MeDotOrg wrote: ↑Tue Jul 05, 2022 4:30 pm
I am so happy you like it. It's one of my favorite movies. I grew up in LA's San Fernando Valley, which was in the process of converting from orchards to mile after mile of Ranch style tract homes. Pretty much the exact opposite of the Row house architecture.
But as you noted, the movie is about so much more. Much commentary about the movie has to do with the Jewish experience in America, but I think there is so much more to learn here that is relevant to the American experience.
He wrote the script in 3 weeks. He said it just poured out of him. I sometimes think that artists become the vessel for an idea that is bigger than themselves.
Anyway, you get it, and it warms my heart that you do.
Oh I get it alright. The rich cultural context blew me away. I never knew things like the street markets (department stores were already a feature of my childhood) but I was very aware that some folks of certain nationalities brought relatives over bit by bit and how they gathered in their own neighborhoods, their ethnic ghettos. My relatives lived in row houses in Newark. The old folks stayed and the younger folks headed to the suburbs. Just like in the movie.
As I think back to my relatives telling their stories, they never edited their language or the details for us kids. We heard it all! There may or may not have been glasses of whiskey on the table for some.

We heard their love for each other and how some of them (always the women, I'm not joking) fought (literally fought) for their loved ones. I never got
knocked into the middle of next week, but I heard stories about people who did! So I kept with the children were
seen and not heard philosophy and dared not chance it! They impressed me that my great grandmother was the center of their universe, the matriarch, and how much they respected and loved her. They were very tough people with hearts of solid gold. I have just so many good memories like that but mostly I felt that I was connected to something bigger than myself...the very same connections I think are lacking in today's world and how we've become so isolated and intolerant of each other which was the spark for this thread idea. When you live in a multigenerational household like I did for half my childhood, you learn how to get along with people. If you are fortunate enough to have contact with generations all your life, you become more understanding, I think, of people and their flaws.
I was thinking about the bloody assault scene witnessed by Michael. The closest I ever came to seeing something like that was when my grandfather came home from the bar after work (he lived with us) having gotten the crap beaten out of him, bleeding profusely from his nose and then getting a steak (we could afford steak?!?!) on his black eye. I remember the blood most of all. I think that particular bar itself is still there. There were 2 bars in my town. (My gosh, I do think I have a book inside of me to write for my children.)
But do you know what? I think of all the relatives, people, and situations I was exposed to in early childhood and I think it made me more tolerant of people and their weaknesses (what we call "issues" today), and I loved them all (even the ones that scared me a little) because they all belonged to me.
The separation of the family as they pursued the American Dream. That really just cut me. The whole movie just kind of made my heart go quiet and drew me into it, and took me back in time. But I left the film with a sense of deep appreciation and love for my own relatives, so I think that's what I'll keep with me.
