Kike Gavilan’s Egotrip

Hay una escena en “Where the Wild things Are” que me gusta mucho. Un dialogo entre uno de los “wild things” y Max. Sirve en la película entre otras cosas para mostrar cómo los wild things son emocionalmente complejos, con un pasado emocional y con capacidad de empatía. Y es un diálogo sobre lo que hay más allá de nosotros.

Max y Carol van caminando entre dunas y el diálogo va más o menos así:

Carol: this part of your kingdom is not so good

Max: why?

Carol: Look this used to be all rock and now it’s sand and then it’s gonna be dust and then the whole island will be dust and then I don’t even know what comes after dust.

Max: Carol, did you know the sun was going to die?

Carol: what?  I never heard that.

Pause

Carol: C’mon that can’t happen. You’re the king and…look at me! I’m big! How could guys like us worry about a tiny little thing like the sun.

Así está el diálogo. Y me hizo recordar una frase del tío Pasitos. El tío Pasitos es el tío chihuahuense de un buen amigo. Creo que vive en la sierra de Chihuahua.   

Si la conversación de Max hubiera sido con el tío Pasitos, hubiera acabado así:

Max: Tío Pasitos, did you know the sun was going to die?

Tío Pasitos: Qué?

Pausa

Tío Pasitos:…No pinchi sol!…Cabrona la luna que aluza de noshe!

Aquí está la escena en youtube.

A lo mejor porque me identifico con Max; o porque identifico a Quique de 8 años con él; o poque “the wild things” viven dentro de mí, y como en la película buscan desesperadamente un líder que los ayude a vivir en paz, felices y entendiéndose unos a otros; pero la película de “Where the Wild Things Are” me encantó. Es una película extraordinaria.

El director Spike Jonze ya me ha dejado inspirado y feliz con otras de sus películas. “Being John Malkovich” me parece una película increíblemente creativa. Y en “Where the Wild Things Are” queda claro que no le tiene miedo a su creatividad y que primero que nada le interesa hacer buen cine.

La música, por si fuera poco, es también maravillosa. Y Max, el niño que hace el papel de Max, que por cierto también se llama Max en la vida real, es un pequeño Robert Downey Jr. Un pequeño Sean Penn. Extraordinario actor que no necesita decir nada para transmitirnos lo que siente y lo más importante de la escena. Le basta una mirada. Un gesto.

Véanla. Van a salir inspirados y felices.

Maybe because I see myself in Max; or because I see my 8-year old self in him; or because “the wild things” live inside me and, just like in the movie, they desperately long for a leader to guide them to live in peace, happily and understanding each other; but I loved the movie “Where the Wild Things Are”. It’s an extraordinary movie.

Director Spike Jonze had already inspired me and moved me with another one of his movies. I think “Being John Malkovich” is an incredibly creative film. And with “Where the Wild Things Are” he makes clear that he’s not afraid of being creative and that, before anything else, he is interested in making a great film.  

An added bonus is the soundtrack, which is wonderful. And Max, the kid playing Max, which name in real life is also Max, is a little Robert Downey Jr. A little Sean Penn. Great actor that can convey feelings and deliver a scene by just having the right expression on his face. Without having to even speak.

Go see it. You will leave the theatre uplifted and with a smile on your face.    

I’ve been meaning to post more but it gets difficult. I have at least three things I wanted to post about:

1. My ride over the top of Honey Springs. Seven miles all uphill. Climbs 2000 ft. And it’s really pretty there.

2. Jeremy Podeswa’s movie "Fugitive Pieces." One of the most beautiful films I’ve seen in years. The only other film I remember seeing of him is "The Five Senses" in the late 90’s and I really enjoyed that one too. But Fugitive Pieces is just incredible. Check out this trailer in youtube.  

3. The "experiment" of the Washington Post about having Joshua Bell playing at a subway station. It’s an incredibly interesting story. It really forces you to do some instrospection and you find yourself hypothesizing about why people would just ignore pure beauty. Just google "Joshua Bell subway" or go to the entire story at the washington post.

So here’s this short post that doent elaborate on any of the three things. Maybe one day I’ll give you my thoughts on the Joshua Bell experiment or my review of Fugitive Pieces (and why not, The Five Senses too).  

I guess I never mentioned that my hiccups (see posts below) actually went away after three days. It was indeed a side effect of the general anesthesia.

Way too busy at work. More than usual. More than I can manage. Hence the lack of posts. 

I watched the Oscar acceptance speech video (in youtube) of Glen Hansard and Marketa Irglova for their song Falling Slowly. It made me want to watch the movie once again. The movie, Once, again. If you haven’t seen Once, you should. I want to own that one. But I want it to be my first movie purchased digitally on the web.

I’m sick of DVDs. Especially scratched DVDs. DVDs are like CD’s: a necessary but completely ineffective step between pre-digital technology and digital technology. I never liked CDs. Ever. LP albums actually allowed for another artistic expression in the cover. The large, 15" by 15" (or whatever the actual size was or is), area of the album covers was perfect to display some art. Not the case at all with the CDs. And CDs scratch easily. And then the stupid cellophane wrap of the CDs!!!!!!!!!  I could never unwrap and open a CD in less than 15 minutes. And then the plastic case would ALWAYS break. There were many things wrong with CDs. So I’m happy I don’t have to buy another one.  Same goes for DVDs. Looking forward to the full transition to downloading movies and bypassing the DVDisk.

Magalí thinks that I should start a cycling blog. With all my comments and thoughts on pro cycling. Maybe I will. The fact is that I follow that sport very closely and I read about it almost every day. And Maga is probably bored with my comments about Damiano Cunego and Alessandro Petacchi. We’ll see.