…From the start Frida is awash in micro-hilarities, observations spoken with quirked lips, the pigmented blues of loss, passion splashed in red, and sunlit happiness interrupted by grey. The film is methodical and restrained yet exquisitely rendered in the service of biography (herstory), self-realization, and the calling of art.
What we find here is a film as observant of Frida’s alchemical soulfulness as she was of the world. It ends with, “I believe after my death I am going to be the biggest piece of caca in this world.” And here we are recognizing, once again, Frida’s acuity was visionary.
RIOTUS 