Letter To Verify Volunteer Hours

Something happened, Oliver. Something, after all. José Hierro said: "After all, everything has been nothing. "And something happened, Oliver, but I'm not sure what, or how, or even what we did not realize in time. Perhaps it was something to say:" Of course I love you "with vacant eyes thinking about the tickets the Fnac. Or maybe it was that completing the degree, prom and begin postgraduate studies. Or maybe sit in front of friends and casually comment, "Postmodernism ... this is the fault of postmodernism. "

Oliverio, something happened that now I write poetry is full of words like" shit "and" powder ", something happened that my poetry is not poetry or poems to control contests, but I write for me and above it, badly. Something happened that I became a cynic, the overnight, this resentment that works as a shield round, something happened that I stopped believing in Benedetti to rationalize my reading and interested in early in the semiotics and psychoanalysis, structuralism. Something happened that took years without hanging pictures on the cork of the room, I stopped studying journalism because I realized that my texts were not going to change the world. The text of one, after all, serve only to realize how it has been lodged in his own body, which is a hobby that just about everyone.

Now, Oliver, I can imagine some of my regular readers ( Lacasiopeaa , for example, I love you darling and I know that you will forgive me this post) raising his hands to his head and thinking, "What cable has been released to Aaron how can use a movie as good as "The dark side of the heart" to justify a post so blatantly perroflautil and demagogic?. " And they are right, Oliver, but let me confess that lately I is overcoming panic and solid foundation for my cynical reason, distance (a reason to actor- Brecht), turn to ashes and a nostalgia craze that deaf sweeping the streets of my utopia. Something happened, Oliver, I wanted to change the world and the world changed me from a wafer in the face, leaving only the film and theater to take shelter. What, Oliver, what to do with the shock of León de Aranoa what to do with the guitar tune of Manu Chao what to do with the insufferable voice of Paco Ibáñez ? What do you do with these castaways? How come again to madness when we already know are not useful to overcome in this ship? Who gives us back faith in the man who stole our politicians of all parties? Who gives us a truce, who Sabina brings us back to eighties, who can guarantee that we are not become a Ramoncín ? I eat

vertigo, Oliver, eat me vertigo. Something happened that one morning after a restless night of sleep, was myself.

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La Haine (Kassovitz, Mathieu, 1995)


was a potential wild Kassovitz. Really. It is incomprehensible what happened to this guy, how to turn one of the most brilliant films of European cinema of the nineties (the "La haine" as is, no doubt) to stick to constant thud, the interpretive and the direction. Come, come, do not bother me. Kassovitz, before all the girls love gothic-lolita (or similar) nice guy doing cool if-you-want-and-you-respected-before-you-take-a-bed in "Amelie" (I am always saying that someday I will speak of "Amelie" and I desquitaré to taste) and also before making good priest great that-die-for-one "noble cause" Amen "by Costa Gavras ... Kassovitz, before all this, and also before the insufferable film "Gothika" with an insufferable and Oscar-winning "Halle Berry" ... before all this, he said, Kassovitz had a unique film, juicy, truly brilliant. An outstanding film.
"Hate" has all the elements for liking the bourgeoisie: an unsettling message that can shake the room after viewing a script that does not take us for fools, some impressive performances (at your feet, Vincent Cassell, you are great) and, above all, this bizarre film patina appears to improve quality of product. It is as if the entire staff of the film before had decided to make things right. And it shows. Beyond
voices trying to point out "Hate" as a kind of prophetic film about the riots in the suburbs of Paris (an explanation is somewhat valid, but we all knew what was going on there, I Manu Chao said in the early nineties) the value cinema is undeniable. It's one of those tapes should be studied in schools (especially in English), it would have raised much more theoretical and sociologist dust, especially in Spain, where we find it frightening that are valid. Especially in Europe, in these turbulent years in which the identity fades and ends up being represented by some gentlemen in suits trying to find coherence when the real economic fault lies elsewhere, in another underground volcano that is shaped like the letter uncomfortable West .
then skidded Kassovitz disappointed us that we waiting for new voices. Maybe it was going to Hollywood and become friend of Spielberg. Maybe, who knows? Kassovitz wrong was that his career and wanted to be loved as a conventional filmmaker instead of exercising its work as an oracle of Europe. Who knows.

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Hurry, hurry (on the state of Spanish cinema)


Saura's film was cojonuda (like almost everything Saura, although I understand that there are those who do not share this view.) Saura's film was a stroke of suburbs, was the "cine kinki" whole life but with some artistic will not tarnished. It was as if, say, a somewhat tattered example, Trufautt had suddenly decided to shoot a script on the life of Heifer. And I recognize that I like Trufautt Saura, it sounds like blasphemy Monday morning.
It's a bit blasphemous, for what we deceive, but today I woke up in the spirit of blasphemy. Faster
. Even faster, time goes by and respects the tapes average urban suburbs, time passes (and weighs fans would say "Dance me water") and Spain are still practiced around the house cinemas, with better or worse luck. In Spain we invented the teen / gypsy anti-hero as a kind of homespun, with flared trousers and tapes of Chicane. Maybe if we had followed that formula fighting with humor and some mental health had not finished talking about the Civil War, as always, but perhaps we would have a English Kusturica and vile. That is not the case, of course.
Faster, until all cattle burn until they burn all budgets, until we have to use the trailers of the films homelands phrases like "I'm up to the hilt of English cinema" (audience laughs in theaters much, of course, but they will not go see the movie of yore. In addition, the trailer is projected before an American film and the room is full, of course). I see children who come with their cameras ready to roll DVCPro shorts and tell me
- Me I love movies social ...
And you have the strange feeling that the "social cinema" that tell me about them is a very good to prostitute who beats her husband (if possible, an ugly guy who drinks beer in the bar downstairs) and falls for a crippled drug addict with a good heart but you have to take a horse while trying to AIDS care for her mother (about euthanasia), which in turn has a gay brother (very nice) to kill him a beating skins . English social cinema, come on, the lifetime of God.
Faster, faster, it will not stop the circus. Each year, revenues fall and we ended up watching any film "emerging" (film Turkish, Israeli, Albanian, Franco-Prussian ...) before going to watch English movies. English cinema is not, unfortunately, "pop" but rather "laxative". Because one out of the room remembering physiologically than half the staff. Especially from writer / director, of course, a guy who lives in a flat fucking great with 800 original dvd's on the wall (a member of the SGAE, but does not know whether to confess or not) and drives a BMW but the day of the show of the Goya goes tracksuit and badges of Rosellinni. A cool guy who plans his next movie about a Republican child with leukemia who is sodomized by priests in a monastery macabre next while a wise teacher trying to instill the values \u200b\u200bof liberty is shot by a cruel fascist (ay) also beat their wives and smoke expensive cigarettes.
It is still depressing that, suddenly, when we find a English film that we really like to leave the room saying: "Notice that I liked ... and that which is English ..."