It might sound ridiculous to others, even to yourself, when voicing your fears out loud; even lessen them to a certain extent, but it doesn’t change the things that as individuals, can bring us to our knees.
Weakness is a flaw, and strength of human nature.
And all of us are connected by the fear of loneliness.
Homo Sapiens, as an evolutionary species are tribal creatures. We lived in groups, made settlements, fostered communities, based on survival, kinship, and social reciprocation. We built cities, created myths and religions, just to bind our individual ties to each other. We breed to extend not only the existence of our species but to create an extension of ourselves that we can mold and nurture, in an almost narcissistic need for love and companionship.
Whether we look to our gods, our peers, our elders, or our children, the human condition is programmed to seek answers in the hearts and minds of those that they love. Without that, life becomes a very small and strange thing, that can create a ripple effect of loneliness out into the world around us, we may not even notice.
Every action has a reaction, so remember to be kind if you can.
The Last Will and Testament of Rosalind Leigh is a sad little tale, of a son inheriting his estranged mother’s home after her death. His inheritance is full of memories he would rather forget of his childhood, and while he has been away she has allowed the local cult to use the basement as a temple (as you do), and everywhere he turns there are signs of his mother’s spirit, and it’s desperate attempts at contact.
Rodrigo Gudiño’s first full length directorial debut is a stylish and intelligent film that is beautifully crafted and unfolds in an intense, incredibly oppressive, and haunting tale of a mother’s love.
The formidable Vanessa Redgrave is Rosalind Leigh, distant and troubled, always out of reach of her son, both in life and death. She is flawed and not so innocent as her frailty in old age would have us believe, but reminiscent of old values and ways. Leon played by the quite brilliant Aaron Poole, gives us the troubled youth of the character, successful, immediate, and much more relatable, managing to make us feel the two characters felt more centuries than generations apart.
Everything about this film was incredibly subtle, and yet it weighed so heavily on you, sometimes, I had to remember to take a breath. A mind bending haunted house story, which forces you to think about your own mortality and life choices as you watch. It’s heartbreaking, and truly brilliant, with an abrupt ending that will leave you wondering.
You reap what you sow, I guess be careful that you aren’t just going to leave behind weeds.