Ted. Alfonso
Cuarón’s film Roma, which came out
about a year ago is, in part, a remembrance of the director’s childhood in the
Colonia Roma neighborhood of Mexico City. As with Lucas’ American Graffiti and Fellini’s Amacord,
one’s memories are often clouded with love. The few folks we know who saw the
film didn’t care for it. A black and white movie with subtitles is not
everyone’s cup of tea. Even worse, Cuarón set a slow pace and used long, lazy
shots. There was not a lot of action.
Judy and I loved the film
though, so it was only natural that we chose to stay in Roma while visiting the
Mexican capital. Strolling around the neighborhood, we dropped down a gear to
match the slow pace of this beautiful, tree dappled residential neighborhood.
Sure, there were some
tourists and digital nomads but mostly, we saw locals lingering in the parks
and sidewalk cafes. We heard the sounds advertising the different street vendors roaming the streets, just like in Cuarón's film; the steam whistle
of the corn and potato cart and
the penny whistle of the knife sharpener.
To an extent, Roma was a commentary on the complex relationship between servants and the served that was once common in the US and still exists in developing countries. Might that be one of the irritants leading to the current troubles in Chile and other places?
Personally, I was struck by how calm we became
in this quiet corner of a city of 21 million people. Asheville, NC, with less
than a quarter of a million residents, seemed far more hectic with wealthy new age boomers racings to their yoga classes to relax.
While sipping fresh squeezed fruit
juice at a café (grapefruit for Judy and guanabana for me), Judy flashed one of
her winning smiles at a passing transvestite who promptly spun around and sat down at
our table to chat a bit. The waiters were shocked but we waved them away and
listened to the stories of our new friend. It seemed to be the most natural
thing in the world. Neighborhoods where people actually make time to talk to
each other still exist but sometimes we just need to overcome our fears.
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