The Explanation
(for those who require one)

And, of course, that is what all of this is -- all of this: the one song, ever changing, ever reincarnated, that speaks somehow from and to and for that which is ineffable within us and without us, that is both prayer and deliverance, folly and wisdom, that inspires us to dance or smile or simply to go on, senselessly, incomprehensibly, beatifically, in the face of mortality and the truth that our lives are more ill-writ, ill-rhymed and fleeting than any song, except perhaps those songs -- that song, endlesly reincarnated -- born of that truth, be it the moon and June of that truth, or the wordless blue moan, or the rotgut or the elegant poetry of it. That nameless black-hulled ship of Ulysses, that long black train, that Terraplane, that mystery train, that Rocket '88', that Buick 6 -- same journey, same miracle, same end and endlessness."
-- Nick Tosches, Where Dead Voices Gather

El Cine Del Oro #25

Los de Abajo (The Underdogs)
(Chano Urueta, 1940)


Vanwall said...

I don't think Hollywood could ever have released as many "revolutionary" themed movies as the Mexican Golden Age. The Mexican films routinely tweaked the nose of the various ruling groups, implying that they had sold out the campesinos and their asperations - sometimes with subtlety, even. ;-) It was sometimes like watching a foriegn Wobbly broadside, and the obvious parallels of the Army and its intentions towards the poor and the transparent machinations of the Good Ol' USA in Mexican politics, or the perception of them - which was actually more damaging, was quite evident in the way the Mexican government was often portrayed. "Viva la revolucion!"

swac said...

No wonder Bunuel thrived there.