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Elmira 2022-03-24 09:02:56
study notes
If I hadn't re-created movies with similar themes, and if I hadn't watched the big screen, would I love this movie so much? However, I really like the direction of the film that directly points to human nature and human existence.
Suspense and repeated use. It supports the film and drives the... -
Dwight 2022-03-23 09:02:44
Broken Embraces
After a long wait, it was finally released. The film was filmed, and the plot was a bit dramatic. The mistress who was fostered and the lover fought hotly, and finally was beaten by the mandarin duck. Compared with "Floating Flowers", "The Mistress's Lover" is less heavy (life and death and women's...
Marta Aledo
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Antonetta 2022-04-24 07:01:17
2010-02-06, actually quite boring, 6.
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Lacy 2022-03-16 09:01:05
Sadomasochistic stories, crazy love, the power to see and be watched, the power to watch, play in play (a self-parody of [the woman on the brink of mental breakdown]), self-referential film, and the struggle for narrative power. The old man is simply the incarnation of Franco-thus the film is also a social fable in Spain after the lifting of the martial law. In addition, this is certainly not a film noir.
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Diego: When you were waiting at the roundabout, for a car to pass on your left, Lena and you kissed.
Mateo Blanco: We kissed? I don't remember that.
Diego: It's a normal kiss, the kind couples give each other out of habit.
Mateo Blanco: The last kiss.
Diego: Yes. Lena didn't die in your arms, like you'd dreamed, but the last sensation she took from this world was your mouth.
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[first lines]
[in Spanish, quoting English subtitles]
Modelo: What's your name?
Mateo Blanco: Harry Caine.
[voiceover]
Mateo Blanco: I used to be called Mateo and I was a film director. I was always tempted by the idea of being someone else, as well as myself. Living one's life wasn't enough, so I invented a pseudonym, Harry Caine, an adventurer who, as fate would have it, became a writer. I had him sign all the scripts and stories I wrote. For years, Mateo Blanco and Harry Caine shared the same body, mine. But a moment came when suddenly I could only be Harry Caine. I became my pseudonym. A self-made writer made by himself. There was just one unforseen detail. Harry Caine would be a blind writer.
