MARÏA FULL OF GRACE (MARÍA LLENA ERES DE GRACIA)
Directed by: Joshua Marston. Colombia - USA, 2004
ALLIANCE OF THE BODY
Commentary on the film “ María, Full of Grace”
María Elena Domínguez
A new alliance is nigh. The alliance of the bodies. A new product shall
be begotten. The son of man that will become flesh to pay with his body
the forgiveness of sins. The miracle of life is about to come. The
divine grace seems to be and act within it. But, let us not rush to
situate the biblical story in this young girl so soon, even if the
poster and the title of the film itself seems to authorize it.
Nevertheless, we shall lay down our comment and we shall interrogate
this story on this point. Is a Columbian adolescent up to such a
comparison? Can her acts and actions be read y tuning with that of Mary,
mother of Jesus, mother of mothers? The promotional poster and the
supposed communion of the bodies … to what alliance does it respond to?
The location chosen for the development of the film is a small city to
the north of Bogotá, Colombia. There, poverty and lack of opportunities
wander the streets. The main character, María, is a young 17 year-old
girl from a modest family who, to help pay for family expenses, works in
a rose plantation. A family consisting of only women: a grandmother, her
mother, her sister and Paquito her nephew. There is no father in sight.
Pregnancy catches her unawares and her nauseas make her have to stop the
assembly line at the flower shop –where she daily strips the rose stems
of thorns, roses destined for export. This leads her to resign after an
argument with her supervisor. First apparition of the body as something
that interrupts the production itinerary, its circulation, interposing
between the given order and her work
The plot unfolds in a simple, linear way, without temporal shocks. The
scenes and events seem to interlock but in fact only travel along the
route of the story. The handheld camera -the documentary format- allows
us to see every bit of the way. The cameras mingle… with the characters.
And a new job is offered to the unemployed María Álvarez, the name of
the new mule, and …here is her story. A story that will show the
treatment that capitalist discourse makes of the bodies, its orifices
and its erogenous zones.
This young Colombian, pregnant of a son without a father, in her
eagerness to get a new life, alienates and surrenders the joy of her
body to the Other, leaving aside all things related to love. No Joseph
at hand to court her and accompany her in this new “adventure”. Instead
of the ring of alliance of classical love, or of the verb made flesh –as
happens with the Virgin- the body is reduced here to the alliance itself:
our María gives it to the capitalist discourse that takes it in its
theoretical dimension transforming it into the ideal means of transport
of the illegal substance: a mule.
This topological figure –the bull, the ring, the alliance- untiringly
supports the film: the assembly line along which the product drains, and
of course, the digestive tube trained with grapes and later, bearer of
the prized “pellets”. But also the route of escape to Bogotá and from
there to the capital of the empire –plane, boarding tunnel and airports-
along which human masses pass, immigrants that give up their bodies in
search of tthe American Dream.
The ‘fake’ discourse eliminates, raises the barrier of structural
impossibility. There we have a treatment of the bodies that leaves
castration aside. In the “mule” you can see to what point the corporal
orifices yield to the pleasure of the Other. These erogenous zones –
that have become erogenous due to the loss of object- are valued
according to their use, the market and can be crossed, circumscribed
without loss, even when the body can be discarded as a vessel in order
to recover the prized merchandize. Maria’s “friend”, Lucy, dead nobody
knows if because a pellet burst in her interior or because the dealers
open her like a can to extract the merchandize, is merely a sinister
example of this.
Even vital basic needs are crushed by the empire of fateful market
consumerism. Maria accepts submitting to this. The paternal function
leaves no trace in her body: she returns the product: in the airplane
bathroom, if the pellet escapes from under, she immediately reintroduces
it through her mouth. The merchandize circulates around her body with no
loss: recyclable.
Maria, slave to the contemporary master, travels from her native
Colombia to New York, with sixty two drug pellets in her stomach … and
her son to come.
María, all of her is alliance. Because of her pregnancy she avoids the
police scan and gets into the country. But her body, dull to love, will
it manage to cradle a son? We will hear no more of her, only her transit
through the airport in the final scene. An advert, strategically placed
on the wall reads: "It's what's inside that counts"
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