Alfonso Cuarón
Alfonso Cuarón Orozco, born November 28, 1961, in Mexico City, always had his head in the clouds—wanted to be a director or maybe even an astronaut (because why not, right?). He finally got his first camera at twelve and instantly became that kid who’d shoot anything that moved, forcing everyone around to sit through his “screenings.” In his teens, he was sneaking out to the movies, telling his mom he was at a friend’s house. The dude was obsessed, trying to hit every cinema in the city. Right near his house, there were two big studios, so you know he was always lurking around them.
After school, he aimed for film school at C.C.C. but got shot down since he was too young. His mom wasn’t thrilled about the whole movie thing, so he juggled philosophy classes in the morning and film studies in the afternoon at C.U.E.C. That’s where he met his crew—Luis Estrada, Carlos Marcovich, and Emmanuel Lubezki. They got into some drama with a short film in English (scandalous, apparently), and Cuarón ended up getting kicked out in '85.
Life didn’t exactly go to plan after that. He worked at a museum to pay the bills, but then got a chance to work as a cable guy on a film, which basically saved him. From there, he worked his way up: assistant director gigs, second unit director, co-writing and directing TV episodes. Eventually, he and his brother wrote “Sólo con tu pareja,” and after a bunch of headaches, the film finally got made and became a big hit. Suddenly, Hollywood was calling, and though the first project fizzled, he landed in LA, broke but determined—soon getting his first US directing job. And that’s how he broke in.