viernes, 29 de junio de 2007

La Guerra Civil, con letra de mujer extranjera

Un libro recoge los testimonios sobre la contienda de autoras como Virginia Woolf, Lillian Hellman y Dorothy Parker
http://www.elpais.com/articuloCompleto/cultura/Guerra/Civil/letra/mujer/extranjera/elpepicul/20070629elpepicul_4/Tes

miércoles, 27 de junio de 2007

Amos Oz, Príncipe de Asturias


Qué buena noticia (!)






«Escribo porque las personas a las que amaba han muerto. Escribo porque cuando era niña tenía una gran capacidad de amar y ahora esa capacidad de amar está muriendo. No quiero morir.» Así comienza el relato en primera persona de Jana, la historia de un matrimonio y de su ruptura. La que ha sido definida como una moderna madame Bovary israelí es una estudiante de literatura hebrea. En la universidad conoció a un geólogo, Mijael Gonen, se casó con él y, poco a poco, una enrarecida distancia se abrió paso entre los dos. La narración, muy femenina, de Amos Oz avanza con estilo breve, cotidiano, y sondea los pensamientos más ocultos y las emociones más profundas en la confesión de la protagonista. Con rara habilidad, el autor logra captar los mínimos matices del carácter y del sentimiento, saca a la luz, con lucidez y delicadeza, los motivos de la frustración y del sufrimiento, y llega al origen del progresivo encerrarse de Jana en un mundo trepidante de maravillosas aventuras imaginarias, fantasías sexuales y terribles pesadillas, en el cual «su» querido y tranquilo Mijael nunca logrará penetrar. Como telón de fondo de esta magnífica novela psicológica, la silueta de una ciudad, Jerusalén, en los años cincuenta, sobre la que aletea el espectro de la guerra.


(De Mi querido Mijael, primer libro que leí de él)

martes, 26 de junio de 2007

Iris Murdoch e Ignacio Echevarría


He ido a ver hoy la entusiasmada charla que ha dado Ignacio Echevarría sobre Iris Murdoch en una biblioteca barcelonesa. Creo que Echevarría hubiera sido un magnífico profesor de literatura, lástima que al menos a los alumnos de traducción nos enseñara la aburrida asignatura de 'edición'.


Echevarría ha repasado obra y biografía de la escritora irlandesa Iris Murdoch, tan admirada por Alvaro Pombo. Ha sido interesante el repaso de los temas de la autora y sus influencias (Shakespeare, Platón...) y el elogio de considerarla una de las mejores escritoras del siglo XX, a la altura casi de Woolf.


Buscando escritos por Internet, sólo he encontrado los siguientes:


De "El buen aprendiz (fragmento)"


Estoy tan solo, pensó él, nadie me ayuda, nadie me puede ayudar, ni siquiera pido la ayuda de nadie. Pero que será de mi, no estaré mejor muerto? Estoy simplemente incomodando y contaminando la tierra. Soy un muerto viviente, la gente debe ver eso, por qué no corren alejándose de mí? Ellos sí se alejan, ellos me evitan. Ninguna voz puede alcanzarme, no seré capaz de pensar nuevamente, no seré capaz de trabajar nuevamente, estoy permanentemente herido. Mi mente ya no es libre, mi imaginación está completamente envenenada, atascada con un veneno negro. Soy una minúscula maquinaria, ya no soy un espíritu humano, mi espíritu ha muerto, mi pobre espíritu ha muerto. "
El Poder de la Palabra

Ani Difranco...nuevo disco a la vista

Working on Her Canon
Continuing on the one album a year (minimum) rhythm she's been on for the past 16 years, Ani DiFranco will release a double disc retrospective studio album on September 11, 2007. Pulling from her more-than a hundred tunes, Canon will feature newly recorded, re-arranged versions of 35 songs (19 on the first disc, 16 on the second).
According to Billboard magazine, among the songs included are some classics from her first albums like "Fire Door" and "Both Hands," as well as her more recent anthemic tunes like "Animal" (Educated Guess) and "Paradigm" (from Knuckle Down). The disc will feature Ani, of course, playing guitar and singing, as well as two incredible accompanists—bassist Todd Sickafoose, who has been traveling with her for years, and drummer Allison Miller (Erin McKeown, Natalie Merchant), who joined the Ani DiFranco band this spring.
As if a double disc greatest hits album of re-arranged classics isn't enough for DiFranco's work ethic, Canon will soon be followed by the release of Verses—a book collection of her poetry and artwork.

http://folkmusic.about.com/b/a/257879.htm

domingo, 24 de junio de 2007

Qué pequeño es Internet...

Estoy leyendo un libro--->busco info del autor--->llego a un blog de literatura--->ese blog tiene enlaces--->uno de los enlaces es http://elcafedeocata.blogspot.com/---> Visito el blog para ver si es Ocata de Masnou---> sí, el autor parece la persona que corrigió mi examen de filosofía en Selectividad hace muchos años (que me puso mi peor nota y a quien le tengo entonces tirria)-->veo la foto...és el!


http://elcafedeocata.blogspot.com/

Nuevo cómic que despierta entusiasmos...


O novela gráfica...como se prefiera...

Wendy Bevan

Disfrutad las fotos...

http://www.wendybevan.com/605.html

Tengo ganas de ver...



La primera peli de J. Delpy...


Two days in the relationship of an extremely neurotic New York-based couple. The stressed-out couple make a misguided attempt to re-infuse their relationship with romance in Paris--the woman's birthplace as well as the home of several of her ex-boyfriends and high maintenance, non-English speaking parents

sábado, 23 de junio de 2007

Tengo ganas de ver...


Gwai wik (Re-cycle)


Terror. Fantástico. Intriga / SINOPSIS: Una famosa escritora de novelas románticas, Tsui Ting-Yin (Angelica Lee), anuncia que su próximo proyecto será un thriller de intriga titulado "La tierra de los muertos". Tsui comienza su novela pero, al no convencerle del todo, decide borrarla de su ordenador. Al día siguiente todo lo que había empezado a escribir comienza a hacerse realidad... (FILMAFFINITY)

Alex y Emma


Bastante simpática :-)

Y además:


Álex y Emma se basa en la historia real que le sucedió a Fedor Dostoievski, que se vio obligado a culminar la novela El jugador en apenas una semana debido a sus deudas de juego, para lo cual contrató a una secretaria que luego sería su mujer. Además, el argumento de Encuentro en París (1964), de Richard Quine, es muy similar al de esta película.



Puntuación: 7

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http://www.elpais.com/articulo/sociedad/Google/estrena/traductor/busquedas/encontrar/informacion/cualquier/idioma/elpeputec/20070623elpepisoc_12/Tes


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viernes, 22 de junio de 2007

Do things happen for a reason?



Everything Really Does Happen for a Reason Excerpted from Everything Happens for a Reason: Finding the True Meaning of the Events in Our Lives by Mira Kirshenbaum
Can it really be true that everything happens for a reason? As amazing as it sounds, it is. There is significance in every event of our lives, from the most joyful and empowering to the inexplicable or seemingly unjust. In Everything Happens for a Reason, psychotherapist Mira Kirshenbaum encourages us to discover the meaning in what has happened to us, seeing these experiences as gifts, lessons, or opportunities. Building on more than twenty-five years of clinical research, Kirshenbaum helps us decode the confusing or unfortunate moments in our lives and find solace and strength.
Is it really true that everything happens for a reason? After all, that's an amazing thing to say-that no matter what happens to you, not only does something valuable come out of it but it's just what you need.
Amazing as it sounds, it is true. It's taken me a long time, but I now see that even in the worst disaster-and I've had my share-there are wonderful gifts, hidden opportunities, or life-enhancing lessons. And we couldn't have gotten them any other way. If someone as hardheaded as I am can come to understand this, anyone can.
Of course, sometimes it's easy for us to believe that everything happens for a reason. We see it in little ways, like when our plans for an evening out fall through at the last minute, and we discover that everything we really want is at home that night anyway.
And sometimes we see it in not-so-little ways. A woman I know wrenched her back and had to spend a month in bed. She felt this was the last thing she needed in her life, particularly since it happened at a time when she had to make some important decisions. And then it hit her-this was exactly what she needed. Her old habit had been to rush impetuously into a new decision without thinking it through. Now it was as if life were saying, "If you won't give yourself time to think, I will."
We very much want to believe that the things that happen to us have great meaning. It's the way we feel life should be. Yes, some days we feel our life's a soap opera. But we want-we need-to have the sense that there's a purpose and value to it all. And we're right.
I want to reassure you: When you discover the true meaning of the events in your life, everything changes.
You feel stronger because your sense that everything has meaning gives you great confidence.
You feel wiser because you see how everything connects.
You're more in touch with who you are because you know that you're living the life you were meant to lead.
And you're happier because you're able to put your loss behind you and have a sense of a future filled with good things.
Until you get to this place, nothing is going to feel right. Let's say you're outdoors and you suddenly feel a drop of moisture fall on your head. You're not going to be able to think of anything else until you figure out why that happened. Is water dripping from some air conditioner up high? Is it starting to rain? Is a flying monkey peeing on your head? You have to know why that drop of moisture fell on your head because you can't feel safe going forward until you do.
We need to know why much more when what fell on our heads is a catastrophe. If you can't make sense of the catastrophe, it's as if your life is mere dice on a crap table-if nothing has any meaning, everything's random, anything can happen.
It's painful to live not knowing why you got so sick that time or why you lost the love of your life-much more painful than people suspect. One woman I know was flying home for Thanksgiving when she was in college. As the plane was flying along twenty thousand feet in the air, she developed a terrible earache. But that's not what made her cry. In the dark of a nighttime flight she was sobbing because there was pain like this in the world, seemingly without any rhyme or reason.
One guy described this feeling differently: "When I think about the bad stuff that's happened in my life, I feel I'm just a goddamn fool of the cosmos. It's humiliating! On a sidewalk crowded with people, I'm the one who's stepped in the dog poop. No one else is as stupid or unlucky as I am. The problem is: How can I go forward, how can I trust the future if I feel I am this stupid unlucky guy?"
Knowing that there's a reason for what happens also saves us from being filled with blame. Blame is a very human attempt to make sense of some catastrophe, but most of the time we hate the way it feels. And yet when something bad happens to us, it's almost a reflex to think, It's because everyone hates me, because I'm a loser, because I'm doomed. And so the blame begins.
We blame other people, and then we end up with the sense that the world is full of bad people. We blame ourselves, and then instead of feeling healthy, strong, and whole we see ourselves as sick, weak, and broken. And we blame life itself. What could be more demoralizing than feeling condemned to having bad things always happen to us and not being able to do anything about it?
Blame is like a boomerang that loops around and bonks us on the noggin. Try this yourself: If you see someone struggling with sadness, anxiety, and negativity, listen to his story. You'll soon see he's living in a world where all he sees are things to blame because he lives without positive meanings for what's happened to him. The only cure is to restore the sense that there is a good reason for everything that happens.
Explain That, Why Don't You?
Years ago, if you'd said to me, "Everything happens for a reason," I'd have said that was a lot of bull. Things happened in my life that were so painful it's no wonder I'd had trouble finding their meaning, and I gave up looking. I now know that was a big mistake.
Lots of things happen to us that challenge our sense that everything happens for a reason. It can be anything. You get seriously ill at the worst possible moment. You think you've found the love of your life but something goes haywire between you and now the two of you are over. You've had one of those really painful childhoods. You screw up and lose a lot of money. Someone you love dies.
Yeah, we think, maybe there's a meaning for some things that happen, but not for this.
And even if we still have a shred of faith left that there is meaning in these events, we don't know how to find it. After all, the events in our lives don't come to us with labels attached telling us what they mean. We can spend years searching in vain. We ask friends, but they haven't gone through what we have. We ask someone who has gone through something similar, but that person is probably struggling to find meaning, too.
At some point we might be tempted to give up the search. That's what happened to me. It took one of my patients to wake me up and give me the hope that we can discover the meaning of the events in our lives. Everything important I've learned about how to do my job I've learned from my patients. Scott* was one of my best "teachers."
The Message in the Bottle
We all have dreams of what we'd like to do with our lives. When Scott first came to see me many years ago he was dreaming about going back to school and becoming a landscape designer. But he was afraid to give up his well-paying job. As you can imagine, addressing underlying issues of anxiety, low self-esteem, and identity played an important role in our work together. Soon, though, our work was all about helping him get what he needed to make his dream come true. He ultimately completed a two-year program at an excellent school and eventually opened his own little landscape-design business. He felt fulfilled.
Several years later Scott came back to work with me. Sadly, he had non-Hodgkin's lymphoma, and he thought he was dying. (Scott's cancer eventually went into remission. He's still okay.) He said he wanted to discover why this terrible disease had happened to him just when his life was starting to work out. "Isn't this really a theological question?" I asked Scott. Truthfully, I didn't want to deal with a question like this. My attitude at that time was that you could never find an answer. And anyway, the most important thing is to make the best use of the time you have remaining. Why ask why?
But Scott, bless him, held onto his need. He was about to teach me an important lesson about how helping people is ultimately about helping them find meaning. After I'd dismissed his question Scott looked at me with tears in his eyes as if I'd betrayed him and said, "You don't understand. I don't want to die feeling like I was just some squirrel that got run over on the highway of life-hey, man, bad luck. I know that I'm not just a victim of a game of chance. I can't believe that I live in a universe where the things that happen to us don't have any meaning. There is some meaning in this, a message in a bottle for me. The message feels just out of reach, but it's very important to me. Help me get that message."
Somehow that got through to me. I remembered how much I, too, had wanted to get that message back when I was a kid. (In a few moments I'll tell you about all the things that had happened to me and my family that left me hungry to find some kind of meaning and how discouraged I got when I didn't think I could find any.) Looking in Scott's eyes, I lost my sense of being pissed off at the universe because the things that happen to us don't come neatly labeled with their true meanings. Scott's need reawakened my own and all the hopes that came with it. I'd thought my need for meaning was dead. I'd acted as if it were dead. But the utter genuineness and validity of Scott's need made me realize that my own need for meaning had never died. Suddenly I felt a whole new connection to Scott, to my younger self, and to a world of people who were hungry to feel that what happens to them has meaning.
There was just one problem: How in the world could I help Scott discover why he'd gotten sick and might die if I couldn't help myself? I found myself terribly moved as I told him that I saw how this situation should have meaning and then confessed that I didn't know how to help him find that meaning. I felt I'd failed him. And I felt terrible about it. But I made a promise to myself that I would learn how to help people find the true meanings of the events in their lives.
Scott called several months later. He obviously wasn't as disappointed in me as I was in myself. I guess we all know how tough this search is. He had a note of triumph in his voice.
"I know why I got sick!" he said. "Look at where I was in my life. I'd made a lot of progress, but I was still frightened of so many things-flying, confrontations, bad news, you name it. Here's the gift getting sick gave me. Every day I'm learning not to be afraid, big-time. Death is the big confrontation. Once you face death, how can you be afraid of, like, someone rejecting you? You know, it's true: Cowards die a thousand deaths, heroes die but once. I'd rather live a short life without fear than the living death of a long life filled with fear.
"And I wouldn't have discovered any of this if I hadn't gotten sick. I don't know how much time I have left to live, but in the time I have left I'm feeling more alive and less afraid than I ever did before."
Everyone who survives something feels they have a new lease on life. But Scott felt he had a new lease on life even when he thought he was dying. Understanding that there was meaning in what was happening to him, discovering what that meaning was, made all the difference for him.
It made all the difference for me, too.
A Voyage of Discovery
That was the beginning of my own voyage of discovery. Wow, I thought, it really changes everything if you can discover the reason why some life event has overtaken you. But I was still skeptical-I was far from convinced that Scott had discovered the real reason why he'd gotten sick or if a real reason could be discovered. But it had meaning for him, and as a therapist, I had to take this seriously. Just imagine, I thought, if I could help other people discover what Scott was lucky enough to discover....
Deep down, of course, I knew how badly I needed this myself.
My Story
I'm sure I've had more than my share of blessings. I've been happily married for a long time. I have two great kids. I have good friends. Over the years it's been my privilege to help hundreds of thousands of people, and I love my work. So maybe you're wondering, "Hey, what does Mira know about what it's like to go through something really bad?" Good question.
I grew up with loss baked in my bones. As a child of Holocaust survivors, I lost the entire world in which I was supposed to grow up. Yeah, my parents survived. But everyone else in my family was killed: my mother's seven brothers and sisters, my father's five, all four of my grandparents.
I also lost the early years of my childhood. I was smuggled across Europe at the bottom of a hay wagon. I almost died of dysentery when I was three months old. I lived in a refugee camp for the first four years of my life. A barracks full of grown-ups recovering from shattered lives doesn't make for a good-time nursery school.
When I was four my life again turned upside down and inside out. I lost my father and my sister-my parents had gotten divorced and my father and my sister disappeared from my life. Then I left the only world I'd known, the refugee camp, to come to America.
When I arrived in New York I was so skinny that one of my distant relatives burst into tears when he saw me. My mother went to work in a clothing factory, and I had to take care of my brother. She eventually remarried, but my stepfather was no bargain. And we were poor-I didn't get a new dress until I was ten, and I bought it for myself with the money I'd earned baby-sitting.


Everything Happens for a Reason

Finding the True Meaning of the Events in Our Lives by Mira Kirshenbaum

Cheever (y 2)

Cosas que aprendí sobre Cheever gracias a R. Fresán:

1) Que Cheever nunca logró terminar sus estudios (fue expulsado del colegio) y eso le marcó de por vida
2) Se sentía extraño, un impostor dentro de su clase social
3) Que era bisexual o eso se sospechaba
4) Que dio clases en Iowa
5) Que la señora que limpiaba su cuarto en la universidad, se refería a él como 'el hombre que llora'
6) Que en los años 30, la gente corría al quiosco para adquirir el New Yorker (revista donde publicaba Cheever)
7) Que las 'Vírgenes Suicidas' de J. Eugenides tiene mucho de Cheever
8) Que tengo leer Bullet Park

miércoles, 20 de junio de 2007

Blog de libros

http://www.solodelibros.es/01/06/2007/cronica-de-dalkey-flann-obrien/

Cheever

Fui a ver ayer a Rodrigo Fresán en la charla que dio acerca de John Cheever dentro del ciclo de 'Vine a fer un cafè amb...' de las Bibliotecas de BCN.
No sé si fue gracias a él que la obra de Cheever empezó a editarse hace unos pocos años. Ahora, por suerte contamos con casi todo publicado gracias a Emecé y a las notas/prólogos de Fresán que acompañan a cada uno de estos libros.

El conjunto de sus relatos más significativos están en 'La geometría del amor' que compré un Sant Jordi de hace años. Creo que era el año en el que leí muchos relatos (Ford, Russo, etc).

Rodrigo Fresán contagió su entusiasmo por Cheever ayer, contando por una parte su historia personal en busca de este autor y, por otra, contando quién era propiamente Cheever.
Dijo tantas cosas en poco más de una hora que es imposible reproducirlas aquí por falta de tiempo.

Escuchando sus palabras, pensaba en que Cheever ha dejado honda huella hoy. Autores como Updike o Jeffrey Eugenides le son deudores, pero también ficciones como 'Mujeres desesperadas', pues la obsesión de Cheever era retratar el mundo donde se hallaba y el que intentaba olvidar con alcohol: el mundo de las casas pareadas de los suburbios, donde parece que no pasa nada, todo está tranquilo hasta que algo, un detalle mínimo, altera todo el castillo de naipes.

http://www.telecable.es/personales/agee/johncheever/resenas.html

domingo, 17 de junio de 2007

Bienvenido a casa


Ay qué decepción.... Sobreactuada en muchos momentos y compensada por algunos momentos de frescura. Lo mejor: Alejo Sauras. Lo peor: Jorge Sanz, Ariadna Gil y Pilar López de Ayala...


Puntuación: 5

Chantal Maillard

Leí ayer una entrevista brutal en El País de Chantal Maillard, malagueña de origen belga, que ganó el Premio Nacional de Poesía hace unos años. Como estos días, soy incapaz de leer novelas, compré su poemario (editado en Tusquets). Maillard escribe desde el más profundo dolor y tristeza. Sus poemas entristecen y a la vez sobrecogen al entender que tal vez sólo cuando se está en tan intensa oscuridad, uno alcanza la claridad.

Su poema 'Hilos' y un interesante artículo: http://elmundolibro.elmundo.es/elmundolibro/2004/10/05/poesia/1096977179.html

HILOS

Permanece –¿permanecer?– la carne
herida. Hay cicatriz.

Y la mente –¿la mente?– herida.
¿Herida? No, no hay herida. Si
la hubiese habría sangre. Hay
cicatriz. Tampoco.
Si hubiese cicatriz, sería
evidente. No siempre se ven, dicen.
Ciertas palabras se utilizan
en vez de otras, dicen. Cuando
no hay palabras suficientes.
Mejor cuando no hay
cosa.

La mente acusa sentimientos:
segrega. Hila. La mente, no. No hay.
Sólo hay hilo. Saliva.

La boca seca. No hay saliva. ¿No
la hay? Un hilo forma imagen. La
imagen de un cuerpo. Blanco. Como
todos los que han muerto. No lo he
visto. He visto otros. A ése, no. Pero
forma imagen. El hilo. Algo segrega.

Hambre. Algo dice
hambre. La sacia. ¿Frío?
Algo recuerda la palabra
frío. No la siente. La obvia.

Habrá que levantarse. Aunque sin
saber para qué. Sin saber
tampoco para qué el para qué.
Levantarse y dar vueltas en esta
habitación. O también, cambiar de ha-
bitación. Pero no. Más seguro es
quedarse aquí, tecleando. Un teclado
es algo conocido. Tienen un
sonido peculiar, las teclas,
cuando se las pulsa.
Quedar en lo reconocible.
–¿Quedar?– Permanecer. Ya dije
permanecer. Ya pregunté.
Quedar es permanecer
por menos tiempo.
Siempre se puede partir.
Partir es dar pasos fuera.
Fuera de la habitación.
De la mente, no. –¿Mente?–
Ya pregunté. Y no hay. Hay hilo.
Partir es dar pasos
fuera de la habitación
con el hilo. El mismo hilo.
La palabra silencio dentro.
Dentro de uno –¿uno?

martes, 12 de junio de 2007

Se prepara nueva serie en Telecinco

y mientras en Fuencarral, que Bilbao les queda muy lejos:

http://www.vertele.com/noticias/detail.php?id=15663

!La trama central La serie trata de una joven de 14 años natural de Pereira, ciudad del centro de Colombia, cansada de ser pobre y que asiste a la escuela secundaria sin perspectivas de conseguir un buen empleo después de su graduación. La joven decide seguir los pasos de sus amigas, que con implantes de silicona en el pecho consiguen novios mafiosos que las mantienen económicamente y les regalan ropa lujosa y joyas. Así, la protagonista acaba convirtiéndose en prostituta para sacar el dinero suficiente para poder operarse, pero no tiene éxito porque sus senos son pequeños.!

Pues eso, otra serie fomentadora de valores...

¿Por qué las expos más interesantes este año no están en Barcelona?

Warhol y Liechstein en Madrid, Frida Kahlo en Vigo, y ahora esta en Bilbao...

http://www.elpais.com/articulo/cultura/exposicion/Bilbao/recorre/arte/feminista/ultimos/45/anos/elpepucul/20070611elpepucul_6/Tes

sábado, 9 de junio de 2007

Escuchando hoy a...


The Be Good Tanyas

www.begoodtanyas.com

Millenium Mambo


Empiezo a prepararme para un curso de cine que haré próximamente y lo hago viendo esta película, que he podido alquilar en dvd. No soy muy fan del cine asiático de autor, no sé si esta peli puede clasificarse en esta categoría pero ésta sí me ha gustado. La voz en off y unas imágenes casi hipnóticas nos adentran en la historia de una ruptura fragmentada en el tiempo.


Puntuación: 8



jueves, 7 de junio de 2007

Dreamgirls


Película entretenida y que sirve para descubrir a Jennifer Hudson (perdedora de American Idol, pero ganadora de un Oscar por Dreamgirls), lo mejor de la película. Demasiadas canciones pero bueno... no está mal.


Puntuación: 6

miércoles, 6 de junio de 2007

Sin comentarios

De LA VANGUARDIA: Bush se asombra de que tengan que traducirle al alemán Heiligendamm (Alemania). (EFE).- El presidente de EE.UU., George W. Bush, expresó su asombro de que sus palabras tuvieran que ser traducidas al alemán durante su primera comparecencia ante la prensa en la cumbre del G8 en Heiligendamm.
Durante una declaración conjunta con la canciller alemana Angela Merke, Bush ya había terminado de hablar cuando un traductor comenzó a repetir en alemán lo que él había dicho."Todo el mundo habla inglés, ¿no?", dijo con una sonrisa. Merkel, divertida, le pidió que fuera "paciente" y le indicó que se mantuviera de pie a su derecha, en el jardín del Hotel Gran Kempinski donde almorzaron juntos. Tras terminar la traducción, Bush le preguntó a Merkel: "¿es eso lo que he dicho?" y Merkel le respondió, en inglés, "casi al 100 por ciento".

domingo, 3 de junio de 2007

Una casa en el fin del mundo


Tras mucho tiempo queriendo ver esta película, finalmente he podido. No sabía de qué iba, pero intento ver todas las pelis de Robin Wright-Penn. Trata de un triángulo amoroso y de vidas poco convencionales. No quiero desvelar nada de la trama. Está en dvd y Colin Farrell está totalmente irreconocible en esta historia.


Puntuación: 9

PD: Está basada en un libro de Michael Cunningham ("Las horas").

Adiós a Girlmore Girls


Se cancela esta serie tras siete temporadas :( Qué pena. La serie en la que más deprisa hablan los personajes, famosa por las muchas referencias culturales y por ser una serie 'diferente' dice adiós :(




Todos los hombres del rey


Estaba confundida con esta película. Creía que era un remake de Todos los hombres del presidente pero no. En realidad, es una nueva versión de 'El político' (que no estoy segura de si he visto) y de la novela de Warren Penn que ganó el Pulitzer. Aunque la película es algo lenta, se nota que detrás hay una buena novela gracias a su guión. El reparto también es excepcional y eso hace que, pese a sus defectos, valga la pena dar una oportunidad a la película.


Puntuación: 8

viernes, 1 de junio de 2007

Grbavica


"Grbavica es un barrio que se encuentra cerca de donde vive la directora. Durante la guerra, la zona fue asediada por el ejército de Serbia y Montenegro y convertida en un campo de prisioneros donde se torturó a la población. Si pasea por Grbavica hoy se verán los típicos edificios de arquitectura socialista, tiendas, a los vecinos, niños, perros... pero también notará la presencia de algo silencioso e invisible, la extraña sensación que despiden los lugares marcados por el sufrimiento."


Hermosa y dura película, dirigida por una jovencísima directora. Tenía muchas ganas de verla y finalmente gracias a la magia del DVD he podido.


Puntuación: 10

Fritz Lang


Es difícil elegir una película favorita de Lang (Quizá para mí sea 'Los sobornados'). Esta semana, tras sequía en el videoclub y alentada por el especial de DIRIGIDO POR, cogí dos de los títulos que aún no había visto: Sólo se vive una vez y Deseos humanos (qué buenas las dos).