oh my god.
I’m currently crying while walking out of the Prado Stadium theater, I decided its best to stop and put these thoughts and unknown emotions down. I knew to expect greatness from Jenkins’ If Beale Street Could Talk film adaptation but I wasn’t expecting this. I haven’t experienced this flood of warmth and love and anguish and sorrow in a very long time. Watching two people fall in love. Two black people fall in love. Watching two people…
At the end of Y Tu Mamá También, Luisa dives past the waves in the ocean and comes up floating in the deeper sea. “La vida es como la espuma, por eso hay que darse como el mar,” (life is like the surf, so give yourself away like the sea) is narrated as she does exactly that… Cuarón is careful to point out that this “beautiful” country as Luisa calls it not only excudes life, but also death.