It’s been a good day, or couple of days, depending on how you count. I started listening to music, then took a shower, listened to more music. Doesn’t matter what I listened to. The I put my DVD of Viva Zapata into the DVD player. Brando was a great actor, as were Anthony Quinn and Joseph Wiseman. Yet the star of this film is the exquisite black and white cinematography.
I feel as if I could stay up all night and watch movies. So many films, too many to list.
I’m watching Zapata! and I suddenly want a sombrero. This is an Elia Kazan film, one of many great ones And I am going to buy tortillas when the grocery store opens,along with fresh cilantro, limes and avocados.
I am tired, however, I should go to bed. I shall pause the film.They are speaking English, John Steinbeck’s words.
One last thought:
Will the pain of Mexico ever end?
Dispatches From Dystopia 
Ah lovely times. I remeber the first time i was in Mexico it was the day of the dead. Advocadus and tequilia. Great movie Viva Zapata.
looking forward to good days and returning to Mexico
Have a great day and rest f week
Thank you
I feel about books as you do movies—so many to read, not enough time.
On movies, I enjoy the old black-and-whites also; the starkness lends a certain ambiance to a lot of films. Not that I don’t enjoy color, I do. My husband’s and my taste in movies don’t overlap very much, though. He likes movies in the vein of The Bridges of Madison County, while I favor something along the lines of The Revenant or Alien. Go figure…
I haven’t seen a “new” movie in decades I think. Going to a theatre is like going to Paris, a dream . I remember going to the Loew’s Theatre as a boy, watching James Bond movies, or McClintock!. The features I don’t remember, but the coming attractions were a passionate salute to 60’s eroticism. There were buxom Italian actresses frolicking in the grass vermillion low cut evening gowns that flaunted their most exquisite cleavage. I remember watching newsreel footage of 1964 Alaska Earthquake. Anchorage, I think was in ruins, but it could have been Fairbanks.
The movies! The fantasies play best in darkened rooms on big screens.
Lots of memories. Thanks for stopping by and sharing.