We are alone. No matter what they tell you, we women are always alone.
Major movie studios should be shaking in their boots... Netflix (and other streamers) are coming for them. For the second year in a row, Netflix has produced and marketed one of the best films of the year (for 2017 it was Mudbound by the way). Sure, it would've been nice to have seen this with an audience on the big screen, but more likely I would've been alone on a Tuesday afternoon. Not to mention taking a family of four to see a movie would pay your Netflix bill for three months. Still, just because movies are more accessible doesn't mean you shouldn't be meticulous with your choices. It pains me to see folks falling all over themselves for run-of-the-mill meme generators like Bird Box when movies like this are out there on the same platform.
With Roma Alfonso Cuaron deconstructs many of the elements that have made his films so groundbreaking (Gravity, Children of Men) and gets to the essence of central human emotion. He ditches even technicolor as he literally returns to his roots to tell a story based on his childhood that is able to capture true love, heartache, loss, and family. Roma never feels like a movie so much as it is an invitation into the life of this very specific native housemaid. I see this film as a jumping off point if you are hungering for more challenging movies. There are no car chases, superheroes, or jump scares here, just true empathy and loving cinema.
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