Disappointing
I had been very interested in seeing this with my Peruvian wife and was greatly disappointed after viewing it together last night. A maddenly slow and incomplete film that draws out 30 minutes worth of story in an hour and a half, I really wanted to appreciate Milk of Sorrow, but I kept getting annoyed with the languid pace of the main character and entire story.
I realize this is sort of an art house wet dream, but it's also the sort of pretentiousness and constant use of allusion with the somber music that are sort of the ABC's of the art house films. Now, I don't need car explosions nor my hand held within a story, but I do need some character development, (better) context and an actual story with some connections. Instead, I get some random destroyed piano, which represents, well, I have no idea. It certainly wasn't related by the director to the story.
I did, however, enjoy the cinematography with its peak at the hills of Lima, a place that always fascinated me on my trips there. Unfortunately, I feel the film did little further regarding a place, Peru, with a number of potentially amazing stories. In the place of a great film, I feel I got the equivalent of a film student filming someone's face for an hour with the requisite fawning of the dullness by fellow film students whose main criteria appears to be making projects as inaccessible as possible.