There are many films about women, religion, freedom, rebellion, and youth, and when all of this is imprinted on Saudi Arabia, its existence transcends itself.
Vajada lives in this heavily Islamic country and she dreams of having a bike that allows her to complete and chase the bets of every day with her frolicking little boy abdallah. In a world where women are forbidden to show men in plain sight, cycling is a taint to the soul for women.
The director did not try to tell the story hard, but used many details and blanks. There are a few scenes that I remember clearly, one is when the girl hangs her name with a pin on the family tree of her father, who only men can keep, and is pulled out the next day and placed at the table.
Vajda's mother constantly dressed herself up to please her father, and Vajada bought bicycles in the hope of pleasure. In the end, the father still found a second room because Vajada's mother could no longer have children and risked death to give birth to a daughter. In the end, Vajada won the competition, but the prize money was donated by the principal to the disaster area in Palestine. Her mother often took Vajada to cook in the kitchen, telling her how to follow the rules and how to please men. She also loves gossip and singing, and she also cries alone when she can't do anything, but for the sake of men she needs to hold on a little longer, giving up everything she desires and pursues.
Vajada wears canvas shoes, loves rock music, is unruly but can sing the Quran for the sake of ideals. She is not like her mother, but she is very much like a mother.
The final scene shows Vajada finding her mother on the roof, dressed in fashionable clothes, with smoke in her fingers, and the smoke drifting into the wind. Dad married another woman, and Mother used the money to buy a red dress to please Father for what she wanted to have, Vajada's happiness. Vajada got her green bike and sped down the streets as if the world were at her feet. Then the perspective switches to the distance, and Waja reaches the end of the road, to the left and right is a wider road...
I once learned that the film director was a woman who had to follow the teachings during the process of directing and could only communicate with the staff and actors on the walkie-talkie. I felt the collision of freedom and religion. I'm glad I saw such a work, and I want to introduce it to everyone. As the first film in Saudi Arabia, it gives a surreal feel.