
A cold is what happened since I promised that I would write almost every day about the London Film Festival. It was impossible to keep up with the rythm, and I ended up 2 days off work, at home, and missing 3 of the 18 films that I was watching. Be patient, I wrote my critics & impressions, I just need to type them and translate them. So, here we go…”Once upon a time…”
It´s always especial to watch a film that was released the year you were born. “Manhattan” opened the BFI LFF (London Film Festival) for me this year. Lately, I believe that everything happens for a reason and I had to wait 37 years to watch it. It also seems that Woody Allen could had perfectly been a psychic. Because no one else could have predicted his life better than himself writing, directing and acting in this film. Continue reading ““Opening Night – Noche de gala: Manhattan””

It’s a summer night in 1988 and a few days before my first Holy Communion. So my brother, one of our favourite cousins and I decide to sit in front of the TV. Back then, it was anything but flat! My parents switch the channel to watch a film all together before our cousin leaves as it’s his last evening at home before we celebrate our Holy Communion in all three at the same time (kind of typical in Spain). The title of the film, at first, is a little bit scary:”Close Encounters of the Third Kind”. Wow! Even sounds dangerous. I didn’t have the slightest idea that this film would change my life to the point that I still remember the exact day of the event!
There’s only a handful of people who can watch a Terrence Malick film and like it. I’m one of them. I don’t know what it is, but if you ask me…I can say that Malick is to film what poetry is to literature. Poetry is not everybody’s cup of tea, same with Malick. You actually have to forget everything you know and get lost to fully enjoy what’s in front of your eyes. 



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