This is one of those movies that transports you far from the here and now. It has such a measured and languid pace, and just sucks you in. Despite the beauty of the cinematography, however, in the end one cannot help being left with the reminder of how women bore the burden for so many centuries of being consigned to a narrow set of expectations- their only role in life was to perform menial household duties, marry whatever man their family handed them off to, and produce an heir. Even while reveling in the lush beauty of the Vietnamese countryside, my heart ached for the women. Left me sad, but not sorry I watched it.
Review of The Third Wife
