Grandma, A Thousand Times
This is a documentary by a Lebanese grandson who directs a very intimate portrait of his grandmother, who is 83 years old, who reminisces about her husband who’s been gone for 20 years. It felt like I was reliving my own grandmother, except my grandmother was at least 10 years older and she didn’t live in Lebanon and she could read and write, but this is a woman who lives exclusively on her memories. At one point she’s making a feast and they said, “but I thought you didn’t cook anymore,” and she said, “oh, I’m just doing it for the documentary.” With the feeling that she was kind of a smart woman that was very limited by her inability to read and write, she raised six children and all of them went on to successful lives and careers. Several of them were artists and she supported them just sort of like anybody’s grandmother, except that she smokes her hookah a couple times a day. My favorite scene was when the director’s girlfriend, who is a blond, gorgeous woman, shows up and the grandmother mouths to the camera, ‘she’s not pretty at all.’ Of course this woman is gorgeous, she says, but she has a hot body, and when she speaks Arabic, she’s prettier; Like every grandmother everywhere. I mean, I don’t really imagine many people will ever see this movie, but it does make you feel like you’re visiting your grandmother, even though you probably have – or at last I had nothing in common with this situation was, except through the matriarch who takes on a larger-than-life persona as everybody else dies. There’s a scene in this that I’m not going to spoil for you because it is really that hilarious. I’m not going to tell you what it is, so you’ll just have to see it to find out for yourselves. Two and a half stars.