Olatz López Garmendia

Olatz López Garmendia

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    • Connie 2022-03-02 08:01:06

      Before night falls

      If it weren't for this film, few people would know about a certain Cuban writer, just as if Pamuk didn't win the Nobel Prize for Literature, no one would care about what other literature in Turkey had. Every opportunity like this makes one feel that the world is so large and neglected that it will...

    • Wiley 2022-03-02 08:01:06

      The secret of tree life, only those who are willing to climb know

      Exiled in NYC under Castro If it weren't for the movie "Before Night Falls", I am afraid that Cuban writer and poet Reinaldo Arenas will never be known, and his poems will be missed forever. The poet's biography is as smooth as a poem. (1) The childhood of the angry child Reinaldo, as he narrated,...

    • Melissa 2022-03-22 09:02:51

      The ending was unexpected, but it was actually shown in the repressed restlessness of every second in the film. The Depp in women's clothing here is flawless, and the real women's clothing boss is amazing. The soundtrack should be in place and in line with the background of the times.

    • Enid 2022-03-23 09:03:17

      The 2-hour-long description of the legendary life of Reynardo felt incomparable vicissitudes after reading it. The screenplay was meticulous, the actors were excellent, the soundtrack was wonderful, and the colors were nostalgic. Cuba in the 1960s was full of enthusiasm for art collision and revolution, and it was serious and sad in the context of political satire. freedom dream

    Before Night Falls quotes

    • Reinaldo Arenas: The difference between the Communist system and the capitalist system is that when they give you a kick in the ass, in the Communist system you have to applaud, in the capitalist system, you can scream.

    • Reinaldo Arenas: As my mother smacked me, she cursed and yelled, "Maldito! Bad seed!" She shouted at the sky, "I want to get out of here." But I really wasn't sure that's what she wanted. But now standing over me she looked like a huge tree trunk. And if it didn't hurt so much, I'd get down on my knees, and ask her to smack me again, even harder. Then she became beautiful. How pretty she is in her skirt made out of a sack and the blouse she stole from her sister. I wanted to get up and beg her forgiveness. I wanted to say, "Mom, how pretty you are today. You look like one of those women that you can only see on Christmas cards," but I said nothing because of the knot in my throat.