the second day in the life of a festival is usually that of the calm after the storm. After the euphoria experienced the previous day due to the novelty and consumed the early hours of footage every family begins to reduce the capacity and consequently, the level of palpitations gradually diminishes. What I especially appreciated the power has been sufficient time so that before a tasty meal, could comfortably read the Festival program, which for some is what the organizers curran. At the box office and press people are beginning to ring my face and I've even allowed the luxury of occupying the same seat where I was last night lounging. Critics are animals (customs) and you have to mark territory from day one. With the safety of the driver that you can remove your L seek this place has become our vantage point one has to dare to conquer all week. Unless, of course, that a pilgrim soul begins to spread everywhere, bags, umbrellas, jackets, backpacks and other personal items to save room for all his troupe, who usually present in the audience just as the last sounds ringing in the knowledge that his keeper on duty and they have reserved the best rooms.
double session today Saturday I set out and promised a lot. And then the expectations have been fulfilled in spades. I am ashamed to admit that today has been my first approach to the work of Hong Sang-soo , a filmmaker whose films I was completely unknown, since my tastes in regards Korean directors are poured more into the visceral Park Chan-Wook or Bong Joon-ho . And simply Oki's movie I loved it. Is one of those movies that hours after having seen it yet around your head and you are invited to individual and collective reflection. It is amazing how some filmmakers with so few yuan for such work can give birth to draft. Witnessing an amazing year metacine. The love triangle between two students and one teacher is a surprisingly funny and entertaining story because of its default and notice that I faced one of the most arcane craft of the new wave of Korean cinema. The characters unfold with refreshing naturalness. Of course, despite the simplicity of the story that explains its fragmentation into four parts (which is never figure out if what we have just seen is real or one of the filming of another character in the film) gives a fascinating complexity. The last short we attended, and also names the film, is a marvel. Oki, the female protagonist of the film, takes the reins of the narrative and recounts a trip through a park with her two love interests. She remembers that in the same place, with a gap of two years, had a special walk with the two men she loved. First with Song and then Jingu. The vibrancy of youthful spirit and the weariness of old age who embraces the screen are marked in blood and fire, and one, which is half of the two roads, particularly recently entered the quarantine can only sink into his chair meditating on what has already happened, and what's to come. What a shame that dishes like this can only be enjoyed by a select few while others would continue sticking to the burger and fried chicken. At least it seems that the public who shared with me this experience enriching cinematic poetry was true to his feelings, since this series of stories rewarded with a deserved minimum and reassuring applause.
And after a brief recess where on the landing of the film were mixed conversations starring Klaus Kinski, Werner Herzog (which can be seen at the Festival Cave of Forgotten Dreams, film shot in 3D), Fassbinder, Pepe and red and deserved to goal by Messi, turned to the cinema hall 2 Aribau to attend pass my children's father (Le Pere de mes enfants , 2010), another practice of film within film directed by Mia Hansen-Love , who on Wednesday 4 May at eight o'clock in the afternoon, people at the festival to present the second chance to watch his latest work, a daily drama that raises the question of what remains of a man when he dies. The protagonist of the function is a troubled movie producer debts to subjugate it decides to take the more drastic possible for any human being, which will directly affect his family, who must rise above adversity. The paradox is that this character, which is dedicated to the hilt to defend the works of others, when they lack the power and decides to throw it all away is relieved by others going to defend his own work. A treat that should not go unnoticed and reminds us that behind the different film devices that matters is the legacy we leave and arrive at certain truths.
course, by now the level of the films exhibited a great height bay, but as usual programmers often save their best assets for the holidays and weekends as in the we are immersed. I hope that on Monday the quality does not decline, but for now the three movies I've seen so far are a truly enjoyed.
Kitano plays tomorrow. I have prepared flak jacket and raincoat, lest the stream of hemoglobin that awaits us get to splash me.
Bona nit!
Francisco Nieto
CineAsia
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