There’s an odd moment of calm in the opening stretches of Linh Duong’s debut feature, Don’t Cry Butterfly (Mưa trên cánh bướm), as the heroine, Tam, dances alone as if enraptured by the music flooding in from the open air aerobics going on in the square downstairs. The Vietnamese cover of ‘90s dance hit Smile by a band also called Butterfly maintains its distinctive “find my samurai” chorus in English though its vision of idealised masculinity couldn’t be further from the reality of Tam’s laconic and apparently unfaithful husband Thanh who utters precisely one line and only at the film’s conclusion which seems to take place in a possibly imaginary past.
The irony is that Tam works as a wedding planner. We see her shepherd a couple through rehearsal with business-like efficiency, as they were on some kind of conveyor belt to be rushed in and out as quickly as possible. But for all that the wedding is display of untold extravagance that stands in stark contrast to the reality of Tam’s marriage. Even so, many of the attendees apparently to do not show up because the couple have scheduled their nuptials on an auspicious day which also happens to be that of the cup final. Auspicious it is not for Tam who is passed a phone by her 20-something-daughter Ha revealing Thanh at the football with another woman. In a meta touch, the commentator seems to narrate her discovery while photos soon go viral among her friendship group adding to the sense of displacement and humiliation that eventually send her to a soothsayer for a black magic cure to bring her husband’s affections back to her.
Ha doesn’t understand her mother’s calmness, why she hasn’t thrown Thanh out or raised hell, but also perhaps does not feel the same sense of failure and despair resulting from the end of a marriage as a woman of her mother’s generation might. Though the other women joke about cutting Thanh’s bits off, they too put up with cheating husbands and the onus is on the woman to change and recapture her husband’s love as if she were somehow at fault for losing it. One of the videos Tam watches online features a middle-aged woman who claims to have reformed herself after her husband’s infidelity insisting that it was her fault for letting herself go but now she’s lost weight and dresses more youthfully so her marriage is repaired. Tam goes the black magic route instead but is tempted by memories of a fantasy romance from the past with her college crush though he ultimately turns out to be a loyal husband to a woman none of them liked.
The slow drip of poison into her life is manifested by a leak in the ceiling and its surrounding mould which only women can see. Another woman knocks on her door with some irritation and asks if she has a leak too, dragging the landlord who declares himself oblivious unable to see the obvious problems of their society because of course he’s a man so everything seems just fine to him. Eventually he sends some anti-mould paint to placate them, leaving Tam and Ha to apply it though it does little to cover up their mounting unhappiness and despair. Ha, fearing that her parents always wanted a boy, wants to go abroad and is intent on taking her best friend from across the way with her but as in her parents marriage never really thought to ask him if actually wanted to go. Trong seems to have a number of abandonment issues seeing as his mother left choosing to pursue her desires to become a dancer rather be trapped by conventional domesticity.
In the final and increasingly surreal stretches of the film it becomes clear that the women are drowning amid the floods of a patriarchal culture, no different from the fish in Thanh’s tank that he randomly buries in their houseplants and then simply replaces when they die. As the soothsayer had told her, Tam does indeed live a thankless life in which all her efforts are on the behalf of others leaving nothing for herself while slow poisoned by the mould in her ceiling that eventually threatens to consume her whole or else suck her back to time that at least seemed happier but in retrospect may not have been even at its most idealised.
Don’t Cry, Butterfly screened as part of this year’s BFI London Film Festival
Original trailer (English subtitles)
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