Flores to combat odors
(Bad) Smells
Yesterday I could not write. Looking for a TV to see Goya, I was the night. And in the end did not see them. Anyway. Title odors are not those of the prizes in Spain with its built-in controversy, nor those of this city starts to get cold. The odors are the ones I have produced some films I've seen in these two days.
The bad smell of animal hormones. Bullhead, the Belgian film M. Roskam, a dangerous mafia speaks very little known, or rather, very little publicized. I guess that's the amount of interest that moves and the potential of creating panic in the population. At least I've decided not to eat meat in a season. But the smell is not just the shit vaccine, is also that of the evil of the children and the terrible consequences that their actions have on the future.
The stench of family secrets, the things unsaid, of covert incest in a kind of three days with the Austrian family headed by Marie Kreutzer. The father dies in his old house. The three children come out of time to say goodbye to him. It also appears a fourth daughter twenty years ago has not dealings with his brothers. The weight of a hippie commune where everything belonged to everyone, including children, crushed like a tomb slab of these brothers in front of the corpse of his father. Rotten flowers in a wonderful environment. The movie is called Der VATERL, something like the loss of the father.
The stench of the Chernobyl radioactive contamination in the Russian film Subbotu V, ie a Saturday. The day that exploded the atomic reactor was a Saturday in which no one suspected him of passing. None other than Johnny, who tries unsuccessfully to flee the town all day. This is a movie that does not need to smell odorama metal, radioactivity, sweat, fear, death. Hysterical and giddy, it is nevertheless a unique testimony a place and time of which we are still suffering the consequences.
The film odor International, one of the most beautiful of Berlin East Berlin now fashionable, impregnated in retaining walls and stairs, chairs and lounges, so characteristic odor that I had a communist society, the smell of dirt on the outside and inside, the smell of fear embedded in the soul. The International has projected this morning Isabel Coixet's film on Judge Garzon. This movie does not smell, in contrast, is the smell of freedom and impunity perplexity of injustice. What if it smells bad is all that is happening around the Judge Garzon that the long interview shells step by step, showing a far more human and closer than you can imagine. But above all showing a character who does not understand what is happening. Although it is not true, if you understand and that is what terrifies him. A ya all.
Well at the moment nothing more.
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