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Diego & Monique

September 19, 2008

Last night we went to see a free movie.  The Historical Archive at the UdeG was showing a movie called “Un Retrato de Diego Rivera” or a Portrait of Diego Rivera directed by Diego Lopez Rivera and Gabriel Figueroa. 

The story behind the movie is really the big deal about this documentary.  Manuel Álvarez Bravo (1902-2002) was a well known photographer in the 1940s and he was also friends with Rivera and Gabriel Figueroa (father), he shot about 40 minutes of film of Diego Rivera but never completed the project.  Cans of film of Rivera were found during the process of cataloging the photographic archives of Gabriel Figueroa (1907-1997) after his death.

Rivera’s grandson, Lopez Rivera, was involved in the project and together with Figueroa (son) they finished the film.  This documentary was released last year. 

There are amazing shots of Rivera sketching in marketplaces, watching people haul calla lilies, paiting while Dolores del Rio poses, and other famous Rivera paintings come to life.  All the film shot of Rivera is in color, but without sound.  I loved the scenes of Rivera sketching women in the marketplace while groups of men silently stand behind him, watching.

It was fascinating to watch Rivera.  It is rather shocking to see someone move who has always been a still photo or a painting.

After the movie we walked over to a cafe recommended by Adolfo’s mother.  Monique is what would happen if you had a Jewish great-aunt, who turned her living room into a restaurant.  Although Monique’s is known for the coffee (which was very good) and the cake (which was also good), I was SHOCKED to see corned beef and pastrami sandwiches on the menu.  I haven’t had corned beef since we left the states.

To complement the atmosphere, there was a little old man playing piano behind us for most of our meal.  He even fulfilled the request of one diner to play “Noche y Dia”.  As I hummed along to “Night and Day, you are the one….” while munching on my corned beef sandwich, I was transported somewhere far, far away from Guadalajara.  (Although, I’m not exactly sure where! Perhaps it was a Fred & Ginger movie.)

I really liked the place, but Adolfo had the sensation of being a small child in the living room of a great-aunt who wanted to have long visits with his parents, and all he wanted to do was escape.

Monique is on Av. Union #410 in the Colonia Americana.