I recently watched The Dressmaker, a Australian film based /adapted from Rosalie Ham's novel.
Directed by Jocelyn Moorhouse.
As I sat there and watched it…I was reminded of all the archetypes. Lilith in particular came to mind. The witch on the hill, the slut, the mad woman, the outcast and the cursed one, all labels from a patriarchal and small minded community.
Where anyone that doesn't conform is treated with contempt. If you’re different you are reminded daily. The nastiness and fear.
You can taste it. Never far from the surface, simmering like a cauldron.
On the flip side of these ass holes are magical souls that honour who they are…… eventually.
Some have embraced their uniqueness and give no fucks. Others strive to fit in and gain acceptance.
People fear what they don’t understand. Society fear's someone that is truly in their own power.
It’s not a pretty subject and it’s very sad in parts. Visually, it’s stunning and Judy Davis is outstanding as “Mad Molly ” the crone/hag.
This story has it all.
I adored the adventure that The Dressmaker took me on; quite a profound healing took place.
In honouring the witch and outcast.
Revenge, Redemption,Trust and Healing.