I'm sure there are not many of you who haven't seen the film a beautiful story of a strong woman, her love of Africa and her love of an idealistic loner, fiercely independent but equally immersed in the mystic of Africa.
The film was beautifully shot. Long distant views over the savannah, human beings, minuscule in the scale, moving through the landscape the animals majestic in their natural background the concept that we are simple only one of the players in this life and death struggle. Mixed in with this drama was the drama of this woman's love for a difficult man and her connection to the African tribe who worked her farm and the close relationship she formed with her man-servant. The symbolism of the Masai as an proud independent observer of the white man's tomfoolery was only one of the themes to come through the film. The stuffy colonial structure of Kenya, the prejudice of the male orientated governance. The hope of financial rescue through a good harvest, devastated by fire, the question of the future of the native people left behind when their employer and benefactor returned to Denmark. Played by Meryl Streep in one of her better roles, I felt she brought a strange symbiotic relationship towards mother Africa and her rural peoples but mixed with loneliness for comfort within her her own tribe. She moved me in the life's desperate conundrum to find love, to be acknowledged for the gift of relinquishing ones independence for a stronger communion.
Well worth a second viewing.
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