Watched the first part of the docu-series* “Morher Teresa: for the love of God?”. The format of it is fairly standard (interviews with archival flashbacks) and at first sight the film doesn’t seem to tell you anything you haven’t known before (the lack of painkillers in Mother Teresa’s charities all around the world made her religious practices quite dubious) yet observing the transgression of a young Albanian nun who sacrificed her life for the sake of the meek, poor, and deprived, who was fearless enough to walk around the worst places of mass destitution in order to seek out those who were in desperate—and immediate—need—and then didn’t provide for them any basic support (the rest is up to them: it’s all God’s work) was unsettling.
Her obsession with pain and its fetishisation looks so exquisitely morbid that it forces you to think of certain practices that even the Catholic Church for at least a century would find ambiguous if not to say controversial (flagellation as an extreme form of penance etc). “Pain would make your closer to Christ.” Or will it? Once it was supposed to be joy.
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*The current state of affairs is that I somehow can’t watch almost anything including my favourite retro-horrors or vintage art house
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