I watched Traffic again last night, and it is, by the way, my new number one movie. It talks about drug trafficking between the U.S. and Mexico. It also shows us how the 'traffic' affects so many lives, especially that of the youth. We also witness corruption that in a way strenghten the 'traffic'.
Somewhere in the middle part of the film, we see Javier Rodriguez (played by the great Benicio Del Toro), a police officer in Mexico, talking with two agents from the U.S on how they can work to eliminate the 'traffic between the two countries. One of the agents tells Rodriguez that they pay for the information he can provide them, and asks if it is what he wanted, the money. Rodriguez asks them then if they like baseball, which they both say yes to. "We need lights for the parks, so kids can play at night. So they can play baseball. So they don't become burros para los malones. Everyone likes baseball. Everyone likes parks," he then said. And in the last shot of the film, we see kids playing baseball. Then we hear applause. There is Rodriguez, among others who are watching the game, clapping. He seems content, happy. In his point of view, we see, again, the kids playing baseball in the field, with lights. It may seem just an ordinary shot for others, but not for me. It is so beautiful it makes me cry.
And with that alone, the movie has shown it all. If God has seen that scene, He would have been very proud he might cry.
in·con·sis·ten·cy (ĭn'kən-sĭs'tən-sē)
n., pl. -cies.
1. The state or quality of being inconsistent.
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