Sunday's Illness Made Me Realize It's Okay To Want More from Telenovelas and Lady Bird

Salazar, a Spanish director whose previous works are also women-centric and focused on the relationship between mother and offspring, admits there’s an unintentional theme in his work, but he made it clear that the botched relationships depicted in his films have nothing to do with his personal one with his mother. Instead, Salazar admits he actually explores those relationships with mothers on screen in an attempt to understand his relationship with his father, which is far from perfect. And when it comes to writing films with women at the forefront, Salazar continuously does so because he feels indebted and honored to pay homage to women, since they created a “species of barriers, and protection” for him during his infancy and youth when “being homosexual in Spain” during the ’70s and ’80s “was not at all easy,” he says.

Still, choosing to write stories like this one in Spain, specifically centered around intimate, complex, non-melodramatic themes, with women over the age of 40 at the forefront, Salazar admits, has been difficult. Particularly, when it came to getting the film financed—a fact I more than suspect would be the same in Latin America.

For Sunday’s Illness, Salazar veered away from the norm and allowed Anabel to be almost entirely removed from her emotions; she attempts to apologize only once and shows little to no remorse for her decision to abandon Chiara. While writing the script, Salazar came across an Israeli book that spoke about “bad mothers,” in which, for the first time he saw “verbalized the lack of empathy with motherhood—which in the Western world there’s this idea, sometimes rooted in religion, that every woman is obligated to have a maternal instinct.” Which we know is simply not the case. So he thought, “What if a woman abandoned her child because she ‘wanted more’?”

“…we’re losing the capacity to sit with someone, look them in the eyes and try to understand how that person is, not by what they communicate, but by what we feel with that person.”

Telenovelas, on the other hand, which originated in Mexico and Brazil in the 1950s and slowly infiltrated televisions across Latin America, have always featured a very specific kind of woman and had predictable outcomes. At least that’s been the case in almost every one I’ve seen (with the exception of Rubi, which ended with the protagonist’s death). Telenovelas were the background noise of dinners and family time throughout my adolescence. After checking in years later, I see that it largely continues to be what it’s always been: melodramatic, barely fleshed out, and non-reflective of the diversity within Latin American culture, in a way that seems almost insulting and deprecating to the community it’s geared toward.

Yes, I understand that telenovelas are primarily watched during off-hours and don’t need to be overly profound. No, I don’t necessarily want them all to touch on subjects like death and abandonment like Sunday’s Illness has, but—at the very least—I expect telenovelas and films like them to begin to assume a greater level of sagacity from their audience, and to add more intellectual depth to their stories without fear of addressing subjects in the Latinx community that have been taboo for too long. If you’re a content creator looking for inspiration and Exhibit As, prime examples are Sunday’s Illness and Spanish works like Las Chicas del Cable (Cable Girls), the show that captivated my attention last summer and raised my awareness of the daring array of work springing from Spain.

“Nowadays, we are absorbed by noise…We get information at a tremendous speed.”

The beauty of it is, less can be—and usually is—more. Though Salazar ended up stripping the script of dialogue and background information that would have further developed tertiary characters in the film, the silences (he also decided to remove music and have minimal camera movement) allowed for the viewer to feel enveloped in the scenes and to process both “what they did have to say, and what they were not capable of saying,” Salazar says. This artistic choice (also made in Dunkirk) is one I personally appreciate, but it’s seldom seen in Spanish-language and women-centric films, including Lady Bird, because I suppose women stereotypically like to speak and have a lot to say. But the truth is, I’d much rather see films explore that which is left unsaid in real life and force a hyperactive generation to ponder what we actively avoid. For example, our relationships with our mothers.

“Nowadays, we are absorbed by noise…We get information at a tremendous speed,” Salazar says. “And we’re losing the capacity to sit with someone, look them in the eyes and try to understand how that person is, not by what they communicate, but by what we feel with that person.”

In the case of Lady Bird, another mother-daughter film which I’m sure you’ve heard nothing about, I remember being elated and filled with very high expectations based on many, many, many reviews, the night the screener came in the mail. I stayed up to watch it and recall being highly disappointed and only sharing my opinion with my mom, and my Chicana friend and editor, Jezebel’s Julianne Escobedo Shepherd, both of whom I knew would understand. I quickly realized the movie was not made for someone like myself to relate to.

Sure, the straight-forward issues a white teenager-in-Sacramento-who-then-moves-to-NYC-for-college faces are valid, and I’m glad people were moved. But what about the non-white teenager who grew up with an ill mom and isn’t able to express her frustration and emotions as candidly and explosively? Or the teenager who grows up and finds her mother who gave her up for adoption when she was 16? And the so many other complex and not so easy-to-swallow mother-daughter relationship films that have yet to be written about? Sunday’s Illness hit an emotional mark, and there are plenty of other ideas out there for filmmakers, screenwriters, and telenovela producers to follow suit—to create art rather than replicas, while pushing the boundaries of what’s acceptable.

Correction: An earlier version of this story set Lady Bird in San Francisco. It is set in Sacramento.