The other day at a school assembly, pupils prepared film, argued that English cinema was garbage, that any mediocre production from the golden California, was more bearable than the whole of English cinema. Lately I hear a lot of English cinema and everyone seems a great expert in its history. Well worth it.
At current movies made in the "Spains" you can criticize a lot and overflow errors of determination, but there are filmmakers who do leave the skin in other movies is a reality. The film, like everything else in our culture today, is guilty of cronyism, of being a lapdog American because other regions of the continent, frankly us sweat, and politicking. English cinema you need is to be left alone each other, and if you have come a torrent to save him, but still making movies risky as Oscar Half because peace here and then glory .
background Another problem, not least important, is the contempt for our own culture and an apathetic interest in our identity. And when I talk about identity I mean the mainland not to that of the flag and the world championships. By addressing an idea and I never able to put on the skin of a serial murderer in Texas or wanting. By God, if even permeated European culture Leone something as truly American as was the Western. Much mamoneo see here and much talk show with the L in practice.
In Half Oscar stressed that its director Manuel Martín Cuenca bet for this project, even more, that someone produced it and co-writer Alejandro Hernández says he admires Tarkovsky (there a world where you could say Tarkovsky, without you sponsoring a telephone company or look at you like a leper) and " in stories without turning points or events, a complex and devastating uncompromising." Enough reasons that pushed me to the cinema (the film was released on March 18 and displayed in one film currently in Madrid, the Golem: Film "Cultureta" weirdos and intellectuals invested) . What is it, this is a film with high toxic doses of metaphysics, that only those who recite backwards the Critique of Pure Reason, could understand?. Not really. The argument is quite simple and the theme of incest is far from any grandstanding or cheap sentimentality. It faces a real and everyday as it should be.
Oscar is a security guard at an abandoned half saline in Almeria. It is a lonely that the only correspondence received is your subscription to Diario de Navarra. His only connection to others is a retired security guard who brought him food, a girl who only has sex and a senile grandfather locked in a nursing home. After admission to the hospital from his grandfather, the sister of Oscar again, after two years gone, Almeria.
Oscar is a security guard at an abandoned half saline in Almeria. It is a lonely that the only correspondence received is your subscription to Diario de Navarra. His only connection to others is a retired security guard who brought him food, a girl who only has sex and a senile grandfather locked in a nursing home. After admission to the hospital from his grandfather, the sister of Oscar again, after two years gone, Almeria.
risky thing, as I mentioned earlier, this film is its slow pace, too slow at times, the prominence of background noise and the total lack of music that emphasizes emotion in the viewer. Heir to the film by Jaime Rosales ( Solitude, 2007), even appears in the acknowledgments of the end credits, you see, used to realize things like this, its kind of placing the camera as a witness absent action of the characters, with static shots in which characters are developed with parsimony (sometimes excessively), in which the director tries to fuse the actors with the beauty desert of Almeria. The characters are, because they are involved with the surrounding landscape (the desert ocher Mediterranean sunrises ...) and this intention, sought by Martin Cuenca, successfully achieved although sometimes visually bored. Too many claims, the characters lack something more thrilling, sometimes gives the impression that they are puppets in the hands of the action, which never quite jell, but praise carry out the challenge of a work like this.
Stresses collaboration of Antonio de la Torre in a small role as a taxi driver, although the scene between the hero and he does not end to fit into the tone and the argument of the film, and interpretation, sober, but it helps to be involved in the life of Oscar Rodrigo Sáenz de Heredia. Veronica Echegui in the role of his sister and Denis Eyriey give the impression of walking a bit lost in the film.
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