Jo Ann Henderson wrote:I saw it last month too. I was just so-so about it. It's really hard for me to sit through a movie where a woman suffers abuse, but fails to find her voice at any time. She was physically abused by her husband and taken advantage of by her doctor and in the end she had a baby that she taught how to bake monsterous looking pies (with too much gooey stuff)! I failed to see redemption in any of her actions.
Wow did we see it differently. Without going into detail, I'll tell you that I was once married to the same jerk she was. Oh, mine had a few degrees and a bigger paycheck, but he was otherwise identical in the level at which he attempted to control me--I could have finished that character's sentences. And I know that she had a voice, she just had to keep it silent because there's no talking to monsters like that. You're in trouble if you talk back or refuse, and you're even in trouble for pouting when you don't talk at all. There is no way to win--except to quietly plan your exit and tell him everything he wants to hear until that's possible. And in the meantime, you use everything you can to build up the self-esteem being in a relationship like that robs you of--which is what her affair with the doctor was all about.
But yeah, the pies weren't that good-looking. In that parting shot that should have been so wondrous, there were absolute embarrassments of pies there, some with crusts sunk half an inch below the top of the pie plate, so technically all wrong even before you discuss the fillings. All obviously made by various amateur volunteer bakers vs. one set of hands--I was surprised that after all the money spent on making the film to begin with they suddenly cheaped out on what should have been triumphant baked goods.