It is very difficult to be objective in any review, and I know my state of mind has affected my viewing of this film. It was physically painful to listen to her grandmother's distress at the thought of having to leave her home. Seeing Mati then posturing as she mimed ridiculously to La Traviata in a quivering and exaggerated way that would destroy a singer's rendition disgusted me. I don't understand how anyone could use something so intensely personal in a way that exhibits deterioration and suffering. To do so in order to advertise Prada is amoral. I thought this might be a touching tribute, but to me it was revolting exploitation.
Review of In My Room
