Quiero hablar de una pelicula que vi ayer.
De esas que agarrás de sopetón cada tanto y te enganchan un par de lineas pero después cambiás o te tenés que ir y te olvidás y no la ves más o la ves a los meses y te da esa sensación de deja vu que uno no entiende e interpreta que es la senilidad que le está tocando la puerta.
Esta me acordaba que la habia visto durante un par de minutos y me llamó la atención por la naturalidad de los dos actores y los diálogos que lo hacen a uno estar ahi, metido de voyeur... en medio de dos personas que intercambian reflexiones y charlan con una naturalidad que se dan el lujo, conscientemente o no, de decir esas boludeces que dice uno cuando habla de meter muletillas y decir esas cosas (o a veces no decir nada) que diferencia a la gente realmente reflexiva de los robots repetidores de sapiencia (o de guiones, tratándose de actores).
También había otra cosa que demoré mucho en darme cuenta y que potenció un poco esta sensacion de familiaridad: Rayuela. Era clarísimo, de ahi el maldito deja vu.. Esta película te trae irremediablemente a rayuela. Si son Oliveira y la Maga (di)vagando de madrugada, las charlas surrealistas, la gitana de la mano, el clochard en la costa del río... etcétera. Son muchas las referencias como para pensar que se trata de casualidad. Una historia en la que el final es lo de menos, disfrutable en cada escena/capítulo.
Jesse: I kind of see this all love as this, escape for two people who don't know how to be alone. People always talk about how love is this totally unselfish, giving thing, but if you think about it, there's nothing more selfish.
Jesse: Sometimes I dream about being a good father and a good husband. And sometimes it feels really close. But then other times it seems silly like it would ruin my whole life. And it's not just a fear of commitment or that I'm incapable of caring or loving because... I can. It's just that, if I'm totally honest with myself I think I'd rather die knowing that I was really good at something. That I had excelled in some way than that I'd just been in a nice, caring relationship.
Celine: You know, I have this awful paranoid thought that feminism was mostly invented by men so that they could like, fool around a little more. You know, women, free your minds, free your bodies, sleep with me. We're all happy and free as long as I can fuck as much as I want.
Celine: I always feel this pressure of being a strong and independent icon of womanhood, and without making it look my whole life is revolving around some guy. But loving someone, and being loved means so much to me. We always make fun of it and stuff. But isn't everything we do in life a way to be loved a little more?
Celine: When you talked earlier about after a few years how a couple would begin to hate each other by anticipating their reactions or getting tired of their mannerisms-I think it would be the opposite for me. I think I can really fall in love when I know everything about someone-the way he's going to part his hair, which shirt he's going to wear that day, knowing the exact story he'd tell in a given situation.
