La vida secreta de las palabras

This past week's outtings have been pretty fabulous. JD and I caught a transexual flamenco act at La Lupe in Chueca: speechless! My roommate Dani introduced us to some great spots in La Latina neighborhood, the highlight being Matias' bar where over-the-top las vegas style caberet covers of suicidal Radiohead songs can be heard: again, speechless. And, last night my lovely friend Cris (I'll post some photos soon so you all can see the lovely and talented gallegas) invited us to el cine. The feature was Isabel Coixet's latest film La vida secreta de las palabras (The Secret Life of Words).

Speechless.

It was one of the films where the wheels start turning in my head, know what I mean? A film which actually gets me excited about working on texts, and on visual culture, and on thinking about the ways in which we see things that cannot be told or said or related. A film which actually reactivated that hidden desire that I think we all have at some level to just write, without hesitation. Immensely photographic and beautifully composed, the film left me with something I'm not quite sure of yet. Different episodes kept coming in and out of mind throughout the night. A definite must see again, and a definite recommendation.

So if you're into all the strange and fantastically odd things that I'm into: pain, trauma, horror, scars, landscape, photography, memory, wounds, stories, seams and oceanography, well...check it out. You might dig it. If not, there's always Tim Robbins, Javier Camara, or a soundtrack that just about everyone should own.



Gracias Cris! Como siempre, me asombras con tu inteligencia y belleza. Besos...