"See Lai"- that's Cantonese slang for the sorts of sloppily-dressed and no longer youthful housewives we see around us everyday. Those newly middle-aged "aunties" whose husbands barely notice them, whose kids treat them merely as nannies and housemaids, and who seem to suffer from a loss of youthfulness, beauty, and passion with every passing day. Exactly when and why do these typical Hong Kong housewives, living in massive and anonymous public housing estates, stop feeling as if they are beautiful? When do they start specializing only in shopping for groceries every afternoon, hustling and bustling at the vegetable market just to get their eggs and apples a few bucks cheaper? Could the ancient and exotic art of belly dancing actually be their savior? Or will it bring about their downfall, as their husbands and their entire communities revolt against a dance that they think of as "decent" and only fit for fallen women? Director Lee Kung Kok's mirthful and sometimes heartbreaking new film, My Mother is a Belly Dancer...
