The Actress as presented on screen is an immature child like person. Her emotional malleability, which is the chore of her success, render her unable to grow, to
establish an emotional understanding and ability to relate without the aid of a script writer or director.
She is pathetic as a person yet brilliant at her work. Her age is significant because she seems acutely aware that she is now older, she has a biological clock that says life's benchmarks have come and will shortly go and she will still be "young".
I could not help but experience a feeling of wanting her to just be quiet, to go inward to think, to be someone (the off stage real person) other than this unceasing emotion whine at the "cost" of her success. The actress still lives with her mother and aunt(a reality that she does not seem to lament) and although they provide moments of theatrical comic relief, there are only a few, too fews of these moments.
This film does not provide a pleasant, nor entertaining experience and I could not help thinking so what? Who cares? Get your life together woman. Spend your hard earned money on a shrink, like Woody Allen does.
But is this a realistic depiction of an actress' life?
Is this emotional porayal realistic? Being a prostitute does not necessary mean that the woman(or man) can not experience emotionally informed physical pleasure. Or does it?
Does the "professional" life of women stunt her growth while the rearing of children provide a fertile ground for maturity, for acting and feeling like an adult?
Maybe
LindaZ
AGORA: Dragged from her chariot by a mob of fanatical vigilante Christian monks, the revered astronomer was stripped naked, skinned to her bones with sharp oyster shells, stoned and burned alive as possibly the first executed witch in history. A kind of purge that was apparently big business back then.
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