François Truffaut once said (and said well, I think) we all had a second career as well as the 'official': be critical of something. In your case, obviously, referring to the movies, but I do not exaggerate in saying that the critics' desire to exercise covers almost any expression of the human being, beyond the purely artistic. With few exceptions, all you do to political criticism, media or of what we put in front: unpresentable railed against that charge for bad directing the destinies of our countries, against the biased and crappy TV news anchor and radio against the sportswriters and against much more. A desire more cathartic than otherwise, because most of the time our point of view has a more visceral than reasoned breath. Man, I told the Greeks, is a politician. Like it or not, deny it or cover it. Of course from there to 'have to' engage in politics-or-media analysis a great distance. But the truth is that in times of globalized and virtual life, it is almost impossible to escape political and social events surrounding us. Without going any further, the revolt in the Arab world these days has more of a government (U.S., Israeli and some Europeans) very attentive and more than a romantic revolutionary (enclosetado or used) deeply excited. Thus, the overnight have arisen hundreds of enthusiastic experts in Egyptology , while Western governments hypocrites just come to discover Mubarak and Kadhafi are a couple of dictators unpresentable ... when decades ago, perhaps forever. Of course, no shortage of pessimists (me) to doubt everything.
And while the Arab world on fire, life happens and you see life pass. For deformations and hobbies, I tend to see it as a succession of images that run in front of me (and with me inside) as if it were a film. Film unfolds almost always at a higher speed with which I would like, a sort of film camera run on fast. And maybe I'm wrong, but I have come to believe that I am not the only "Raritan" sometimes I wish I had the power to stop time in certain instances or at least have access to a button that aminorare the travel speed of the film of his life. Will I like movies and that just as there are film clips that could see incessantly without my fill, there lived moments that I would keep for a long time or at least enjoy slow motion to extend, whether the notional time enjoyment .
And I like movies more than once I've written some texts which played the film review. Just for the sheer pleasure of putting in words the emotions provoked by a film. That was yesterday. I have not do it. When I started reading more and more film reviews professionals, an unusual kind of shame came over me and went away from that practice, which I loved (like me). So many good films I saw last year. Many worthy of my words stolen from Emilio Garcia Riera film is better than life ... and even then tried to write about them. And today almost write about one that I saw last weekend. Not the best movie you've seen lately, because at first glance but is neither documentary film: Presumed Guilty . The film, the Mexican film that everyone speech. Even more, Sadly, from the political columns that film. Documentary non-fiction that puts on the screen what every Mexican-informed knows (or should know): that the justice system in this country is shameful, pitiful, gross, unpunished, corrupt and so on, in addition to almost always wrong . And it does so direct, simple, without resorting to blackmail, and other tics lacrimogenería cheap used. And perhaps the best: the real protagonist of the story, the suspect, never self-victimization.
in Mexico is NOT enough to be innocent be free. Because in Mexico, we might add, prosecutors need not prove guilt, but that the accused must prove his innocence and even if the show may be convicted of a crime not committed. I think this dialogue, short and simple, best sums up my whole talk the degree of ineffectiveness of the Mexican Justice System:
"- Why do you accuse me, asks Toño ( the suspect) to the Prosecutor.
- P'us because it is my day job, she says. "
Image: Presumed Guilty frame :
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"I do not care what the faux pas that makes you fall over my body "Marguerite Yourcenar 
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