Tuesday, November 22, 2011
Y Tu Mama Tambien
Writer: Alfonso Cuaron, Carlos Cuaron
Director: Alfonso Cuaron
Starring: Diego Luna, Gael Garcia Bernal, Ana Lopez Mercado
This movie is a road picture, following a 30-ish separated women and the two buffoons who hoodwinked her into looking for some mysterious beach.
meh. i guess this was good. i see why people like it. it could've been way worse. i guess rich little shit brats in their 20s are the same everywhere. growing up is hard. blah, blah, blah. i enjoyed the way the story was presented with the cuts in audio and the narration. i just feel like i've seen this before. the rich/poor gap was made painfully obvious. there was a large hammer on the bell in my brain. the rich are oblivious to the plight of the masses. i get it. especially in mexico. got it. my personal brush with mexican authority showed me all i will ever need to see, in all it's stereotypical truth.
This movie was in our house because of Cuaron, and you can't really dispute the at the level of direction is there. From cramped settings in cars to the beautiful vistas of rural Mexico, everything is exactly where it will provide the maximum effect. The direction of the film mirrors perfectly the elements of the story, giving us tension when called for, relaxation when necessary, and sultriness when available. The intentionally-intrusive narration was almost always a welcome respite.
This is a story that could not have been told by American cinema, because it involves sex and feelings and how neither of those things respects gender. There's always sexual tension between friends of the same gender; it just doesn't always have the opportunity (or requirement) for physical manifestation. One day, people will write of the coming-of-age of American culture, too, but I won't be around to watch that movie.
I don't know why I have so little to say about this one, but c'est la vie. I will say that I didn't really focus nearly as much on the rich/poor gap as I did on the way each of the characters had to grow up and get the fuck over themselves to move on, even if that forward motion ended in death.