Lacho Drom (1993)

Years ago, when my friend Julie Marr was programming the Ridge Theatre (when there was a Ridge Theatre), she told me to come see a film they were showing, a film she had seen first on VHS but did not think much of, until she booked a film print and saw it on the big screen, where it came alive.

The film is called Lacho Drom (1993) and is about the passage of the Romani people and their music, from India to the British Isles.

The clip above is my favourite scene in the film, the one that makes me weepy. Where are the mother and son going? Or are they waiting for someone? Why is the mother so sad, and why does her son love her so much?