remember, I I can remember when I was small there was no playstations, no iphones, no mobile phones, or cheap flights with Vueling, or messengers, or facebooks, Barca games or pay per view or rave music sessions or skateboards, or piercings or tattoos . Even Scarlett Johansson was. I swear.
What was then? For small thing: the marbles in the yard of school, the novels of Enid Blyton, hiking and biking on Sunday afternoon when we collaborate in Urgell film, with room and looked to see movies to minors prohibited . Luis García Berlanga there made us have a good time. Better than a Play or a cheap flight Vueling.
remember, I I can remember, his films soulless us put a face in our mouths (half smile), reflecting the characters lost our neighbors in the land of fog, in the late francoism. His movies were smart, the stories had mechanics as perfect as a watch purchased in Geneva talks were luminous Azcona. (When there is no money for special effects by pulling a genius.)
remember, I I can remember, that Berlanga (and others like him) was, in those dark rooms filled with soil pipes and butts, our Play Our Iphone, our mobile phone, our cheap flight with Vueling, our Friend, our Facebook, our party of Barca in pay per view, our meeting rave music, our skateboard, our piercing, tattoo our . Our window to the world. Surely he would have liked to be also our Scarlett Johansson. But I do not see in that role. Frankly.
remember, I I can remember, Luis García Berlanga. (Alzheimer Maleït "com diu the Rita.)
PD: At least his death has served to Atikus has reposted (I do not know if time or permanently).
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