SF in Film
I found Jonathan Kiefer’s article on how San Francisco has been depicted really clever.
Even though I have been in SF for almost a year, I am only beginning to know it. I heard once that cities are like people: they have distinct personalities that require time to uncover. Some you think you know right away, maybe because the connection is strong or you have things in common, but others remain mysteries for a while.
I didn’t connect to the city instantly. I liked it enough — especially the funky cafes and constant chatter about politics, music and more — but I didn’t fall madly in love as I had with Manhattan (where I lived just before). There was the weather problem, which I can moan non-stop about, but also a chilliness in the people I met. Not that people aren’t nice, they just seemed uninviting. In New York you could start chatting with someone on the subway and, ten minutes later, have their business card and a lunch date. Not so in SF.
As time goes on, and as I find my community, I am developing a strong affection for this city. I am learning that things don’t come easily here; there is a harshness and cynicism that is glossed over by pretty houses and great restaurants. But it has a characteristic I really love: even though the city doesn’t hand you anything, once you find what you want whole different neighborhoods, activities and people start to reveal themselves. It may be too soon to tell, but it strikes me that SF could be the kind of friend that you can never grow bored with as there is always something else to know.
When Kiefer talks about the city’s fog being a deeper metaphor, he is really on to something.