Synopsis
Each time Tazbah, a young professional woman gets into a ride-share car she takes on the unexpected role of becoming a free history teacher as her drivers struggle to pronounce her name.
Directed by Tazbah Chavez
Each time Tazbah, a young professional woman gets into a ride-share car she takes on the unexpected role of becoming a free history teacher as her drivers struggle to pronounce her name.
I watched this short film because Taika Waititi helped produce it, and I’m really glad I did. This is beautiful and moving.
really really glad i took the time to watch this. short, but got its strong message across beautifully. i need more native stories on film, im fucking tired of the white savior allegorical avatar bullshit.
Tazbah Chavez's handsomely mounted debut short film acts in part, appropriately, as an introduction to issues on indigenous activism and issues today. Of particular note, as emphasized by the film, that indigenous people, much like any other marginalized populace, act as educators at times by merely existing and sharing their experiences. It frequently uses direct asides to the audience to hone in on this point, labeling the different kinds of conversations as specific class topics, both for comedy and for articulating how stock they must be. Allison Anderson's cinematography does a good job emulating the faux-Malick aesthetics at play throughout the short, from the sweeping pastoral tracking shots to the desaturated and cold cityscapes. If nothing else, this short certainly shows promise and ambition from Chavez, and I eagerly await to see what she does next.
This is the most upper-middle class version of anti-colonialism I have ever seen. God, it takes a lot to make me dislike any film that's message is anti-English language dominance or anti-colonialism, but this is so bad.
All of the taxi drivers are exaggerated stereotypes of ignorance, but the Indian guy in particular actually felt like it verged on being racist in itself? Ugh.