Ramón Pons

Ramón Pons

  • Born: 1940-10-13
  • Height:
  • Extended Reading
    • Makayla 2022-01-08 08:04:01

      Almodovar. You can go home for dinner

      Had it not been for this Spanish beauty to support the scene. This film is almost unattractive and
      has no rhythmic beauty. There is no conflict of details. There is no plot to highlight...
      Sorry, it is also produced in Spain. This movie is compared to "Dark Blue is Black" > It's more than an order...

    • Alexys 2022-01-08 08:04:01

      in memory of our passing age

      If I see you again, many years from now. How can I congratulate you with silent tears?
      - Byron

      long ago watching a documentary about the foreign Van Gogh, naturally yard chip shot nine-square-meter room he lived before his death. It was cleaned up. The white walls must have been painted later, but...

    • Bernhard 2022-03-27 09:01:14

      For the first time, I feel that Pedro's film is so restrained in emotional rendering.

    • Leann 2022-03-25 09:01:15

      Xiao Pei's return to Spain is the kingly way~

    Broken Embraces quotes

    • 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.

    • [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.