Last Thursday I had the opportunity to Cornell cinema to watch a film. I knew that it was going to be about Gypsies. I did not know much, but I knew it was not going to be my big fat American Gypsy wedding or Gypsy sisters. I had a feeling that it was going to be a story of pain, slavery, and salvation. I was unaware that the film was not in English and that subtitles would be available.

One of my favorite movies is a Bollywood film almost entirely in Hindi and some French and smigin of English, it did not deter away from my appreciation of the film because it is such a lively story, a story of hope and growing pains, something that I think we can all relate to.

The film that I watched about Romanian Gypsy was hard to follow, vulgar at many times, and tasteless in more than a few scenes, there was even someone in the row behind me that fell asleep.

There were parts that I was able to digest such as when the king’s wife has an affair with her slave who happens to be a Gypsy. This Gypsy ends up escaping so the king sets a bail for him. A man and son go after the Gypsy to restore the king’s honor in order for the king to disgrace and torture the Gypsy. The king ends up cutting off the Gypsy’s manhood so that he can never have another affair, even though people have told him that his wife lured the Gypsy man and not the other way around. I was saddened by the little Gypsy boy who was also captured that just wanted to be sold to a good master, he advertised himself in public promoting his good cooking skills and loyalty.