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Foreign Film Festival

So I’ve added to my “about me” list this obsession for foreign films. It all started back in my college Spanish class when I first viewed “Women on the Verge of a Nervous Breakdown.” This was later followed by “Run Lola Run.” The love affair was rekindled several months ago when I found a copy of “Lucia, Lucia” in Big Lots for $2. Foreign films carry a different perspective on life than American films. It’s hard to explain unless you’ve seen one. They have a way of wrapping around your brain and not letting go.

I had an idea several months ago to start a foreign film festival in my livingroom. My television loves the idea. It gives it a purpose for more than just football season (and I DO love my football!). So, today, Nadia and I parked ourselves on the couch surrounded by four dogs and read subtitles until we were cross-eyed.

We watched Tortilla Soup, Good-Bye Lenin, Sexo, Pudor y Lagrimas, and Hable con Ella. Each was good…each was unique…each left an imprint on me. My afternoon has taken me from the dinner table of a Mexican-American family to a capitalist East Berlin (in the form of Coca-Cola and Burger King) to the apartments of dysfunctional couples in Mexico city to a convalescence home in Spain.

Ah…a lovely Saturday afternoon and evening complete with a gourmet Taco Bell dinner and candles glowing along the mantle. I am happy.

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Christy said…
Lovely! What a blissful afternoon!
7:29 PM
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