Year: 2009

Slumdog millionaire

So… It has been a year since it was released causing a massive unanimous reaction of admiration… but it was only today that I watched “slumdog millionaire” for the first time. I have serious issues about anything with a massive hype as I always seem to end up disappointed… This time too, I felt that this hybrid between “city of God” and “amores perros” was lacking of the originality and strength that the other two had. It is true that the children were amazing… with a special kind of natural ability to interpret their roles, but for some reason I was not that impressed with the movie. Indian movies have a special quality, I find, with regard to photography, light, music, choreography and story telling, and this movie, it was clearly not Indian. The characters were good, but seemed to similar to those on the other movies I mentioned earlier… the brother Salim, even reminds you physically and psychologically to Buscape´s brother in city of God! And Latika´s adult personality and context is terribly similar …

Central hall at the natural history museum

If like me, you like the mystery and ambiance that one can feel whilst reading Verne, you will love this cathedral like building… Even if animals and plants are not your “cup of tea”, even if you could not care less about plants or the evolution of species… Every detail , every corner shows the craftsmanship and ambition of a time, now forgotten by most…. You might think I have lost my marbles for what I am about to say, but… if you want to know how London was (or maybe how it would have been if Verne had his own way) get yourself a copy of Steamboy and travel to the place I wish I could…

Art

I have always being fascinated by art The earliest memory related to any form of art I have dates back to my kinder garden years. I was given, a piece of plasticine to shape into what ever I fancied, and I chose to do a Shepard, with a group of sheep and a dog. In my mind still a very clear image, but I wonder what would others have seeing then. When I was a little girl I loved those rare days at school when the greatest activity of the day was “marrazki librea” or free style drawing. I guess that the fact that I was not expected to do things in any particular way must have been a determining factor. Don’t get me wrong, it is fair to say that I often asked questions and chose alternative routes to do things (generally much quicker shortcuts) but sometimes, even when i tried to comply, I would get into trouble. For instance, one day I was asked to draw our house… The house where I grew up is …