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are already several years that scholars of the most prestigious film festival in the world, are eloquent examples of his wisdom or 'modernity' to award the prizes. To stay out of Honduras, speaking the higher weight category, the Gold Palm. In my young cinephile, due to the inaccessibility of films mainly from Europe or Asia to Latin Americans suffer enclosed in mountains and other Third World multinational, little could enjoy Cannes award winners. I come to mind magnificent films as "Orpheus black ',' The Tree of Wooden Clogs', 'The Tin Drum', 'The Leopard', 'Taxi Driver', all produced before he was born, however as I view them at any time seemed stale, outdated or boring for my age.
We thought some naive or made us believe that cinema was invented to evade reality, perhaps to live in a sort of charm that lasted an hour or two, or perhaps to forget that we are alone, each the maze but in the end alone. But reality always surpasses the imagination, boredom threatens to invade and are buffeted by the infamous realistic conditions which fall into the trap of 'award at Cannes', by the hand of an executioner named auteur, calved tinged with art or pretentious intellectuals.
said that the French festival, gradually becomes A council of megalomaniacs with a nervous tic or predisposition to reward work more cryptic, exotic or extravagant take notice of this advantage swarm its halls. Recent titles to which I could access particular: 'Sex, Lies and Videotape', 'Wild Heart', 'Elephant', -oddly all belonging to directors listed or identified as 'rare' (Soderbergh, David Lynch, Gus van Sant) - are redeemable movies, but in no case can match the magnificence of those listed above, which gives much to think about the turn of the helm that has been giving the French Academy. Among some success and other nonsense was some hope. Or so he thought.
Until I found the choice of 2010, a film beginning with the title, it sounds strange, "Uncle Boonmee remember their past lives" that in order to sell it, its great promoters have stamped a gigantic bait palm logo (at least for the Latin American version). Fell little round, not naive, but given the benefit of the doubt.
Entering the film, a few minutes becomes indigestible and soporific, with points which touch the invitation for a nap together crickets. And the first questions arise: What is lyrical, the ennui of a buffalo lost in the woods? Or the long shots of the night, as dark as its argument? Or a weary pace long walks of their players? Despite the headers that hit, I forced myself to your viewing as is the protagonist of the 'Clockwork Orange ' . The lack of a narrative thread, the constant cuts and alternating between the real and the phantasmagoric world eventually overwhelm the viewer more patient and thorough. I understand the paucity of dialogue and the expression of some Southeast Asian cultures, but why what we have to endure long silences lashes?
And pinnacle rave director, the scene near the waterfall between a princess and an aquatic creature, no doubt as to the very dream that neither Breton and his Surrealist court would have happened. I thought a well known English folk expression was merely a literary invention, is to be bud.
And I do not acuséis of ignorance or cultural intolerance cinephile not giving credence to this tape infumable, I tasted as lyrical as film 'Paris, Texas "by Wim Wenders ' Dersu Uzala ' and 'Rhapsody in August' both of Kurosawa, or film as dreamlike or surreal as 'Dead man', 'Santa Sangre' Jodorowsky or 'Blue Velvet' Lynch . film I have not much knowledge, but like in football, we do not need deep knowledge of technical direction to realize where the 'play' or bakes the best films.
And among much laughter and sentimentality popping film or film metaphysical exercises author, there is a place to film this spot, whose name I do not remember, or the unpronounceable name of its director, often climax.
smoked Recommended for past threads, intellectuals and believers smug 'story of Uncle' .
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