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…found out there.

“Say ‘What’ Again” by Jarratt Moody. A brilliant reinterpretation of one of “Pulp Fiction”’s most memorable scenes:

I missed “21 Grams” but loved “Amores Perros”. From the rather poor current catalogue of films I had to pick the new film by Alejandro González Iñárritu. (Which one if not that one? “Night at the Museum”? You must be joking).

Now, people like me, who can’t help diving too deeply into films and end up loving almost every piece of cinema as long as it’s able to alter our state of mind, people like me should never write about a film in the heat of the moment. Because when the main characters utter the last mighty sentence of their epilogue and that powerful close-up slowly becomes a long traveling, when the image fades to emptiness again and the whole meaning of the story dawns on your mind, when the last chord of strings gently vanishes inevitably taking you down to the ground of a random cinema in a random city, when the end titles start pulsing on the screen… then it always takes quite a long while for people like me to recover and come back to Earth. We would happily ban any talking or gesture inside the auditorium. No communication until everyone is outside of the cinema again and become fully aware that it was fiction, realize that they need to wait for the bloody bus in the cold and remember that such suggestive soundtrack never pops up in their lives automatically as it does on the screen (shame!). Switching back from art to life needs some graduality and care, as scuba divers need slow decompression before putting their feet on dry land again.

Having said that, I hereby resign myself to never being a good film critic.

And having said that as a disclaimer, I must say that I pretty liked “Babel”.

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La mayoría de mis fines de semana son bastante parecidos entre sí. El último fin de semana fue de los otros.

Trabajé un sábado por primera vez en el medio año que llevo en esta empresa, y lo extraño es que no me importó (¿es grave, doctor?). Por la noche, unos amigos y yo teníamos un plan que no prometía demasiado, y sin embargo se nos hizo tarde en un local del Soho que no conocíamos, con música en directo, riéndonos mucho y haciendo el payaso. La mañana siguiente no estuvo tampoco falta de sorpresas ni de emociones.

Después del domingo, la vuelta al ritmo apresurado de trabajo (estamos en la cuenta atrás para el lanzamiento de nuestro software) me tiene un poco agobiado. Esta noche, cuando salí de la oficina sentía que no podía volver a casa directamente; necesitaba hacer algo distinto. Entre la música y el cine, que son mis dos analgésicos habituales, opté por el cine.

He visto Scenes of a sexual nature.

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