Another rejection, this time via anderbo.com, for my poor story about gay footballers (wait, you say. aren't all your stories about gay footballers? most possibly, yes). I didn't have much hopes for that one cause it wasn't exactly anderbo material. In any case, I'd thought I'll start posting about these things, at the risk of turning this blog into a chronicle of my failure.
In happier news: the Esotika, Erotica, Psychotica blog reviewing Arrebato makes me very happy. It's a wonderful review, as are most on that blog. In this case I have seen the film, but sometimes I enjoy reading reviews of films I've never seen so I can imagine how they could be. Like I often enjoy writing synopsis for books that haven't been written.
Arrebato is one of those movies, well, in Spain, it is a very big deal. Unavailable for years I had to be content with reading a million essays about it during a long long time. Directors and writers I admired praised it as the most challenging Spanish movie ever made. Its director, Iván Zulueta is kind of a doomed figure. When I finally got to see it I was afraid to be dissapointed, as it often happens with movies of such great expectations. Still, Arrebato is darker and weirder and cooler than anything you can imagine beforehand. I got to watch it on cinema in a festival but watched at home on the small tv screen it is equally terrifying. And strangely exhilarating. It's also my favourite take on the old trope "cinema as vampirism". It made me afraid of Super-8. I like films that are not a representation of relality but a different reality altogether.
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