Synopsis
There are periods in history that scar societies and moments in life that transform us as individuals.
In 1970s Mexico City, two domestic workers help a mother of four while her husband is away for an extended period of time.
Directed by Alfonso Cuarón
In 1970s Mexico City, two domestic workers help a mother of four while her husband is away for an extended period of time.
Рома, ROMA ローマ, ROMA/ローマ, ローマ, Рим, 로마, Ρόμα, 羅馬, 罗马, רומא, ROMA, რომა, ROMA/ローマ, โรม่า
alfonso cuaron before writing roma: i guess i mens rights
alfonso cuaron 2 pages into writing: mens rights to shut the fuck up!
It’s been awhile since a film has left me completely speechless. Like, the kind of speechless where I was so overwhelmed that it wasn’t until my walk home that I started breaking down. It’s been awhile since I got lost in a film completely and forgot about literally everything in the most beautiful way possible. It’s been awhile since I watched something special and one of a kind, something that makes me depressed to think I’ll never see it for the first time again. I’m gonna be talking about this film for awhile. I can’t even begin to scratch the surface of how much I loved it.
Believe the hype. It’s a fucking masterpiece.
As I wrote on twitter: The precision in Cuarón’s craft is quite honestly overwhelming. I think I had a minor anxiety attack while watching it. And seeing the movie theater shot in a movie theater was otherworldly.
One of my faves of the year. I'll be seeing again on the big screen in Van City.
Alfonso Cuarón didn't release this beautiful film in in theaters just so Bohemian Rhapsody could be played in the theater next to it and rudely play Queen over EVERY EMOTIONAL SCENE
TIRED: cutting together the leftover scraps of Orson Welles’ unfinished final film.
WIRED: bringing Federico Fellini back from the dead.
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So many choices are the wrong choices in Roma:
If this is about Cleo, why is the spectator almost entirely left in the dark as to her existence beyond the physical? There is no emphasis of her connection to the family except in her own internal turmoil and misery and how the family exists without her, which Alfonso Cuarón blankets in the status of the higher class and their eventual generosity. Yuck.
If this is to be a film regarding memory, and the visceral presence of memories, why is Cuarón so adamant about not applying a specificity to the images, and letting it all play out without ownership? At so many moments, Roma is entirely aimless, with little to…
I WAS NOT EMOTIONALLY PREPARED FOR THIS MOVIEEEEEEEE
(Also, Everyone telling you this needs to be seen in a theater is leaving out the fact that if you see it at home then you don’t have to deal with strangers watching you sob uncontrollably.)
CIFF 2018: film #3
“it sounds like this. and smells the same”
completely breathtaking from the first frame to the last. the little in between moments of every day life make this what it is. a film almost full of those moments, and i could watch hours more of them. rain as seen through a window, water dripping into the kitchen sink, and waves thunderously crashing on the beach. a whole film drenched in perpetual wonder, even in it’s darkest moments
and this clearly goes without saying, but the photography in this is absolutely gorgeous. so often i found myself wishing i had an extra set of eyes to catch everything that was happening on screen at once. the black…
i have lots of thoughts on the cinematography and the attention to detail and craft in this script and how interested i am in this POV and what that means as someone who’s family comes from a world not unlike this but it will never beat the white lady behind me who immediately said “foreign movies are so obsessed with sadness, huh?”
Avoided this one for as long as I could because I saw The Discourse very early on and didn't feel much like jumping into those waters. Anyway, as I predicted, I ended up somewhere in the middle on this. I think a lot of outright hatred is pretty ungenerous and the glowing praise strangely uncritical. I do have to agree that there's something a bit icky about how Cuarón chooses to depict this story as One Perfect Shot roller coaster cinema; a fetishistic nostalgia simulation that invites you to "ooh" and "awe" his craft even while he cynically shows you the most intimate pain of a real person he can't help but keep at a distance, more concerned about photographic…