I’m still here - a Latin American immigrant’s daughter’s perspective

Just got back from the theater from seeing I’m Still Here. I sobbed uncontrollably the last 20 minutes of the film. I think anyone could appreciate this story and the reality of it, of course. But it was as if my ancestors were evoked. My dad came to America from El Salvador in the 1970’s not only for his Masters/PhD, but to escape the ongoing American occupation at the time. Two of his cousins disappeared after being captured, never to be seen again; same for several of his classmates.

I guess my point with this post is that this film is SO IMPORTANT. These are stories that need to be told. The cinematography, the tour de force that is Fernanda Torres (I’m pulling for her to win Best Actress now) and the raw authenticity emanating from every shot and every scene.

Sorry, I’m not as astute as some of you on here 😅 I am just so passionate about stories of strong Latin women who’ve been through hell, only to rise up and fight until their dying day. As my dad puts it, “of course they fight, it’s the only way of life they know.”

For all who haven’t seen it, I plead you keep in mind that this story is very much a reality for many families of the past, of today, and unfortunately of the future.

5/5 stars.