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Lady Hawk - The Flawed Protector of Easttown

 


Kate Winslet as Mare Sheehan in 'Mare of Easttown' gives us the perfect portrayal of middle aged woman that we have been wanting for so long. Instead of giving us the sexualized, all perfect, extremely talented and beautiful typical heroine, we have Mare who is shown as a normal human being, flawed, at times selfish, unglamorous with a bulgy belly.


As humans, we are not perfect, we are flawed at certain ways. Similarly Mare do not have a perfect relationship with everyone around her. She doesn't try to  work on it just in the fear of facing it. We listen people constantly reminding us "to face our demons" , but that's not easy as heard. We all are afraid to the core of reliving all the past, the traumas, the unsaid words, the mistakes, the happy moments. Mare is one of us. It requires a lot of time and courage to face our fears after several failed confrontations like Mare. She is expected by everyone to fulfill her duties as a mother, daughter,wife and friend. But she fails in everything. She deviates from all her fears and flaws and hides behind the badge of the detective and works until the case is solved. 


We are all selfish at certain levels, there maybe selfless people, but majority of us act selfishly sometimes. Mare is someone just like us who does things for her selfish needs. Sometimes we may feel angry at Mare for not being a righteous heroine of the mainstream movies, but when the show ends we realise the fact that Mare is a normal woman just like many of us. Every time people expect her to be perfect and everytime she screws up. Her unprocessed grief, her frustrations, coldness towards others emotions - everything just dismantles the concept of the perfect heroine we usually get. Through the perfect portrayal of Mare Sheehan, a physically and mentally weak middle-aged detective, Kate Winslet says loudly to the world that " Doing something great is overrated. 'Cause then people expect that from you all the time. What they don't realize is that you're just as screwed up as they are "

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