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Absolutely do not listen to this moron (Bowen) who failed to see the beauty in this film. Laura Esquivel's novel translates wonderfully into film. The story follows the life of Tita and her struggle with tradition in a strict Mexican household circa the early 20th Century. There are so many excellent metaphors linking food with emotion, and the correlation of Tita's familial/social revolution with her sister Gertrudis' literal political and sexual revolution add many layers to this deep and funny fairy tale. To fully comprehend the characters' actions, the viewer needs to accept the constraints of that time period, the context. Obviously, anyone who finds this story "empty" lacks both romance and brains.
Contrary to others who may think this film is some sort of tribute to
life to the fullest, it is completely depressing, pessimistic, and
detestible. There is not one likeable character in the entire film. Zorba
is a jackass who f***s up the lives of everyone he comes in contact with
because of his selfish "zest" for life, i.e., wasting other people's time
and money while lying to them. He's a man who has left his wife and family
behind with no regret and works odd jobs, including wrecking Basil's mine
and depleting his money. Basil thinks this is wonderful. Why? It's
as if Basil has latent gay love for Zorba. One of the 2 most disturbing
moments in the film is when the widow (Irene Pappas) is murdered in broad
daylight by a crowd which is angry that she has somehow driven an
lover to suicide. Basil does nothing, even though the widow's his love
interest (interestingly though Basil did not previously sleep with the
widow). Zorba tries to protect the widow, but she's still murdered, her
throat slit like a lamb to the slaughter. INCREDIBLY, Zorba and Basil go
about their business like this is some sort of acceptable crime. WHAT THE
HELL!! The level of mysogyny is disturbing.
Then, when the French hotel woman dies, the author/director maligns the poor villagers (and the people of Greece) by making them look like vultures that steal her possessions before she's even croaked. This isn't a celebration of life, but a sad portrayal of common people as evil idiots. I wish this story had never been made into a film.