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DA 3: Diary of a rookie who learned accredited to the cat. Day 3

It's nice to stroll along the Gran Via de les Corts Catalanes a Sunday evening without the crowds and schizophrenia that originate on weekdays. The stillness of the streets semi-desert and the tranquility of the faces of those walking invite to take things more quiet and less hectic ... unless a few feet away from young scrum mindless furious rushed the doors of the movies Comedy eager to catch a photo or an autograph from Robert Pattinson , which coincidentally has decided to shop around Barcelona to present Water for Elephants, along with a Reese Witherspoon, of course, did not lift even half the passion that her partner. This event made me come to mind a similar one experienced this last year at the Sitges Festival, when a secondary actor par excellence vampire saga broke the madness of hundreds of young people kicking and screaming in unison. And last but not least on the other side of the avenue is a large event celebrating the day at work and claiming the end of a crisis that has us all caught by the very cataplines.

Luckily the auteur does not raise so much passion among the beardless and trade unionists and you can walk without the danger of being run over by hordes of hysterical fans. On Sunday came across another instance of good cinema, which is customary in a contest that I hope will be perpetuated for many decades. Essential Killing came harvested supported by awards in Venice and received praise at the Cannes Film Festival, especially as regards the interpretation of Vincent Gallo referred. Here he plays a fighter ("Afghan?) Who after a violent rid of those who harass, takes a hasty, instinctive flight to nowhere. Although at one time is trapped and confined again to flee their captors after a crash that left in the open, still handcuffed, in the middle of an inhospitable environment, with her bare feet and completely disoriented, while gunmen uniforms, dogs and helicopters in their efforts do not stop to capture. Halfway between Zaroff The Evil (and its zillion Human Blanco BMT that never reached the height) and the most recent Highway we have a film in which almost no dialogue (the protagonist does not open mouth and a half hour of footage) of Me. It is a piece of cinema instinctive, where all that matters is the struggle for survival coupled with the individual's own existential confusion. And Vincent Gallo looks superb in his role as convincing chased vermin that will face all kinds of risks to stay alive, if that really gets to stay ... The only but that should be put to this estimable film is the intersection of some annoying flashbacks that do not contribute anything to the story, but it is a job peccadillo which won by a landslide lights and shadows. A work as imperfect as powerful, virtuous in the visual and auditory, which put back on front row at a somewhat forgotten filmmaker. Hopefully your old age you can still keep filming, because it would be a shame.

The second dish of the day was presented by sadly now the director of the Festival of Sitges , Angel Sala . We hope that the fact of having entered the Japanese Outrage of Takeshi Kitano , it will bring more headaches than it has, there will be any retrograde accused of being responsible for displaying a film where yakuza that trying to cut a finger with a cutter. Outrage Kitano is in its essence. If the protagonist of Essential Killing articulated not imagine the good word Takeshi, to which a penetrating gaze and the eye twitch will be more than enough to lift the applause of their fans entregadísimos, including of course I am. In a "crescendo" violent drier than the roe, the director of such gems as The Summer of Kikujiro or Zatoichi narrates the gradual disintegration of a yakuza clan, with a spiral of betrayal and conspiracies that lead to a real bathroom blood. The director does not cut hair and gives us all a trail of cold blooded murder, mutilation, corpses piling harakiris and house brands, all peppered with irreverent and sardonic humor that continues to operate as ideal counterpoint in the most sadistic sequences. We could talk at length about this great película por otra parte incomprendida por un sector de la crítica que no sé qué esperan del maestro (quien a estas alturas de su carrera ya no tiene por qué demostrar nada), pero prefiero remitirme a la estupenda crítica publicada en nuestro blog el mes pasado, que suscribo punto por punto y de la que os dejo el link para que la disfrutéis:  Outrage

Permitiréis que hoy finalice mi diario felicitando a todas las madres en general y a la mía en particular, porque como dice un proverbio africano: no hay madre como la de uno mismo, y   la mano que meció my crib is worth heading in this day Sunday to give his last legs.

Bona nit!

Francisco Nieto

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