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Film
by benjamin ·
As a good proletarian bourgeois pretensions I see the Academy Awards.
I fail to follow the previous frivolity with the stars paraded down the red carpet and the fashion police questioning or complimenting the costumes for the divas, but, like many, also pointed to my favorites, and feast your successes as if were mine.
Ever cholula I questioned this practice. After all, what has my reality with illusions that showy plant.
And I must say that much.
I hope you’ll forgive the eternal critics of consumerism, and commercial cinema, and easy to Hollywood formulas, but I’ll make a couple of confessions corny.
It happens that as with music, movies are part of my life because many of them were associated with a point in my story.
Back to see them is to relive that bit of time.
For example, any family photograph generated so many memories of my mother and my paradise living the film, Walt Disney.
We saw it together in the now defunct film Granados.
I was five or six years and mother worked in an office that morning and afternoon, had only a few hours to nap to share with me. So we went to see that movie a dozen times.
I can not remember what it was, only a few animals dying in the midst of a terrible drought and eventually hell broke loose a flood that while he saved most, also ended with one of the protagonists.
She was a bittersweet story which to me tasted like the best story in the world.
It was shared with Mom.
Another scene was stabbed me in memory. Marlon Brando was scratching his chin with his fingertips as he stroked his cat and thought. Dad was on the couch watching TV and I followed the story lying on the floor with his head resting on his fists. Dad suddenly leaned over and stroked my hair and watching TV said: “Over there is the greatest actor in the world.”
Since the night it is impossible not to relate that old Sicilian song with the figure of my father.
The Godfather is a terrible story, yet, look at me a strange pleasure, to recover the taste of a moment of happiness far away.
It happens when I hear the same song from the film Tarzan the cartoon. It was my first date with a woman he waited ten years. It was the perfect excuse for the prologue of a story that already has a decade and that, complete with commercial breaks, each time it gets better.
Like you, I have many other stories as well. Films that were slipped into my life and became part of it.
So I see the Academy Awards. Because I love cinema. Because I delight with my daughters watching the animated and in 3D, because I have no qualms about eating pororo watch a romantic and strong squeezing the hand of the woman I intend to grow old with dignity.
They are just bits of happiness, true.
But it is the sum of those pieces that makes life worth living.
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