I watched the movie Frida for the first time over the past few days. Funny. I always meant to see it, even back when the film was in the theaters for the first time, but it's taken me this long to finally get around to it. That's a pity, because it's really a beautiful film. It's a celebration of living life to the fullest, no matter how painful or difficult a life it may be.
Frida is so colorful. That's the first thing I admired about it. The plants, the walls of the buildings, Frida's clothes...everything seems hyper-saturated with rich pigments. Even before one considers the plot and the characters, the movie was a feast for the eyes. I was also quite pleased with how Frida's paintings were woven into the film; there's one scene where Salma Hayek, covered in paint, stands next to another painted version of Frida and it just looked fantastic.
Salma Hayek just did a great job, overall, as the title character. She brought so much emotion to Frida Kahlo, capturing the artist's tortured life without becoming hammy in her acting. Alfred Molina, as the philandering Diego Rivera, managed to make the temperamental artist likeable and even sympathetic. Watching Diego and Frida interact was really enjoyable, since their relationship was so complex. The passion and rivalry between them soared throughout the story.
It's probably a good thing I didn't watch this film when I was younger; I would have been scandalized by the frequent nudity and sex scenes. Heck, even now I'm a little bit shocked. I guess I'm still a prude at heart.