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| At the Fountain Theater, Mesilla, New Mexico. November 2016. |
Actually, the movie happened in The Fountain Theater in Mesilla, New Mexico. But because I came up to see the movie from El Paso and my movie seat neighbors also lived in El Paso, I'm claiming this post for El Paso.
The movie, The Lamb, took me back to Ethiopia. I can't look at the trailer without sighing. In nostalgia at my time there; in sadness for the movie's protagonist, the beauty of the country, the tenderness of the boy toward his lamb, the little shepherdess; the pathos of the young woman.
I didn't think about it til just now re-watching the trailer and considering the blast of sexism that blew my way in the theater, that the movie's themes include sexism contra women and men. Not to mention the interconnectedness of Ethiopia's Orthodox Christian, Muslim, and Jewish populations.
So about the movie: I recommend it.
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| Fountain Theater, Mesilla, New Mexico. November 2016. |
The theater is an historic one, lovingly tended to by volunteers, screening films that the mainstream movie theaters might not offer.
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| Fountain Theater, Mesilla, New Mexico. November 2016. |
My seat neighbors were a husband and wife who live in El Paso. Congenial, engaging to chat with. The husband is an attorney. Not relevant under normal circumstances, but ....
I shared with them my recent visit to the Kentucky Club in Juárez, how back in the day, only men (per my understanding) were allowed in.
Mr. Husband allowed as how Mexican law now requires that women be admitted to bars, even to private clubs that used to be the sacrosanct dens for those with affluence and influence of the male persuasion.
The Mrs and I chuckled mildly about the bad old days when women were shut out of back-room and golf-course business deals, and then Mr. Husband said something like: "Oh, but we made sure that women who came to our club wouldn't stay long. We would say things and do things that would intimidate them into leaving. We showed them what was what." Hohohohoho.
The Mrs. allowed as how men needed their space and how there was never anything interesting going on in those men's clubs anyway.
I'd like to say that I whipped out my
bumper sticker ... but I didn't. I took the easy way out and just smiled weakly.
And wrote about it here.
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