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
Negritas, me gustaron bastante. Itálicas, es buena.
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.
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.
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.