ever confessed in an article my penchant for black humor , very pocosescritores privilege because it is very complicated knit or weave stories that meet principal comoingrediente sarcasm and cruelty and what is absolutamentenecesario appropriate doses do not incur excess or lasuperficialidad.Fueron 'black comics' remarkable, Francisco de Quevedo, Jonathan Swift, Chamfort, including himself Dante whose sentence 'lasciateogni speranza voi che entrate' sums up this quality. But for some scholars, Maslucan of all, its unclassified and cruel blackness was the American Bierce.
Born in Ohio, within a strict Calvinist family humble ypor other large (it was the tenth child). The conditions in which they grew, overcrowding, poverty, isolation, poor education, as well as mandatory Bible reading dela, fed into it from an early age to lasreligiones fierce hatred toward his people and mankind in general, and quedefinió home as ' Home, bitterhome' (Home, bitter home).
participated in the Civil War, where elespectáculo terrible to see people killing each other intensified its ydesmoralizada sour view of humanity. It is said that exercised various trades to win her life: a worker, waiter bar, draftsman and later as articulistade several newspapers, a circumstance that enabled him to elaborate and publish susprimeros literary writings. Gradually became consolidated as a writer, becoming as recognized as another writer EdgarPoe damn, but unlike it, posterity terminóprácticamente by burial in oblivion.
Bierce, demonstrated through his writings, mostly letters enrelatos short, almost morbid predilection for the macabre and violentode human nature. As a way to exorcise his personal demons, he turned his misanthropy in separate accounts, including among others elparricidio literary misogyny and human pettiness, seasoned with unhumorismo fierce and unhealthy, gloating with satisfaction hurgauna Sanera whose sore but provided much elegance and literary expertise. Here algunasde their delirious definitions, drawn from his most important work, the 'Devil's Dictionary' :
Aboriginal s . Beings of little merit queentorpecen the floor of a newly discovered country. Soon cease to interfere, then fertilize.
Year s. previous three hundred sixty cincodesengaños.
back, s. cuerpode Part of a friend that one has the privilege of seeing in adversity
Historian, s. Gossip broad gauge.
Macho, s. Member sex negligible. Dela the male human species is generally known (for women) and gender Hombre.El Simple has two varieties: good providers and bad suppliers.
Medical, s. Someone súplicascuando we throw our sick and our dogs when we have healed.
Optimism, s. ocreencia Doctrine that everything is beautiful, including what is ugly, everything good, especially the bad, and all is well within what is wrong.
The divorciode his wife and later the death of his two sons in turbulent circumstances, ended porapesadumbrarlo and accentuate your malcarácter. At the beginning of old age that mexicanapara crossed the border to join the revolution PanchoVilla, where he disappeared forever without a trace. exclamadotiempo is said to have had back, as if sensing his legendary final "Vanish" in a civil war?, That is euthanasia! "
For others, say that I burn wishes to see that movie 'Gringo viejo' where Gregory Peck plays him as I read, superbly.
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' .
