Havana Oh-Na-Na

Myrna 2022-03-17 09:01:09

Before Night Falls 2000

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Havana Oh Na Na

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Watching such a movie on the plane

function is hypnosis

The effect is very good [you are enough

Probably because of its hand-cranked photography

and rough to grainy yellowing

Remembering Adele lyrics

"We were born and raised,

in the summer haze.”

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Gay Cuban Castro prison smuggling into exile for AIDS

There's so many reasons to make it a poignantly satirical song

However not

Director Julian Schnabel uses a documentary-like approach

Deliberately downplaying the unease and restlessness that belonged to that era

And focus on the male protagonist and his delicate

[Full score for Javier Bardem! Great acting, my God!

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I like all kinds of empty mirrors with lines by Reinaldo Arenas

Create a very South American style

I like flashbacks from time to time

Show the real struggle of the hero

I like some explanations that tell the way the protagonist looks directly at the camera

Bring a touch of lightness and humor to a heavy atmosphere

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However, the artistic treatment still makes the film seem a bit difficult

The first half was supported by the idea of ​​"hold on with Depp behind"

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Hahahahahahahaha, women's big, you can compare with Lee Pres

It's really cool that one person plays two roles

Give you crazy lights

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The second half gradually makes people want to follow in the footsteps of the film

to explore the fate of the hero

to feel his feelings to recall his memories

Orgy indulgence recorded in some deliberate slow motion

It is the true portrayal of the young people of that era.

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So I started to think that this approach makes sense.

Cuban-born gay poet Reinaldo Arenas

Sensitive and delicate

Published his first novel at the age of twenty

He was banned by the authorities because of his sexuality

"As if he didn't exist"

The rest of his work was published overseas by smuggling abroad

He even went to jail several times

Ended up in exile in New York for being unfit for the revolution

Died from AIDS

47 years old in 1990

Three years later his memoir "Before Night Falls" was published

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I love a dialogue in the movie

Lazaro:

I want to die at the end of the day

In the high seas

with my face towards the sky

when it seems like agony is just dream

and the soul, a bird ascending in flight.

Reinaldo:

Who is that?

Lazaro:

Manuel Guitrez Nera. Mexicano

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Before night falls

The sea is a pink sky

There is a bird named freedom

hovering in flight

Pain is but a dream

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How lucky to see such a movie made for no one

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Extended Reading
  • Justina 2022-03-20 09:02:57

    No subtitles, listening to that tongue-tied English for more than two hours, I didn't bother me, so I would give 5 points! Ps: johnny, you still scared me when you appeared on the scene

  • Wilburn 2022-03-23 09:03:17

    When Johnny Depp showed up, it was a total shock, just another Helena Bonham Carter, and I thought Tim Burton should have married him right away, the job was so good, it could fit into 5 volumes manuscript. I have always liked Julian Schnabel because of his poetry. He always breaks the pattern of genre films and extracts endless poetry from ordinary stories. Of course, Javier Bardem's divine acting is the key to moving people. . ★★★★

Before Night Falls quotes

  • Reinaldo Arenas: [narrating] Leonardo da Vinci was homosexual, so was Michelangelo, Socrates, Shakespeare, and almost every other figure that has formed what we have come to understand as beauty.

  • Reinaldo Arenas: Walking along streets that collapse from crumbling sewers. Past buildings that you jump to avoid because they will fall on you. Past grim faces that size you up and sentence you. Past closed shops, closed markets, closed cinemas, closed parks, closed cafes. Sometimes showing dusty signs, justifications: "CLOSED FOR RENOVATION," "CLOSED FOR REPAIRS." What kind of repairs? When will these so-called renovations be finished? When at last will they begin? Closed... closed... closed... everything closed. I arrive, open the countless padlocks and run up the temporary stairs. There she is, waiting for me. I pull off the cover, and stare at her dusty, cold shape. I clean off the dust and caress her. With my hand, delicately, I wipe clean her back, her base and her sides. In front of her, I feel desperate and happy. I run my fingers over her keyboard and suddenly it all starts up. With a tinkling sound the music begins, little by little, then faster; now full speed. Walls, trees, streets, cathedrals, faces and beaches. Cells, mini- cells, huge cells. Starry nights, bare feet, pines, clouds. Hundreds, thousands, millions of parrots. A stool, a climbing plant, they all answer my call, all come to me. The walls recede, the roof vanishes, and you float quite naturally. You float uprooted, dragged off, lifted high. Transported, immortalized, saved. Thanks to that subtle, continuous rhythm, that music, that incessant tap-tap.