There are plenty of things to appreciate in this film. The jazz music and soundtrack, the banter between the two main characters, and the representation of the black community. But what really struck me was the overall message of the film.
It’s concerning how pedophilia is normalized. It’s so ingrained into the Jamaican culture to the point where people either don’t realize it or they just don’t care to identify it as an issue.
Most of the people I encounter in my life say that I look like my mother. Even I have to admit that the resemblance is uncanny. Not only in terms of looks, but I’ve also adapted her mannerism, her personality, her food preferences, and other things. However, one thing that I did not inherit from her naturally was the way she believed a young woman should behave or perform.
It was then the reality of class separation really hit me, and it wasn’t really a pleasant experience.
A review and response to Ramble Bahamas.