I admit that I did not feel like going to see it. Abortion is an uncomfortable subject, the reality of which is more bearable if it remains hidden. We prefer not to talk about it, not to look at it too much. It is not pleasant to think that last year 106,000 women went to a clinic with fear and uncertainty. It is true that not all of them consider it a traumatic experience. However, it does happen to many other women. And the hardest thing is that they are increasingly silenced and written off, because in our society we don't want to think that there is a \u201cpost-abortion syndrome\u201d. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
For this reason, \u00abWounded\u00bb is a documentary that shows an uncomfortable truth and that is precisely why it is worth watching and making it known.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
There is a lot of talk about abortion as a woman's right, but what may remain afterwards is never courageously addressed: the pain, the guilt, the silence, the \u201cwhat would have been if...\u201d. That inner echo that in many women does not disappear. \u00abWounded\u00bb gives voice to that echo, the so-called \u201cpost-abortion syndrome\u201d that many try to deny.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
And it does so with exquisite tact. \u00abWounded\u00bb is not a weapon against anyone. It does not seek to point fingers, polarize or build trenches. It is pure visual and narrative delicacy. There are no accusations, there are looks. There are no speeches, there are faces. There is no propaganda, there is humanity.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Her four testimonies - three women who had abortions and one man whose partner had an abortion - are moving. They are very well chosen to show a wide variety of situations. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
The hard part is not in the images, but in the words. But, at the same time, there is something profoundly luminous in the whole story: the possibility of healing. The protagonists have found peace and reconciliation thanks to the Christian faith, which runs through the entire documentary like a thread of redemption and hope. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
I left the theater in silence. Not with the weight of sadness, but with an uneasy serenity, like someone who has seen something true and doesn't quite know what to do with that information. I thought that maybe we need to talk more about these things. Or, at least, stop hiding them.<\/p>\n\n\n\n