Never let me go

In this film, rather than the fiction that surrounds the plot and beyond this story of impossible love, which has been a really good point is the landscape, the colors, the beautiful buildings, the costumes, the pier, the huge beach, the soft music (nice soundtrack), the nostalgia, the melancholy and the grey light.
I also want to highlight the great performance by Carey Mulligan, who did a great job and for me it was a great discovery. Keira Knightley was ok, but I prefer her in other movies.
Again, a drama of love but with a beautiful setting.

Black Swan

Despite my fascination for Natalie Portman, my dream of becoming a dancer and my passion for New York City, my anxiety to see Black Swan was born otherwise. The vintage-style poster, with a very similar aesthetic to that of V for Vendetta, in which appeared as director Darren Aronofsky's name, who is not other than the one who directed the masterpiece ‘Requiem for a Dream’, left me with an insatiable desire to arrive at the premiere in the cinemas (because when it might be worth something, I do not mind spending the money and enjoy it in a “legal manner”).

Well, finally the day came on the screen of Queens Film Theatre (whose owner owns the most important independent cinemas in Europe, among which are those which I love the most, the cinemas Princesa in Madrid) is where I was absorbed by this wonderful film, that beyond the superficial plot, is highlighting the duality of thoughts and feelings that normally attack and confuse humans decisions and which are in a constant struggle for survival in this competitive society where the variable is: Sink or Swim.

The King's Speech

Speaking of movies, about what is on the agenda on billboards, I must say that of the three movies I've seen, none has left me indifferent.

In this post I will start talking about "The King's Speech." A film that struck me by the great performance of his players (although I prefer thousand times the ease and grace of the therapist than the dark side of the timid brother, honest and candidate for king).
Geoffrey Rush is a charismatic, dreamer, humble, who lives and treats others as their closest friends and is always willing to go all the way to achieve the verbal agility of their patients, therefore, their happiness. A quaint and original soul that lives in a house stripped of all luxury and quite transparent where their children are educated in the austere but that is where they place their dreams.
The plot of the movie is a bit poor, as the main motivation is to see Colin Firth articulating a coherent and spinning speech that could make of him the perfect king, and lead his country to a better fate than his brother had begun to build. My question is, have a right speech makes a person better King? Are just these the attributes required for an heir to the crown? Should the argument be made stress upon their values as a person or just in his difficulty speaking? Is that expectation of the people then corresponds to a good political sense?

I do not know, many unanswered questions that might indicate a gap in the approach to the story, do not you think?

Cuca, the love of my life

Hace dos días que intento enfrentar la noticia que me ha dejado el corazón roto. Hace dos días que no puedo ser yo del todo. Hace dos días que mi perrita ha muerto. Y no, no hay consuelo.

No pido que nadie entienda lo que siento por dentro, porque sólo es concebible desde aquí dentro.

Cuca, es y siempre será la perra más bonita, dulce, cariñosa, lista, y entrañable del universo entero. Mi perrita. Mi ovella desde que era una niña. Y ahora se ha ido, justo y cuando yo estaba a kilómetros de su lado. Cuanta impotencia siento por dentro, cuantas ganas de volver a abrazar ese cuerpecito, cuantas ganas de darle un beso en sus lanas, cuantas ganas de sacarla a pasear con su collar de cascabeles y su correita marrón, cuantas ganas de llenarle su platito de agua, cuantas ganas de cogerla, cuantas ganas de sentarla encima de mis piernas mientras bajo la ventanilla del coche para que asome su cabecita y le de el aire. Cuantas ganas de CUCA.

Yo sé que estas cosas pasan, que es el ciclo de la vida, que todos acabaremos igual, pero siendo honestos, yo no estoy preparada para perderla. Ahora me asaltan mil recuerdos y me estoy estrujando el alma de tanto llorar, porque estoy en Belfast y me gustaría ir corriendo a España y estar cerca de los lugares que nos han visto crecer juntas, al lado del lugar donde ahora descansa su cuerpecito, acercarme a ella. Pero ahora Cuca está donde están todas las personas buenas y honestas, donde están los grandes de verdad. Ahí está mi Cuca, con toda la paz que se merece. Aún así, no puedo evitar pensar en todo lo que me hubiera gustado darle un beso antes de irse, joder.

16 años juntas, para mí los más felices de mi vida. Gracias por siempre estar ahí incondicionalmente, gracias por demostrar tu amor y habernos hecho tanta compañía, gracias por ser la reina de la casa, la pequeñita, la monada que enamoraba a todo el mundo, gracias por habernos protegido tanto, gracias por haber tenido tanta paciencia cuando jugábamos contigo de pequeñas, gracias por haber tendio tantísima personalidad y haber sido tan astuta, gracias al destino por hacer que estuvieras a nuestro lado, gracias por habernos llenado tanto. Gracias por todo mi niña, eres la mejor. Siempre e infinito te voy a querer.

Tu ya sabes todo... Mi homenaje sólo acaba de empezar.

That's mental

Here I am. In the very beginning I would like to explain that my vision of reality is being slightly distorted by a series of events around myself.

I could have woken up, take my breakfast watching some depressing TV news, go straight to my computer and searching for different online employment agencies to find a job. Then, I would start submitting in several professional positions and then, walk to the kitchen and prepare some tea or coffee to let myself continue with "the activity". So, continuing with the activity maybe I would get distracted for some random croton bug in the wall, which means that I could start getting bored looking at my computer screen and wondering myself what's my goal, and if I'm wasting my time applying for something that I don't know for sure if really exists at the same time than 4 millions people with likely the same over qualification than me. Crazy times...

This uncertainty, this lack of information, this TV shitty-programs, this passive routine, this massive hole of unskilled politicians, this mob oratory, this intention to make people drowsy with advertising campaigns (yes, I know it's too bad considering that I'm a graduate in Advertising), this lack of interest in education, this blind present, this future without incentive, this lack of new generations because of the complication of having children, this small portion of active people supporting the country economy, this old and retire people living with very little money after a lifetime working, this lack of support for small and medium enterprises that are really which are working to feed the market resources, this lack of solutions, this waste of money in supporting unions, this big amount of lies, this lack of jobs is feeding corruption, this companies asking for loads of years of experience (therefore this impotence for all of us who have just finished our degree), this perspective that everyone agrees, but no one is likely to move a finger to change it...

Now, you can see how celebrities like Jim Corr or Eric Cantona, from the music and sport worlds respectively, are trying to wake people up to start a revolution. Ireland, Portugal, Greece have reached their limit and I'm convinced that the next in the list is going to be Spain. So as far as I am concerned, my personal revolution starts now.