You've got to be kidding me. When, at the end, the lady curls up into the fetal position while repeating "I want to live... I want to live" to herself (and then a superimposition of an actual fetus is laid over her body), you're going to honestly tell me that there's not a message to the viewer there?
I wouldn't go so far as to call it "propaganda", but it definitely wants you to feel a certain way about abortion.
Either way, the movie kind of sucked. There was too much stuff that went unexplained, and it was ultimately just an atmospheric experience that didn't stick to any sort of concrete plot too well.
EDIT (1 Day Later): Actually, upon further reflection, you know what? This sh!t was DEFINITELY propaganda.
Several people have expressed bemusement over the inclusion of a (probably) gay character, when that subplot never actually ended up going anywhere. At first, I thought it was just there to be there, too, but once I got to thinking about it more, I was reminded of the smug words of the religious right (the exact demagogue's name escapes me at the moment): "...lesbians are subverting the innocence of heterosexual women, and convincing them that abortion is okay only because they are jealous that they themselves can't have children."
Whatta load. Apparently, traditionalist attitudes like these are prevalent in "progressive Spain", too. And I'm just starting to believe that the hints at sapphic desire in this movie were the filmmakers' way of suggesting that the doctor doesn't appreciate "the beauty of life" because she is gay (read: evil), and wants to squelch the "most awesome power that a woman wields" because she feels insecure about her own womanliness.
Likewise, notice how every girl we see coming into the doctor's office to get an abortion is portrayed as kind of stupid and slutty? The first girl was sleeping with two guys, and wanted an abortion because she didn't know which one was the father. The second one was knocked up by a married man, and didn't want to deal with bearing his child. The protagonist got an abortion because she was impregnated by a man who ended up not being interested in her.
The souls of the aborted children, apparently, are the spectres in this film, and they come back to haunt the women who have gotten rid of them. Hence the title, La Culpa, or "Blame"/"Guilt" in English. But where does male responsibility factor into all this? In fact, I don't think there was a single male character in this entire movie. If La Culpa is to be believed, pregnancy is 100% a female's domain. Men play no part in the creation and rearing of a child, and they get to comfortably dodge the blame here by never even being present to feel any "fatherly guilt" themselves.
This movie stinks. I don't like the message at all, and I'm really insulted that there are still self-righteous *beep* out there who are content to sit on their high horses and condemn women --and ONLY women-- for acting every bit as irresponsible as the men they procreated with.
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