THAT’LL BE THE DAY
by Anaïs Escobar
If my grandmother gave me musicals, my mother 1930s screwball comedies, and my father 80s action movies, then my grandfather gave me westerns.
He would let me climb up on his lap and we’d watch John Wayne movies, Bonanza, or spaghetti westerns on…
I really like this essay—it manages to encapsulate the theme of the film inside of a compassionate, yet complicated story of family. Anais’ interactions with her grandpa remind me a lot of my own miscommunications with my grandparents, and their son (my dad). That, and pretty much any still from the final shot of The Searchers will instantly make me teary-eyed.