<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-587616997217043289</id><updated>2011-12-18T09:01:29.144-08:00</updated><category term='cine'/><title type='text'>DavidHF</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davidhf.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/587616997217043289/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davidhf.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>David Hidalgo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15454949189330740365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>2</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-587616997217043289.post-1463580836568151249</id><published>2011-12-18T08:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-18T09:01:29.265-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cine'/><title type='text'>Reinterpretación de la sociedad</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.crazyminds.es/wp-content/uploads/strawdogs.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" width="136" src="http://www.crazyminds.es/wp-content/uploads/strawdogs.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La adaptación, &lt;b&gt;Perros De Paja (Straw Dogs)&lt;/b&gt;, dirigida por &lt;b&gt;Sam Peckinpah&lt;/b&gt; de la novela de Gordon Williams, The siege of Trencher’s farm, supuso en 1971 el nacimiento de una película extremadamente controvertida. No es fácil encontrar la razón que ha llevado al director y guionista &lt;b&gt;Rod Lurie &lt;/b&gt;(Nothing But The Truth, The Last Castle) a hacer el remake de la obra de Peckinpah. La escasez de ideas en el cine actual (sobre todo en el norteamericano) podría ser una opción bastante probable. Rod Lurie asegura, por su parte, que su intención era presentar la historia, tomando como base la novela de Gordon Williams, desde una perspectiva mas optimista. Aún así considerar la película de Rod Lurie (podéis ver el trailer aquí) como completamente independiente a la de Sam Peckinpah sería poco menos que un insulto para quien busque un juicio crítico y no tanto para quien la quiere ver como quien se come unas palomitas y se bebe una cocacola tamaño gigante.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David Summer (James Marsden), un guionista de Hollywood, y su mujer, Amy (Kate Bosworth), actriz, dejan atrás la ciudad de Los Angeles para pasar unas vacaciones en la casa donde Amy creció, en un pueblecillo de Misisipi. El refinado y elegante David parece no adaptarse del todo a los nuevos aires, sobre todo a la pandilla de nativos que además arreglan su tejado, entre ellos el antiguo novio de Amy, Charlie (Alexander Skarsgård). El conflicto va empeorando hasta que David deja de lado sus principios no violentos enzarzándose en una brutal pelea cuando Charlie y sus colegas borrachos intentan asaltar su casa.&lt;br /&gt;El remake de Rod Lurie supone, ante todo, una poco efectiva adaptación del discurso de Peckinpah, fatalista respecto a la violenta y cruel naturaleza humana, a un discurso mucho mas simplista. Lurie cambia una película desagradable y sórdida, aunque trascendente, por un envoltorio más bonito pero vacío. Tampoco hay que quitarle mérito, ya que da unas casi dos horas de entretenido espectáculo. Pero en su inevitable comparación no deja de ser una artificiosa película de acción frente a una obra reflexiva y original. Salvo un par de excepciones, como la secuencia del asalto, todo son situaciones y secuencias más que vistas que no aportan nada nuevo y que sobre todo no hacen justicia a los mecanismos de Peckinpah para generar asfixiante tensión. La interpretación no es muy destacada, a excepción de Alexander  Skarsgård (True Blood, Melancholia) que lo hace notablemente bien. Eso si, la película cuenta con una lograda fotografía.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En esta nueva versión el conflicto base se reduce a una simple lucha del héroe contra su antagonista, dejando unos personajes caricaturizados que pecan de estereotipo. Peckinpah planteaba una situación ambigua y mórbida sin un posicionamiento claro, donde, en especial, el personaje de David tenía un fondo mucho mas complejo y un desequilibrio presente desde el principio que desencadenaba en demencia total (esa sonrisilla al final de la película). La película de Lurie, por su parte, establece desde el principio unos límites claros entre el bien y el mal, arrancando con una intro musical que ilustra el bello pero hostil pueblo y después a David, que a pesar de su pijerío se intenta ganar al espectador; y Amy conduciendo camino del pueblo en su Jaguar a toda velocidad con la radio (con lo que entiendo es Kiss FM) a todo volumen.  El personaje de David Summer se mantiene prácticamente estático durante toda la película hasta el conflicto final, dejando su punto de inflexión hacia la violencia no muy justificado. El personaje de Amy es tratado, en principio, con mas integridad (por muy buen director que fuese Peckinpah no se salva de misógeno) y demuestra que en realidad sí quiere a su marido. Aunque el final en sí es el mismo, la película se focaliza totalmente bajo la perspectiva de David y Amy, sugiriendo una venganza igual de violenta, pero más legítima.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Además de la reinterpretación formal la película supone también una reinterpretación de los valores (más bien contravalores) que sostenía la original. Mientras antes David era un matemático renegado de la guerra de Vietnam, ahora es un escritor que reflexiona sobre el coraje de los soviéticos en la batalla de Stalingrado. Peckinpah plantea que, hasta en el intelectual hombre de ciencias más integrado subyace una naturaleza de supervivencia violenta, que evoluciona aquí en un intelectual hombre, pero de letras, y que pierde todo su decoro bajo presión dando rienda suelta a su violencia acumulada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quizá la película de Peckinpah fuese violencia pura pero como decía Marshall McLuhan&lt;i&gt; el medio no es más que una extensión del individuo&lt;/i&gt;, y la grandeza de revolvernos el estómago de la película de Peckinpah reside en destapar ese pundonor que maquilla la pérdida de valores en la sociedad. Tal vez no del todo como remake, pero sí como reinterpretación de esos valores, la película de Rod Lurie está completamente acertada, pues maquilla el film con ese decoro en su totalidad, haciendo de extensión de la sociedad correctamente… Con forma, pero sin fondo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;original extraída del artículo en &lt;a href="http://www.crazyminds.es/2011/12/16/straw-dogs-perros-de-paja-rod-lurie-2011/"&gt;http://www.crazyminds.es/2011/12/16/straw-dogs-perros-de-paja-rod-lurie-2011/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/587616997217043289-1463580836568151249?l=davidhf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davidhf.blogspot.com/feeds/1463580836568151249/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=587616997217043289&amp;postID=1463580836568151249' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/587616997217043289/posts/default/1463580836568151249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/587616997217043289/posts/default/1463580836568151249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davidhf.blogspot.com/2011/12/reinterpretacion-de-la-sociedad.html' title='Reinterpretación de la sociedad'/><author><name>David Hidalgo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15454949189330740365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-587616997217043289.post-5910841020111681272</id><published>2008-09-21T18:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-13T09:33:23.554-08:00</updated><title type='text'>BAR WITH FIGHT</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;BAR WITH FIGHT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;By David Hidalgo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;     &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;One&lt;/span&gt; - Dwayne's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;  Dwayne spent his whole life looking for Lakeisha, and then, when finally he has found her, it isn't a very good moment to say "hello".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;   Dwayne was hitting the head of a man in a small bar in a small street of London.  Dwayne never was a good fighter, actually, he always lost. He was the kind of kid who always have his lunch stolen from him by the bigger boys in school, or the kind of boy who can't talk with the girl that he loves. But one time he was lucky. Dwayne met a girl called Lakeisha when he was twelve, they were in love. It was something to remember forever. Dwayne had found his own place in the world, in the path of the life. Is something that you want to hold forever. But, unfortunately, she moved to London. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Anyways, Dwayne was punching the head of that man, he was very angry, like if a big bear was growing inside him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; "Oh, Stop Man!" yelled the man, "I didn't want to do that!."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; "But you did it!" Replied Dwayne.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; But suddenly a little low and beautiful voice between the people who was watching the fight said "Stop now, please, you're gonna kill him!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; Quietly the big bear inside Dwayne fell sleep. Something inside him was removed, something sweet. He thought that the voice sounded familiar. Dwayne turned his head and saw the brilliant and curly yellow hair of Lakeisha, it was about ten years longer, and ten years prettier in herself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;"He is my brother..." She said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; Dwayne stopped, and his heart almost did too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; "Fuck!" He thought, something arrived to his mind, from the past, that man wasn't a stranger, the first memory was his name. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;And he said "A... Are you Mortimer?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; "Yes, I am." Said the man while the blood was sliding between his teeth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; An uncomfortable silence grew in the ambient for 10 seconds which seemed like ten years. Ten years of searching at last finished... not all that well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;"Dwayne?" Said Lakeisha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;   &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Two&lt;/span&gt; - Mortimer's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;It was a very long hard day for Mortimer. Hard as his heart. Through the last ten years Mortimer felt how his heart was tightening. Who knows why, maybe too few friends. You can have a lot of people who listen to you, but only a few of them understand you, sometimes none. Those things harden the heart. Mortimer felt so alone, in the cold night of the cold London City. He only had his sister Lakeisha, who took care of him.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Actually, Mortimer never had really good friends, but one time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;They were two shy quite kids in the school, Mortimer and Dwayne. Dwayne could understand Mortimer. Also Dwayne was his sister's boyfriend. After that Mortimer moved to London. It was a long time ago, when he was a child. Mortimer could still remember Dwayne running behind the moving truck. Since that time Mortimer feels that he needs something inside him, at least a short conversation with Dwayne, however. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Mortimer came into the bar that night. There was a group of old men chatting, and away, a man having a beer, with such a sad look. Mortimer's sister was arriving in 5 minutes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;"Is yours the Dodge Caliber in the parking lot?" said Mortimer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;"Yes, it is." said the man, who, by the way, was called Dwayne.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;"Mhm... I just have crashed into your car, sorry man." said Mortimer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;"What tha fuck!," said Dwayne, "It was completely new!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;You know... two men with sad background, living desperate days, no future, looking for the way to escape, not matter who, not matter when, not matter how. They want to finish all that, better wildly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;So Dwayne stood up and kneed Mortimer in the package. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Far away from an a apology, Mortimer broke part of the glass of beer in Dwayne's shoulder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;After that, a fight. Blood. Relief. During 5 minutes. Then, a beautiful woman come into the bar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Lakeisha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Three&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Dwayne knows that it isn't a very good moment to say "hello".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;He says "It has been so long... well... how is it going?" Really, he can't think clearly right now, with his old friend below him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Like if Lakeisha didn't hear that, she shouts "Oh my god, he has to go to an hospital!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Mortimer stands up and says "I'm not too bad"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;"Sorry man, seriously." Says Dwayne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;"No, no, look your shoulder, I'm so sorry" says Mortimer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;"You guys must go to a hospital, right now!" says Lakeisha again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;"Well I have my car right out there" Says Dwayne with a foolish smile looking at Lakeisha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Everybody knew that Dwayne and Mortimer were known in the village because their bittersweet humor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;"Yeah! But I don't think you will be able to start the engine, man, hah!" Says Mortimer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;The End&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/587616997217043289-5910841020111681272?l=davidhf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davidhf.blogspot.com/feeds/5910841020111681272/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=587616997217043289&amp;postID=5910841020111681272' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/587616997217043289/posts/default/5910841020111681272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/587616997217043289/posts/default/5910841020111681272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davidhf.blogspot.com/2008/09/relato-corto-en-ingles.html' title='BAR WITH FIGHT'/><author><name>David Hidalgo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
