I rented Whale Rider on Kevin Rains‘ strong recommendation. It is fabulous. Non-Hollywood films always surprise me with how different they feel. Yes, we’re used to the stereotype of blowing up lots of stuff, but even with dramas, there is definitely a “let’s keep clipping along” tempo to Hollywood films. Whale Rider is not afraid to linger. Consequently, some people don’t like it because “it’s too slow.” I thought it was luscious.
The first time we watched it, the question it raised for me was: What if the only way to save the old ways is to break them? I love the climax of the film, when we are looking at the face of Koro, the staunch traditionalist, as his paradigm comes crashing down and he realizes that he has been opposing the very thing he thought he was seeking.
The second time we watched it, the question is raised for me was: What is my destiny, my call? For a couple months now my fire to pursue the spiritual adventure has been low. …Not surprising, given the stress of my present unemployment. But I don’t want to miss the adventure. I think God has given me something. The whale songs became a reminder to me of the greater Song, groaning in the deep.