Ma

Ma is more about its visuals than anything else.

Illuminating and fiercely original, if you’re willing to go along on a silent, experimental, dance-based journey of a mother in the desert, Ma is well worth the ride.

While the entire project seems to be commenting on all the ways that social pressures try to trap or confine us, the cinematic medium has seldom felt as free as it does in Rowlson-Hall’s hands.

It's audacious enough to warrant attention.

The result is decidedly uneven, but the film’s sheer creative ambition is invigorating.

Alternately sexy and silly, galvanic and gentle, MA is best enjoyed as a slide show of visual blessings and, sometimes, bafflements.

Celia Rowlson-Hall's Ma has had its subtext dragged kicking and screaming to the surface.