In the hotel give me a new room because on Tuesday I had gone for a fleeting Context Outside Madrid, accompanied by Teresa Ruano Soria, Antonio Ferrer and Mario Rodriguez. It was fun. Few people, very few people, but fun. Anyway, I'm so nerdy that on Wednesday I go back to Medina. I left everything here: from deodorant toothbrush through computer and books, which all made me feel a stranger in my house.
The receptionist puts a higher floor-room 401 - which is just as large but has an extra bed - "we can not remove," he says, and the bath water tastes a little like chlorine or bleach, I could not say.
A new euphoria. The usual scenario when you switch. I like the hot coffee you have to go changing it until the final cup cools. I think
nap and rest but I'm going to the auditorium to make a triple session mine. Resumo step by step:
- Citizen Negrin .- is an interesting claim the figure of Juan Negrin, president of republican government from 1937 to 1939 and in exile until 1945. One of its directors, Sigfrid Monleón, comes to present the film and qualifies Negrin as "the great twentieth-century English statesman." English cinema and its excesses. I have great sympathy for the aesthetic and legalistic Republic. Not exactly by the Popular Front or politicians, but by the Republican concept of 1931 and his fight to exhaustion against fascism and totalitarian stale. The same sympathy makes me ache propaganda. The propaganda itself killing just ideals. Negrin is not the great twentieth-century English statesman, was not even a great statesman, rather mediocre. The document itself makes clear, to this point melodramatic, weepy, which seems to give more reason to whom more tears spilled.
Negrin was a talented physician, very good family, with clear socialist ideas, in what were the 30's, which was suddenly in politics more enthusiasm than ability, took the gold in the Bank from Spain to Moscow, Stalin's hands, nothing more or less-decision, of course, is justified in the documentary, it would had they been left to France, was allowed to eat all the land in the world by the CPSU, fought without rhyme or driven by a heroic sense of life that really did not respond to logic, much less to the reason of state and ended up being betrayed by his own colleagues in exile.
Anything less a statesman, in the final. Sympathy, all wanting the directors. Determination and courage, probably. Capacity for analysis and decision logic, no. Speeches, he is not remembered. In short, not insist.
- V for Vendetta .- One of the advantages of Medina is that you can watch for free, in what is called the "camera room" which is little more than a small basement cold, fantasy films have not seen at the time. "V for Vendetta" is an example. Granted, the film is tricky, sometimes something crazy, has a political message diffuse and often contradictory ... but it looks very good, and let me enjoy being a spectator from time to time. Two hours and some film and I flew. Good pace, good actors Natalie Portman and more beautiful than ever. Film entertainment, probably because if I start thinking about what I really want to tell that I like the myth. So do not think, enjoy, and I take a hamburger at the Comic, a surreal situation that I do not feel like thinking much the same as saying before the myths.
- Short of scarcity .- Those who read this blog know of my fascination with the Catalan film and the training they receive in scarcity. Reason to return to the basement, five people at this meeting, and me six times than planned, much more after seeing the contest "The Getaway", as discussed here, and I loved it. Small
disappointment. The truth is that no short really much I just said: not in terms of originality, or risk or history. Correct, of course, but little else. Only, perhaps, the emergence of Chete Lera with Alejandro Cano, two of my weaknesses, in a short playful but too easy.
And what they want to tell you. That's it. Medina turned to look Trujillo. David Pinillos still hung from lampposts. The chill of 2011 recalled for a moment to 2009 and to reach the room I discovered that there were no voices, no, but now the enemy was within: unbearable buzz in the right ear do not know when but it can be reached to be really irritating. As if every minute just stepped out of an Arcade Fire concert.
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