I’m a rocketman…!!!
I have returned to the movie theaters ... Even though I live in Caracas! Of course you can see many things online, but the ritual of the dark room, the popcorn and the chat with friends is priceless.
Look, you have to overcome poverty and fear (this is for my friends in Caracas): if you do not make the effort, if you do not risk it, you will sink with that choir of penitents that cries day and night through social networks.
I respect them, but I'm not going that way.
Well, once I was in the Cultural Trasnocho Cinemas of the Paseo Las Mercedes had to choose between Almodóvar and Rocket Man ...
And what did I choose? You know me, you know that Almodóvar lurks me, pretentious, entangled, with films and scripts to which I always feel that are leftover for half an hour, and with nothing transcendent to tell me.
Many of you think the same thing, but you feel sorry to say it in public, in front of your friends.
But Antonio Banderas won the best actor award at the Cannes Film Festival with that film!
What? Cannes? The French? Flee for your mental health! That is a seal of boredom! And Banderas is never going to win an Oscar! He missed the train! And it's not because he's Spanish, there you have Bardem. Is that Banderas chose Almodóvar as his mentor! But Bardem chose Amenábar! Tell me who won.
Returning to the subject, I went to see Rocketman, the biographical film about Elton John, directed by Dexter Fletcher and I left pleasantly surprised.
It is a very well furnished script that includes the initial trajectory of the pop superstar, in an excellent performance starring Taron Egerton
In a movie teather, unless the script is written especially for the screen as An American in Paris, it can be a real disaster.
He who did not sleep a couple of minutes in Les Misérables, is not from this planet.
Yes, because the songs and choruses can delay the dramatic cinematographic action, when the singers repeat twenty times with their chromatic variations. I love you, I love you, I love you ...! Or I hate you, damn, damn, damn ...!
But that does not happen in Rocketman, and it is a merit of the scriptwriter, the director and the producers, who took care of the internal rhythm of the narration despite the temptation to turn the story into a bunch of video clips that stop the action every 7 minutes to see how well the actors dance or sing.
Well here, the extracts of the chosen songs always move the dramatic action, the story always goes forward, like a javelin, and that people like me, who have the professional deformation of being film writers, we appreciate it very much.
Instead of comparing it with another recent biopic, Rapsodia Bohemia, this film reminded me of that first great feature film with a video clip structure: The Wall onto the music of Pink Floyd, and directed by Alan Parker, that nowadays is a classic of obligatory consultation on the genre.
So I recommend Rocketman. If you prefer to lose your money by watching Almodóvar, it's your problem.
I go to the movies to have fun and share with my friends.
When I want to philosophize, I start read Maimonides or Richard Rorty, I'm not going to watch silly movies.
And if I want to see philosophers and poets in the cinema, I prefer Tarkovsky or Terrence Malick.
And excuse me if I sound pretentious .
Bye.
Óscar Reyes-Matute / מתת
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Rocketman: Trailer
