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I don't know about you guys, but I really struggle to find new films that evoke the feelings that all the great family and adventure films of the 80s and 90s could. You know, those sorts of films that really took you to another world for a couple of hours to a truly magical place where anything seemed possible. These were the films that I grew up on, fun adventures, stories of friendship and pure joy on screen. This is where I think a lot of Hollywood studios could pick up the slack on big budget original filmmaking.
Big Fish, for me, was one of the last great family, adventure films, and is one of Tim Burton's most underrated. It's cast is PHENOMENAL, nothing short of that. It is ethereal and whimsical and the story plays perfectly into Burton's hands, and has some of the most gorgeous cinematography in modern cinema. Where this is a book to screen adaptation, it still feels like one of the most original films of the 21st century. What happened to big studios pouring their heart and finances into producing pieces such as this?
Now, where the odd good film will slip through the net every now and then, family films are mostly derivative, CGI-fests with no real soul. Don't even get me started on the endless reboots, remakes and the fight to start the next big franchise. Original material should not be something to be sneered at or saved for the awards season contenders. Big Fish is proof that so-called “risky" films can be both big budget and a brilliant piece of cinema, being praised for something more than just its special FX team (of course I am not undermining the work these very talented people do, simply making a point that there can be more to modern big budget cinema than the next step up in special FX alone) and there is not enough of that these days.
I want the next iconic hero, the next unforgettable score, or the next fantastical story. Is that too much too ask?
Y no seducía desde la belleza, decía no ser digno de ella. Pensaba que le quedaba grande...
Entendía por seducir eso involuntario que se hace naturalmente sin intención alguna...
La manera de mover las manos, la atención al leer y la vergüenza al mirarse al espejo.
Los impulsos, los trazos sin miedo y la melancolía por aquel tiempo que no va a volver...
Su forma de seducir era como la de un niño: tonta, frágil, ingenua y casi siempre imperceptible...
Había llegado a ese punto en que se inmovilizaba ante un estímulo externo.
Para El, seducir era caminar mirando al suelo, evitando cualquier horizonte.
Seducía alejando al otro. Para que arriesgarse al fracaso?
Su manera de seducir era negar que aquello, para El, tal vez era una opción... #35mm