Voy a escribir en español y francés a veces para practicar estas lenguas. En mismo tiempo, voy a poner estas entradas sobre italki.com, donde pueden recibir correcciones.
Bueno, hablemos de Hereditario. Hace dos semanas, mi padre me envió un enlace a la página de IMDB sobre esta película; la vídeo y todos los comentarios sobre esta página proclaman que Hereditario ya es la película mas escalofriante de 2018. Desde luego, estaba entusiasmada. He convencido a mis amigos de acompañarme al cine hace algunos días para verla. Estaba un poco decepcionada por varias razones.
Primero, la película no logró a hacerme suspender la incredulidad - lo sobrenatural no fue el problema, fue más la historia de la familia, la cuál cuenta la madre a su primera reunión del grupo de apoyo. Me costaba creer que tanta tragedia existiría de verdad para una sola familia – una matriarca que sufre de esquizofrenia y de trastorno de identidad disociativo a la vez, y un hermano que se suicidó a causa de presiones impuestas por esta misma matriarca.
Lo improbable aumentaba a lo largo de la película. Las reacciones del padre y del hijo a la condición mental que se deteriora de la madre es un ejemplo. Un padre normal habría marchado con su hijo mucho más temprano, si fuera solamente por preocupación sobre su seguridad. No me importa cuanto el padre y el madre se aman, cuantos años habían pasado juntos. No se habría quedado allí.
Además, no me gusta que la madre se volviera en personaje no creíble. Después de su mención de las enfermedades de la matriarca, me temí que fuera a ser una de esas películas donde es finalmente revelado que el personaje principal hizo todas las malas cosas pero no se lo dio cuenta a causa de su enfermedad mental. Ya es un patrón muy aburrido en películas de terror. A favor del director, la película no se terminó así, pero hubiera preferido que la madre quedara enteramente cuerda y creíble.
Finalmente, el director tardó demasiado tiempo revelando el misterio de la película. Cuando lo hizo por fin, fue brusco y por eso no hizo el impacto intencionado. La cadencia de esta revelación en películas de terror es tan importante y si frecuentemente ruinada. La mayoría de películas revela la fuente del terror demasiado temprano y esto desenmascaramiento mata nuestro miedo de lo desconocido; para mí, esta película hizo lo opuesto, tardando demasiado hasta que su sorpresa se pudrió y nos dejó sintiendo decepcionados y confundidos.
Tuesday, June 19, 2018
Monday, June 18, 2018
I'm Back
I want to get back to blogging, particularly about my dreams, for 2 reasons:
Last night I had 2 pretty strange dreams that overflowed into each other a little. I no longer remember what order they were in, but I'll describe them briefly...
In one of them, I don't think I was any particular character - I was mainly observing. It was the rural wasteland setting of Jeepers Creepers, and I was following the titular creature guy in his large truck. I think he was hunting this blonde lady who was parked at a gas station, and I do recall my anxiety in the dream as I rooted for her, hoping that she would get away.
The monster guy had climbed into her car, picked up the purse that she had left on the passenger seat, and was sniffing its contents in the backseat of the car. The lady eventually got back into her car and, much to my surprise, clobbered the monster guy over the head with something hard and started yelling at him, shaming him for breaking into a lady's car and what did he think he was doing sniffing through someone else's purse?! She gave him a good ol' fashioned Southern talking-to, and he was cowed and awed in equal measure.
There was a sort of dream montage, and in the next scene, the same lady and the creature guy were entering this white house, very freshly and crisply painted...I had the absurd impression that they were moving in together as romantic partners.
In the next dream, I was in a hotel that had at least two large buildings that were separated from each other by a lake. Some of the anxiety from the previous dream persisted...as though I suspected that the Jeepers Creepers monster might appear to hunt me or the other hotel residents. I forget who was with me in this dream, but I was not alone. At one point, very hungry, I and my companion wandered up to the top floor of the hotel, where there was a wide-open dining hall that served McDonalds. I got up to the counter and was ordering my food when my companion informed me that the McDonalds was not taking any card payments. As I was being told this, I watched a lady at the register beside me pay with Traveler's Checks, and I felt outraged at the injustice.
"Really. So you take cash and Traveler's Checks but not card?" I asked the cashier in a voice that I would never use with a cashier in real life. The cashier shrugged.
I sighed and told my friend that I would have to go down and walk across to the far side of the other hotel building to get to the parking lot where my car was parked - because for some reason my cash was in there. I was annoyed and concerned that the McDonalds would be closed by the time I got back, since hotel food hours can be very unpredictable.
- I read somewhere that journaling about dreams makes it more likely for you to continue to have vivid dreams.
- Journaling in general is writing practice, which will hopefully make my creative works better.
Last night I had 2 pretty strange dreams that overflowed into each other a little. I no longer remember what order they were in, but I'll describe them briefly...
In one of them, I don't think I was any particular character - I was mainly observing. It was the rural wasteland setting of Jeepers Creepers, and I was following the titular creature guy in his large truck. I think he was hunting this blonde lady who was parked at a gas station, and I do recall my anxiety in the dream as I rooted for her, hoping that she would get away.
The monster guy had climbed into her car, picked up the purse that she had left on the passenger seat, and was sniffing its contents in the backseat of the car. The lady eventually got back into her car and, much to my surprise, clobbered the monster guy over the head with something hard and started yelling at him, shaming him for breaking into a lady's car and what did he think he was doing sniffing through someone else's purse?! She gave him a good ol' fashioned Southern talking-to, and he was cowed and awed in equal measure.
There was a sort of dream montage, and in the next scene, the same lady and the creature guy were entering this white house, very freshly and crisply painted...I had the absurd impression that they were moving in together as romantic partners.
In the next dream, I was in a hotel that had at least two large buildings that were separated from each other by a lake. Some of the anxiety from the previous dream persisted...as though I suspected that the Jeepers Creepers monster might appear to hunt me or the other hotel residents. I forget who was with me in this dream, but I was not alone. At one point, very hungry, I and my companion wandered up to the top floor of the hotel, where there was a wide-open dining hall that served McDonalds. I got up to the counter and was ordering my food when my companion informed me that the McDonalds was not taking any card payments. As I was being told this, I watched a lady at the register beside me pay with Traveler's Checks, and I felt outraged at the injustice.
"Really. So you take cash and Traveler's Checks but not card?" I asked the cashier in a voice that I would never use with a cashier in real life. The cashier shrugged.
I sighed and told my friend that I would have to go down and walk across to the far side of the other hotel building to get to the parking lot where my car was parked - because for some reason my cash was in there. I was annoyed and concerned that the McDonalds would be closed by the time I got back, since hotel food hours can be very unpredictable.
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