There’s an alluring yet overpowering spell to Alfonso Cuaron’s “Roma” that I can’t quite place my finger on. Maybe it’s because the film feels like a beautiful memory of Cuaron’s upbringing in Mexico City, recalled with perfect clarity and abundant detail that we’ve come to expect from a master storyteller. Maybe it’s because of the subtle lingering class divide and ensuing political turmoil juxtaposed with the struggles of a maid taking care of a wealthy family while contemplating a family of her own. Or maybe it’s the tender yet brutally honest depiction of a world that happened in Cuaron’s memories to make a cinematic treasure that should never be overlooked.
Final Grade: A