Cotton Mary (1999) from Tuna |
Cotton Mary is a Merchant-Ivory production set in the 1950's in the former colonial India. Its subject is the social status of Anglo-Indians, and the whites who chose to remain. When we meet Cotton Mary (Madjus Jaffrey), she works in the local British Hospital as a nurse's aide and prides herself on being half British. When a white woman (Greta Scacchi) gives birth to a sickly baby and can't nurse, Cotton Mary manages to find a wet nurse (her crippled sister) for the baby. Mary ends up moving into Scacchi's household, seeing this as her chance to enter upper class British society. Scacchi's character is completely ineffectual, partially because her husband, a BBC correspondent, spends half of his energy philandering, and the other half chasing around after stories. Cotton Mary sees Scacchi's fecklessness as an opportunity, and she no sooner moves in than she starts trying to take over the household. Her main opponent is the butler who has been there forever and has been a best friend to Scacchi's young daughter. Mary finally gets rid of the butler, and begins bringing in her relatives to consolidate her power. However, when she brings her own daughter (Sakina Jaffrey), the girl ends up performing translation and ... er ... more personal services for the Master. When the head of the household finds out through his pillow talk with Mary's daughter that his own baby daughter has been sucking an Anglo-Indian tit, he goes postal, even though he has been doing the same thing. It is at this point that Mary's world crumbles. For me, a film needs to have either a central character or a central theme that I can relate to. This had neither. Exploring foreign cultures is often one of my favorite reasons to watch a movie, but this film failed in that regard, as it was too tightly focused on only a few characters. Worse yet, none of those characters was appealing. Master was a philandering jerk who ignored his family; Scacchi played a wallflower too stupid to come out of the rain; and Cotton Mary was calculating and self-serving. The film is technically competent, and there is nothing wrong with the performances, but the flawed concept makes it uninvolving. |
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