"We are all beautiful." "Everyone is beautiful to somebody." It's cheerful stuff. It builds the self-esteem, makes people feel valued, and spreads joy and happiness across the Internet. It's also bullcrap.
Beautiful was a word that I'd heard so many times -- flung from girl to girl in some shallow exchange of words that was rarely ever meant -- that it lost all meaning to me. Beautiful is a bound-up, broken word in a culture that matches it against thigh sizes and blemish-free skin.
For weddings, for job interviews, for first dates (or fifth dates), for the highly public rituals that comprise our lives, the expectations for women's self-presentation remains historically unchanged.
It's easy to laugh at beauty customs as being ridiculous or backwards when you're an outsider, but when you're on the inside few things can seem more important. And we're all on the inside to some extent.
Your Sister's Sister is effortlessly refreshing and enjoyable throughout. It is clear in every scene that these actors have the utmost trust in their director and are willing to be raw, fun and loose with the material.