Ene 21 2 010
They lived in the same quarter, went to the same school,
The era a poor boy, without its father grew up,
Its mother worked always, to see it of major,
turned into a good man, serious, honest and hard-working.She was a rich girl, nothing her was missing ever,
One summer evening in the tree of the love,
They recorded its hearts and its love declared itself.
Ene 10 2 010
The movies has always been a suitable stage at the time of exhibiting concepts, social criticism and sleep. It was doing time that was for the head about the title of a movie that in my epoch of absorvedor of experiences impressed me of special form, the movie in question is the one that gives title to this post.
In that epoch the technology was not precisely “an our bread of every day” and the moral of the movie was showing us a hypocritical social class that we already knew many (1972 - ends of the Franco period). On having turned to visionar the movie (beginnings of 2010), it has occurred to me that not only the bourgeoisie is a social class, that there are more social classes, that the time has destroyed some and has created others and that the calls new also his has created technologies (the chat); the Buñuel movie paints the portrait in ironic, humorous and oneiric form of its bourgeoisie conception, - I will call him a chat - beings paranoiacs who are destabilized before the most insignificant contingencies, to Read more …» Leer mas … »
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