This film had an atmosphere of tremendous calm and gentleness, joy and celebration in the meso-American culture. Part I, however, was over-the-borderline weird, as the plot revolved around Fausta having believed that she could ward off the horror of war-rape, by inserting a potato into her vagina. Part II was much stronger, better plotted and more moving. It becomes clear that after her mother's death Fausta is a victim of familial sexual abuse from her father, and in a mutually caustic relationship with her more cynical sister - (the weird hasn't entirely dissipated).
She has now grown a little older and wiser,and falls in love, only to sacrifice it all for a material possession, a simple, single piece of jewellery. She is irrationally attached to this gem, and loses everything - even her personal honor.
What an unexpected delight. The film begins in darkness in every sense of the word and follows the travails of Fausta, who has both had trauma told to her and possibly experienced it since childhood. But using magic realism and performances from Meso Americans who are not trained actors we are transported to their culture and come away with a real sense of hope.