After the movie, Part IV:
I sat through “The Piano” reluctantly, squirming throughout the whole pseudo-feminist crapfest. When Holly Hunter threw her mute self into the sea, I groaned, hoping she would remain there – but, sadly, she survived. (And I love Holly Hunter in just about everything else.) My friends Kristin and Paul could obviously tell how much I hated the movie by my reactions during it, but that didn’t stop Kristin from asking me brightly what I thought, as we waded through a crowd waiting for the next show. I exploded with rage against the whole experience, which was clearly not appropriate behavior. But I think Haidi can back me up on my understandable reaction.
What, you didn’t like the Harvey Keitel cleaning-the-piano scene? That was the one that made my mother the pianist leave the theater.
I really liked The Piano. I think a lot of it is open to interpretation due to the lack of any dialogue from the main character. It would be interesting to see how people read her different scenes. I imagine it would change your ultimate opinion of the film.