Películas de Noviembre

Noviembre. Interesante Muestra Internacional de Cine en la Cineteca Nacional, aunque sólo vi 3 películas... Varios estrenos en otros cines, aunque sólo vi 2. Pero estuvo bien: música, videojuegos, sangre, Woody Allen y John Keats.

1. No one knows about persian cats
2. Planet Terror
3. Scott Pilgrim vs the World
4. Bright Star
5. You'll Meet a Tall Dark Stranger
6. Changeling
7. Cyrus

Negritas, me gustaron bastante. Itálicas, es buena.


Nadie sabe nada de gatos persas.

Nadie sabe nada de la música underground en Irán. Nadie sabe nada de la censura. Nadie sabe nada de los gritos desesperados. Nadie sabe nada de gatos persas.

Críticas malas y buenas, más malas que buenas creo, ha recibido esta película de Bahman Ghobadi (Las tortugas pueden volar) que mezclando realidad y ficción a manera de semidocumental, retrata los problemas con los que una banda tiene que lidiar para salir de Teherán. Dicen los conocedores que es una pobre embarrada de la situación. Digo yo que es una interesante muestra de la música underground iraní: varios géneros, diferentes personas, misma realidad.

Dejo aquí el soundtrack.
Y aquí el trailer:


At the Bottom of Everything

So there was this woman and
she was, uh, on an airplane and
she's flying to meet her fiancé
sailing high above the... the largest ocean
on planet earth and she was seated
next to this man who, you know
she had tried to start conversations
an really... really the only thing
she heard him say was to order his bloody mary
and she's sitting there and she's reading
this really arduous magazine article about a
third world country that she couldn't
even pronounce the... the name of and
she's feeling very bored and very despondent
and... and then, uh, suddenly there's this huge mechanical failure and one of the... the engines gave out
and they started just falling... and... thirty thousand feet
and the pilot's on the microphone and he's saying,
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Oh My God, I'm Sorry"
and apologizing and she looks at the man and she... and she says,
"Where are we going?" and he looks at her and he says,
"We're going to a party, it... it's a birthday party.
It's your birthday party, happy birthday darling.
We love you very, very, very, very, very, very, very much."
And then, uh, he starts humming this little tune and... and, uh, it kind of goes like this, it's kinda:

One, Two, One, Two, Three, Four
We must talk in every telephone, get eaten off the web
We must rip out all the epilogues from the books we have read
And to the face of every criminal strapped firmly to a chair
We must stare, we must stare, we must stare.

We must take all of the medicines too expensive now to sell
Set fire to the preacher who is promising us hell
And in the ear of every anarchist that sleeps but doesn't dream
We must sing, we must sing, we must sing.

And it'll go like this, alright
While my mother waters plants my father loads his gun.
He says, "Death will give us back to God,
just like the setting sun
is returned to the lonesome ocean."

And then they splashed into the deep blue sea.
(Oh,)It was a wonderful splash.

We must blend into the choir, sing as static with the whole,
We must memorize nine numbers and deny we have a soul,
And to this endless race for property and privilege to be won
We must run, we must run, we must run.

We must hang up in the belfry where the bats in moonlight laugh
We must stare into a crystal ball and only see the past
And (in)to the caverns of tomorrow with just our flashlights and our love
We must plunge, we must plunge, we must plunge.

And then we'll get down there,
way down to the very bottom of everything
and then we'll see it, oh we'll see it, we'll see it, we'll see it.

Oh my morning's coming back
The whole world's waking up
Oh the city bus is swimming past.
I'm happy just because
I found out I am really no one.

I'm Wide Awake it's Morning


A Paradox With Flies.

These solemn words whispered in a haze
Could you even see me standing there
All wrapped up in insecurities that
Won't stop spilling out all over me

And in your eyes I see so much more
Than that place you always go back to
You can pull yourself away from
That face that constantly haunts you

A graceful approach that you carry on
And carry yourself in such a way
That could never be recreated

And in your eyes I see so much more
Than that place you always go back to
You can pull yourself away from
That face that constantly haunts you

We're in too deep, go back to sleep
If this feels to synthetic then its all be a dream
Calling on our contracts
Controlled contained under pressure

So fall forward into me and let it all pour out
You owe this to yourself, and theres only one way out

So rest your head and close your eyes
Just one more step till we're over the edge

A Paradox With Flies
Darkest Hour
Deliver Us


The First Days of Spring.

No es el video de una canción, es el video de un disco. Cuarenta y siete minutos de Noah and the Whale con imágenes. La película del disco o el disco de la película, no soundtrack, sólo The First Days of Spring Film.

The First Days of Spring - A Film By Noah And The Whale from charlie fink on Vimeo.