Although, curiously, the trailer is not so pernicious:
Thursday, April 15, 2010
Wax My Chest But It Breaks Out
Although, curiously, the trailer is not so pernicious:
Tuesday, April 13, 2010
Do I Have Scabies Or Fleas
After writing about five minutes of fame and talk a little about terrorism have completed the previous entry on this here. A reflection another. (The day that José María Aznar send me to see the Judge Del Olmo, tell him I was good person, I do not go as these )
Comparing the English and Irish films, both have managed to reflect the dramatic moments terrorist past, with greater or lesser degree (is less). But so far Spain has been unable or has managed to make fiction of the victims or forgiveness, at least not for the big screen (there was a TV movie called Futuro: 48 horas the murder of Miguel Angel Blanco). In the documentary The Basque Ball also spoke of casualties was not the key issue. Of course have to say that Basque pelota not received much less praise the affected (The AVT requested, unsuccessfully, to withdraw from the Festival de Cine de San Sebastian in that edition, 2003). Perhaps the closest to the Irish case at hand was a film that was also in San Sebastian in 2009, perfect happiness, but in him the victims were a secondary issue.
Why must this emptiness? Maybe it's because in Spain we have not understood the plight of the victims, perhaps it is the fear of falling into frivolity, or perhaps because it awakens little interest. But these assumptions seem disposable. And in case you make a film about victims, "who shoot, the AVT? At this point it would be advisable to highlight the words in that Xabier Arzalluz Basque pelota, distinguish one thing, victims and victims' associations . Or do not go to extremes of nationalism, affirming Iñaki Gabilondo in the same documentary: is a threatened species officers. Are near threatened professionals, and others are just as threatened and do not say much. Vale, the AVT and their surroundings arouses admiration excessive.
short, seems clear that the AVT and its acolytes still can not be subject. probably not your fault, but have struggled. Surely terrorism and its consequences are too manipulated for political power (which has done little to fix it) to address these issues without anguish. In this situation, that Spain continues to own (The Basque Ball of Medem walk in a drawer, for those who want to see it without prejudice.) Meanwhile, in Ireland, the film has already taken the side of normal and repair the damage .
PS The main picture is mine.
Movie With Singing Raisins
In Five minutes of glory (Five Minutes of Heaven) we have two characters whose lives were transformed following an attack in 1975 paramilitary group in Northern Ireland UVF (Force Ulster Volunteers) in which a young Irish Catholic is killed in the presence of his younger brother by a Protestant gunman. In the film, one is the shooter, the other is the victim. Twenty years later are faces a television p rogram trying to close old wounds the Irish conflict. Those five minutes of fame is the time it is the murderer Alistair Little (Liam Nesson) to beg forgiveness from his victim , Joe Griffen (James Nesbbit).
said at the beginning that few films that deal with the psychology of the victim. In this case I think five minutes of fame he has achieved. director has built a beautiful film, with lots of internal stress. A movie characters, unpredictable and great . I hope that the viewer, at least to me hit me, l and heating this film without a message, without courage or exceedances, a film of humans against humans, so pathetic that is.
Monday, April 12, 2010
Female Doctor Looking At Male Penis
is hard not to go to see "Shutter Island " with poor body, either by explicit morbidity, the atmosphere stifling and Goya or the lack of a script not yet solved. The mind just upset. It is true that the merits as director Martin Scorsese and post-production work make this a very beautifully crafted film. It is also true that it is the Scorsese who ridicules his work so bizarre limits.
Because the new Scorsese project of fiction very different paths wanders and sometimes dangerous . On one side is a dramatic and calculated black cinema movie, with gender archetypes: the alcoholic detective a dark past, with a visionary mind and sharp language. On the other hand, is a dip in the power of the mind, madness and paranoia . Not only in the paranoia of the characters, also in the group, one that led the U.S. to McCarthyism and the persecution and repression of communism in the context of the Cold War . Meanwhile, s and recreates an oppressive atmosphere, as their own "prison" in which the action unfolds. Even Scorsese is able to move the smell of medicines, putrefaction, death. Cinema hall turns into a dirty cell stifling.
That first part that I mentioned starts with research carried out by Leonardo DiCaprio and assistant to the escape of a prisoner in a maximum security mental hospital. With this argument Scorsese makes a great story, with glorious moments of pure cinema black. The dialogues are great, the plot is fluid research is intelligent, stimulating . Little by little they are tying ropes at all times we only know what one will see DiCaprio, as a reprint of "Chinatown " in question. Promises.
Tucked in the outcome and the narrative splits in some strabismus two ways: the psychological (the crazy) and that of the police, comfluyen badly but with marked skill. Thank God and n never gives you a direction to follow, it's your intuition that you should mark what is real or unreal. Or even, everything is a lie. But although this part of the film is well built, is much more awkward in its execution, the less credible . To make matters worse, allowed a moment of absolute pathos (not say much, but it is scene of three children and the lake) that detract from the end of the work and leave a bad taste in my mouth. It seems that c on such a good starting material, the closure has been rather sloppy .