A huge gaping hole in this evocation of the Mexican artist puzzled me. If the romance and politics are widely discussed, we could hardly see anything of the suffering of the artist. From an early age, Frida Kahlo was suffering from polio and dune birth defect that made her limp. Moreover, as if bad luck sétait hard on her, she was victim of a serious adolescence accident during which a metal bar pierced her abdomen, which in addition to suffer horribly, was later to lempêcher procreate. Ignore at this point this side of the life of this woman seems totally incomprehensible, as it navait constantly via his painting dexprimer his pain, both physical and moral. Of course, this does not lempêcha to have a social life and extremely rich in love, but we imagine that this love of life had to take a lot on it to hide his martyrdom.
Otherwise, if the drawing sometimes lacks fluidity, it remains suitable for such a project but seems overwhelmed by the profusion of characters, as lon sometimes difficult to recognize or differentiate, and that nothing in the screenplay namoindrit confusion evoked more above. Yet no doubt Flore Balthazar took his job to heart, the latter being even went to Mexico in preparatory trip to capture the colors of this country so special. And the result is rather successful, this is shimmering and subtle at once.
But ultimately, disappointment was up to my expectations. Too little poetry, dream and demotion. I never felt the spiciness of Mexican spice to this book too bland for my taste and that is a shame.