An engaging pre-Code tragicomedy screened as part of the cycle Puntos de fuga.
Gilda (Dorothy Mackaill) arrives to a hotel run by Leonie (Nina Mae McKinney) and inhabited by a motley crew of international lowlifes. Quite an agreeable bunch, I say.
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An engaging pre-Code tragicomedy screened as part of the cycle Puntos de fuga.
Gilda (Dorothy Mackaill) arrives to a hotel run by Leonie (Nina Mae McKinney) and inhabited by a motley crew of international lowlifes. Quite an agreeable bunch, I say.
The first half of October I was doing a course in the afternoon, so missed all the events in Las Palmas — except one, and only thanks to a public holiday.
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Forward to Santander. The death of Vicente González Marcos, better known as Marcos Rvbicón, on 26 May of this year, left a gaping hole in the city’s music scene. Rvbicón has been closed ever since. I didn’t go to any jazz concert this month, not that there were many.
All performances I attended were free except the concert of Sara Correia (€5), which is practically free. Happy Halloween Everybody!
Five superheroes with chemical superpowers go on a retreat where they sit around campfire telling scary stories. Another day, a barracuda joins in... This black superhero comedy (in a sense, it’s a superhero comedy which is also a black comedy, plus one of the heroes is a Black superhero) is definitely not for the squeamish. Weird, crazy, silly stuff. It flopped at the box office: a good start to become a cult classic.
From the creators of Chico & Rita, this animated almost-documentary follows the trail of hitherto unknown to me Brazilian jazz pianist Tenório Jr. who mysteriously disappeared in 1976.
I found They Shot the Piano Player uneven, often repetitive and at times frustrating. In addition, the version I saw in Los Ángeles was dubbed. Although the film is Spanish, its original soundtrack is mostly not. So when they say “starring Jeff Goldblum” and “interviews with Gilberto Gil, João Gilberto, Vinicius de Moraes, Milton Nascimento, Caetano Veloso” etc. etc. and after that you don’t hear their voices, you’re bound to be disappointed.
On a more positive note, I’ve discovered a new name. And the music is great throughout.
Another great comic from Fior. I was half expecting the protagonists go their separate ways. That would be more logical and the book almost comes to that point... I felt slightly annoyed by them coming back together, but hey, who wants 5,000 Kilometers Per Second 2? Not me. Hypericon could be an alternative universe version of 5,000 kps though... I said too much already.
Like in Celestia, I find most of the dialogue superfluous. Ditto the internal monologue of Teresa. With some exceptions, of course. Such as Teresa and Ruben’s bickering.
How would you react to the news that the one whom you wished to be dead — ojalá te mueras! — actually is dead? Your ex; your abuser; and, as you’ll learn a bit later, not only yours. So?
I am one of those who judges a book by its cover, and the cover of this one, let’s be honest, is not the best. The only reason I took it from the shelf in the library was a word on its cover. No, I didn’t know that Kudryavka (Кудрявка), “Curly”, was the original name of Laika. Poor Laika. The book is not really about the dog, but I read a couple of pages and got hooked.
Xenia García’s debut novel is not an easy reading. It asks many questions; no answers are provided. It may keep you awake in the middle of the night. Also, it’s extremely well written. I look forward to read more from her.

La primera vez que te vi, acabé bailando desnuda bajo la lluvia. Fuera diluviaba, diluvia, pero nosotros nos resguardamos en el Citroën gris de tu padre donde muy pronto arañaremos nuestras horas y tú te harás río. Hay mañanas en las que soy río bajo la tierra, me dijiste, me dices, me dirás luego, me dirás siempre, aunque no esa primera vez, de esa primera vez solo recuerdo un aguacero luminoso tras los cristales empañados cuyo único objetivo fue hacer de nuestra primera vez el relato de nuestra primera vez, ese que recrearemos en cada ocasión a lo largo de nuestro tiempo juntos, engalanándolo con detalles de los que ni tú ni yo estamos seguros, porque contar es vivir dos veces, me dijiste una noche de tormenta en la que comenzamos a ser nostalgia de lo que fuimos.
What we’ve seen in September:
And that was it for September.