The film takes place in New Mexico, and is presented from
the point of view of Esperanza (Rosaura Revueltas), the wife of a miner. Her
voice is the film’s voice, with some narration at the beginning and at certain
points throughout the film. At the beginning, she shows us her small town and
her home. “The house is not ours, but the
flowers, the flowers are ours,” she tells us. The dreary and bleak feel of
the area is aided by the film being shot in black and white. Esperanza is
pregnant, and in a moment of weakness wishes that her child – her third – wouldn’t
be born into this world. There is some friction between her and her husband,
Ramon (Juan Chacon), as well. She tells him, “I think of myself because you never think of me.”
Conditions at the mine are unsafe, and the workers warn
the bosses of the potential of serious accidents, but their words fall on deaf
ears. A siren indicating an accident in the mine brings the entire town rushing
over, showing how their lives and livelihoods are so closely connected to the
mine, to the work. Everything stops when the alarm sounds. The bosses are still
unsympathetic to the workers’ plight, and one of them tells them to get back to
work, saying, “Accidents are costly to
everyone, and to the company most of all.” That prompts the strike.
While there is the obvious divide between the owners of
the mine and the workers, there is also interestingly a divide between the men
and the women. There is sexism among even those who are striking, with the men
initially rejecting help from the women. There is a powerful sequence cutting
back and forth between Ramon and Esperanza, both in pain, Ramon being beaten by
white policemen while handcuffed, Esperanza going into labor. For though the
film is about a strike and equality for workers, at the heart of it is a
relationship between a husband and wife. The film does have some lighter, humorous moments, as
when the men are gathered to play cards, and the women are in the other room.
One woman says: “Are we going to let them
play poker all night? I want to dance.” Another woman asks her, “With whose husband?” “With any of them, even my own,” she
answers.
Salt Of The Earth
is a film worth watching now, when we have a racist prick occupying the White
House, a bastard who has said that all Mexicans are rapists and drug dealers, a
mendacious bully who has bragged about sexually assaulting women. It is sad how
some things just haven’t changed. Salt Of
The Earth was released on DVD on September 11, 2014 through The Film
Detective as part of the Restored Classics series.
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