The Netflix movie Frybread Face and Me is set in 1990. Preteen Benny is sent from San Diego to his grandmother’s ranch on the Navajo Reservation in Arizona. A fish out of water, Benny gradually comes to appreciate his grandmother’s spiritual ways, the difficulties of country living and his irascible cousin, Frybread Face.
This is an excellent movie if you are not in the mood for action, but you can appreciate subtle symbolism, good acting and sweet surprises.
As I watched it, I often thought about Drevil’s review of Genocide of the Mind and the chapter on City Indians versus Rez Indians. In Frybread Face and Me, there were many mentions of this divide.
Link to White Guilt (review of Genocide of the Mind, Chapter One)
