Days prior to our interview, director Janicza Bravo fell asleep behind the wheel of her car. Shaken up by the accident, she took sometime off to recalibrate. “Today is the day,” she tells me over Zoom, “that I’ve decided to keep on living.” She laughs while saying this. Her office in Los Angeles, from what I can see, explodes with light. Behind her, a mirrored storage wall reveals what is afoot: foliage dappled with sunshine, rows of neatly labeled bins, Bravo folded into herself at a desk. She wears a boatneck striped shirt and lights a cigarette mid-sentence. Breathe in, breathe out. Looking at me, not her digital reflection, she asks: “How are you?”
Director Janicza Bravo on Zola, a Twitter Saga Gone Silver Screen
After a year’s delay, the director and co-writer debuts her much anticipated film, Zola. Devan Díaz calls her up to discuss the nuances of the tragedy, comedy and chemistry that the film takes on with gusto.