MY LOVE AFFAIR WITH CINEMA, FROM TEN SECONDS TO HELL, HURRICANES, AND THINGS TO COME, CINEMA PARADISO, AN EDUCATION, AND DISILLUSIONMENT

The Hidden Fortress

“For me, film making combines everything. That’s the reason I’ve made cinema my life’s work. In films, painting and literature, theater and music come together. But a film is still a film.”

Akira Kurosawa

 

My love of movies

I was probably six years of age when my parents took me to see my first movie ever, at the time movie theaters didn’t allow children less than seven years of age in to the theaters, at the 8:00PM show  mainly I guess at least in my days as a child they put us in bed just after diner no later than 9:00PM, or not to disturb the adults at the theater, besides most movies were foreign movies and had subtitles, if you were too young to read there was no point to take a child to the movies. The movie I remember was Ten seconds to Hell, a movie by Robert Aldrich  with Jack Palance, and Jeff Chandler, the movie was sort of a failure, and not memorable, except to me, since it was the first of thousands of movies I have watched through the years.

Ten Seconds To Hell

Fortunately I learnt to read at five, so I could read the subtitles, now there was no television in town, a thing hard to understand to people now days , but I got to remind you this was 1959, there was no satellites even if the first Russian Sputnik was launched in October 1957, first time ever than TV signal was transmitted from a satellite wasn’t until July 23, 1962, but since in my town we lacked a tower to capture the signal, in fact not until 1968 our town got a TV tower for the first time.

So as a child I missed watching TV, but in our small town we had been watching movies since 1897 two years just after the Lumiere brothers offered their first picture to the people of Paris, and in my childhood we possessed a whooping six movie theaters, or at least three of them running continually, since one did not have a roof and run at night only for obvious reasons, (but not a drive in) aptly named “Tropical” and two of them were out of action periodically, theaters would start selling tickets at 3:30PM, and punctually at 4:00PM the magic of turning off the lights and start rolling the first movie would begin, you could adjust your watch to it, possibly the only thing that would run on time in my town!

And we had at each theater three old movies on Monday, three different on Tuesday, and Wednesday, Three more on Thursday, and Friday to Sunday two new releases, if my math is correct we had at least from 33, to around 60 different pictures,  you could choose to watch at any given week, not counting matinees who were meant for children, and that I did,  watching on the mid sixties to the early early seventies, numerous films, being at the theater four, or five times a week! An evening without going to the theater was a bore, even on school days being out of school by five we could be at a theater to catch the second picture, and stay there if we wish to do so until the end of the last picture around  midnight.

Teatro Angela Peralta

Growing Up Nurtured by Movies

Now I used to joke if it wasn’t for the big old theaters at home showing us so many movies, and a respite to our daily boredom, in a town where the only two things a young person could do was go to the beach during the mornings, and to the movies during the evenings, pretty much there was nothing else to do but to read a book, or go to a bar to drink!

I believe the movies saved many of us young people of becoming early alcoholics, sad to say but on those days there where bars everywhere, I remember a particular corner with a bar in all it’s three points, and the fourth point, the local beer brewery! Movies was an innocent healthy escape you could say, not to talk a respite to the heat as well, since few people could afford air condition, and above all, truly an education on cinema, a window to the world seen on celluloid, in a time when communication with the outside world meant to be able to travel. Going to the movies on the other hand, was relatively cheap, around 35, 0r 40 cents depending on the theater.

And what a first class cinema education I got, the rich fare we were served, through our theaters we saw every movie made around the globe, not only by Hollywood, but French, Italian, British, Swedish, German, Japanese, Spanish, Indian, Mexican, Argentinian, Brazilian, and anybody who could make a movie, somehow slowly but surely the heavy canisters of the rolls of celluloid would reach our theaters, and were loaded into the big old projectors. In my opinion the golden age of cinema was reached on the late fifties, through most of the sixties, and had been a long slow decline since, to the point that long after I ceased to go to the theaters, in the early eighties, and renting them instead to watch at home, and finally cancelled my Netflix account quite a few years ago, now days I ever hardly watch a movie, and haven’t been to a theater in ages, by that I do not mean good movies are no longer made, they do, not just that often.

Old movie projector

Cinema Paradiso

I saw Cinema Paradiso on video, some years after it was released in 1988, already somewhat disenchanted with the mass production of movies on a totally corporate business like, industrial line of production, not that old movies were not done that way, but wised up by age, disillusioned, with the so named seventh art, maybe too much of a cynic. One of the reasons for the success of Cinema Paradiso, no doubt was that Toto’s story it’s for many of us who grew up in a small town, our own story, people like me who  left for good their small town, in  an age where people abandoned their small towns to go to the big cities to study, or try their luck in search of work, and a better life somewhere else, and the local movie theater was the window that provided the necessary inspiration to look for bigger horizons.

Toto & Alfredo in Cinema Paradiso

And we share the same story with some variants no doubt, but pretty much on the same lines, leaving a young High school sweetheart behind, family, and friends, to face life in the big city, with farther, and farther in between visits to home, and family, and when back, the heartbreak from seeing the abandoned remains of the old movie houses, where we spend our childhood, for so many hours dreaming…

Abandoned Old Teather.

My Story, A Matinee, and Things to Come

Only twelve years of age on September 26 1965, a Sunday my elder brother and myself did what we used to do every Sunday morning, and that was to go to the matinee that started a 10:00AM. every Sunday, it matter little to us what movies were playing, as long we had not see them yet, we used to go along with three or more friends, little did matter also that the day was sort looking like rain was coming, in those days without satellites to track the weather they relied on weather balloons that would send up every day sketchy weather information, our mother hesitated a little before letting us go, since it looked like a storm was about to hit  town, but we went anyway prevailing over our mother’s fears, we arrived to the old theater and there were two movies to watch, and that was all we cared, we took our seats in our favorite spot and saw the first movie without any incident worth talking, I can’t even recall what movie it was, but during the second movie an interesting old British prewar movie,  about half into it, we start noticing that the old theater roof  was having leaks of water here, and there, first slowly, but as the minutes went by, more and more water start leaking down on us, suddenly a ceiling panel with a loud noise ripped off the false ceiling, and a veritable waterfall equal to emptying a swimming pool on top of our heads come down the theater!

A Hurricane!

The movie being of interest to us took a second seat to the real show when every panel of the ceiling start being coming apart under the weight of the water accumulated, between the roof, and the false ceiling, we were exposed not only to get soaked wet, but in danger of a piece of ceiling hitting us, so we run for cover, not out of the theater as we should have done, but under the projection cabin, to protect us from the water, and the more dangerous debris from the roof, and just sat there to weather the storm and keep watching the movie, and the falling debris of the ceiling!

Theater Reforma after Hurricane

Incredible enough the movie kept playing and we didn’t abandon the protection under the cabin until every piece of the roof was gone, and the corrugated  sheets of asbestos were totally torn off by the storm, and flew away one by one, like if they were sheets of paper, still wonder where they landed, they probably did great damage!

Water kept pouring and we decided we had enough, mainly because we couldn’t see the movie anymore, there was no roof anymore, and the place look like if it was a drive inn with seats, even if the projector kept running and the light of the day, and the rain made it difficult for us to keep seeing the action on the movie, just as we started to leave the theater finally the power gave out, no doubt an electricity pole falling down somewhere, or many!

Every employee of the theater had abandoned the theater, including the projectionist, in fact we were the last to leave the now totally wrecked theater, my surprise had no end, when we descended  in to the lobby and saw the candy shop under water, and the popcorn floating around!

The theater was located in a low zone of the city, in terrain that very likely was a estuary, or a marsh, if not outright land gained from the ocean, that naturally flooded when a storm of the magnitude of Hurricane Hazel hit the city.

Luckily the employees of the theater, who obviously knew better, had deserted us for quite some time, but didn’t even lock up the theater, or turn the projector off. With water to our chest and waddling through a current of water holding ourselves cautiously from the iron works of the house’s windows along our way we reached narrow Constitution street where water was running with the force of a river rapid, and had a first hand knowledge at that moment as to the why the sidewalks on that street where that high! We solved the problem by walking back in the opposite direction from where the water was coming, and forded the current so we could come out successfully at the opposite sidewalk, crossing the street at an angle, now reflect how lucky we were of not been swept away by the strong current!

From there we reached high ground on Plaza Revolucion, right at that corner in the picture below, although the plaza didn’t look as nice as in the picture!

Catedral & plaza Revolucion

There was no a tree left standing, every heavy Indian Laurel fig laying on the ground, but to us was an adventure just crossing the park through the the jungle of fallen branches, by that time the storm had subsided, and we reached home all excited by such great adventure, in our young lives, of course mother had another view of the event, herself a victim of an earlier Hurricane adventure, my poor mother was scared out of her wits, and blaming herself for letting us go to the matinee, posted to the window through the storm in hope to see us come safe home that day, and later more terrorized by our account of the destruction of the theater, and the general mayhem at the town caused by the storm.

Aftermath

Later next day my father who was out of town arrived home, and we drove on his car avoiding all sort of obstacles, like downed trees, and big water holes, and cautiously made our way along the coast seeing the devastation of many places and kept driving until we reached a point called  Sabalo, at the time way out of town, where the lonely figure of a local character, famous for his jolly occurrences, nicknamed Pacharo,  who had recently acted on a  minor role, a little above extra, working for scale on a non talking role, along  Yul Brynner and George Chakiris on a forgetful movie named Kings of the Sun, filmed on location on the outskirts of our town, Pacharo who owned a palapa restaurant by the beach, and faced the storm all by himself, very little remained of his destroyed place, but he was so happy to see us, being the first people to be able to reach his place since the day before the storm, he recognized us and yelled my father’s name running toward us as soon he saw us, as we got out of the car to talk to him, in character with his recent movie exploits he exclaimed: I withstood the storm all alone; Like Attila frente a Roma! (Sign of the Pagan) thing that provoke all the members of our family to laugh, and remember through the years Pacharo’s ordeal.

Aftermath of Hurricane Hazel

Palapa Wiped Up By Storm

 Pacharo with Yul Brynner and George Chakiris

Sign_of_the_Pagan

Not My First One

It was not even my first Hurricane, I had a first seat from a window at home, as a witness of great mayhem occasioned by a Hurricane in 1958 or 1959? When I was only five or six years of age and our house’s windows faced another park, and saw every huge Indian Laurel tree in the park being lifted in to the air pulled by the roots like a carrot, and crash with an uproar, like thunder sound, just fifty feet from our house, meanwhile I watched my father and an elder cousin who where trying to rescue my mother who had the bad idea just before the Hurricane hit, to go and fetch up a bag of coffee at the grocery store for breakfast that day, mother spent most of the hurricane a block from home holding in to the iron bars of a window until  my father and cousin could rescue her, and brought her back home safe, a home that no longer exist, and was located in front of the park on the upper right corner in relation to the park (middle) in the picture below.

Neither those Hurricanes were the last ones, been on six Hurricanes through my life, however non as exciting as the two first ones, for many years between our friends who participated on that faithful matinee in September, try to figure out what was the name of the movie we never finished, the main problem being because at that age we cared little to read the credits, all we wanted was for the credits to end soon, so we could start watching the movie, that and the fact we didn’t knew the original title in English, on those days the translators would change the original name and give it any name they saw fit, or they  pleased, as an example the Sound of Music was translated as La Novicia Rebelde! (The Rebel Novice)  go figure!

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H.G. Wells

Well, after almost fifty years later could figure it was Things to Come (also known in promotional material as H. G. Wells’ Things to Come) is a 1936 British black-and-white science fiction film from United Artists, produced by Alexander Korda, directed by William Cameron Menzies, and written by H. G. Wells. The film stars Raymond Massey, Ralph Richardson, Cedric Hardwicke, Pearl Argyle, and Margaretta Scott.

Thanks to the Internet, and Youtube could solve the mystery,  we went to a matinee to watch Things to Come, and what it come was a Hurricane!

Ironically in my town, the oldest of all the theaters, was the only one to survive, and after it’s almost total destruction by another Hurricane in 1975 was beautifully restored and you can appreciate it on the third picture, now the place for all kinds of cultural events.

Things-to-Come-UK-poster

Wonderful Memories

I have wonderful memories of the great many movies I had watched through the years of my life, even if now days hardly watch a movie, tired of the direction movies in general have gone, some people mainly young ones, sometimes try to talk me into watching this movie, or that other one, rarely if I do, care too much about it, at least not as I did so many years ago, I guess I have changed,  lost that sense of wonderment you carry as a young person, and look at things, and life with different eyes, I will not go to specifics, too well known by many, and in fairness there is a few movies made that are good, and enjoyable no doubt, but I am no more the same small child who looked in wonderment from my seat, in the cool darkness, and silence of the old theaters, with devotion like in a temple, to the magical reflection on the screen that opened new worlds of discovery to my young eyes, and imagination.

Omar Sharif was a small dot riding out of a desert mirage to join Peter O'Toole

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57 Responses to MY LOVE AFFAIR WITH CINEMA, FROM TEN SECONDS TO HELL, HURRICANES, AND THINGS TO COME, CINEMA PARADISO, AN EDUCATION, AND DISILLUSIONMENT

  1. cindy knoke says:

    Fascinating & wonderful photos!

  2. sherazade says:

    “Nuovo Cinema Paradiso” the correct tiro e.
    Bellissime recensioni.
    Complimenti
    Shera

  3. macalder02 says:

    Excellent Cinema Paraiso. The photos are great. I loved it.

  4. Jennie says:

    Long and wonderful post. Love the photos. Oh, how I can relate. My little sister and I walked to the movie theater every Sunday, a long walk to downtown, something parents today would never do. We had one dollar. That covered the cost of 35 cents for each ticket and 15 cents for each box of popcorn. The best and important part was the wonderful movies we saw. Thank you!

  5. Fascinating stories. I know what it is like being raised on stage and theatre. Because my grandfather, uncle,and mother were actors, they took me to see Broadway plays when we lived in New York from the time I was four years old. When I was a little older, my father took me to the movies every Saturday. I believe our lives were richer with these experiences. We never ran into a hurricane however. That would make a film of its own!

    • theburningheart says:

      I guess it could make some sort of B movie horror fantasy, however at the age of twelve, it was more like an adventure movie, imagine seeing first the waterfalls of the pools of water accumulated on the false ceiling, rushing down as the panels gave up, with a roaring noise, then seeing the roof being tear down sheet by sheet flying away until there was no roof at all, then going out of the theater to find the whole place flooded like the Titanic, or the Poseidon adventure, then fighting the rushing waters coming down the streets like a river rapids, and last going through a jungle of fallen branches from the knock down trees at the plaza, we could have chosen a safer different route, instead of going through the plaza, but being children, no way! 🙂

      Thank you for your lovely comment! 🙂

  6. natuurfreak says:

    Excellent post and great photos

  7. Christy B says:

    I enjoyed your personal accounts of the movies near and dear to your heart 🙂 Now I have an important question… Which would you rather do in a night: watch a movie or read part of a book? 🙂

    • theburningheart says:

      If you reread the last paragraph of the post your question will be answered, in fact there is many years, maybe ten or so, I haven’t been in to a theater, also cancel my Netflix account quite a few years ago, since it was a waste of my money, every time I will try to watch a movie would fall sleep in ten minutes, same with TV, throw the damn thing away when cable companies forced that little converter box on us, since the only channel I would watch occasionally was PBS, and couldn’t get the signal when the PBS building is fifteen minutes walk from my residence!
      It’s now over twenty years that I don’t drive, so I could read my books on my long commute to work, also when it’s slow at work, and that is frequently, I read, since my job allow me to do so, I got at least three books at a time that I am currently reading at all times, unfortunately at home it’s the place I read the least, since my time is occupied with chores, I am an old bachelor, and whatever I do not take care, nobody does, cleaning, cooking, and all the menial chores a household requires, My computer, Twitter, and blogging mainly take care of the rest of my time, On my days off I go to a cafe and read a lot..

      Sorry I am an INFJ and get carried away with my writing!
      I got your book coming on the mail.
      Have a nice day Christy! 🙂

      • Christy B says:

        OH I adore that you answered my question in that last paragraph of your blog post. I see it all clearly now, as though it were written in a book 😉 Your insatiable appetite for reading is like my own and I think that’s one of the points where we really connect. I also know that reading keeps us from blogging sometimes and me from my chores too. I do watch TV and movies too but reading is my top choice 🙂 OH WOW, I hope you like the book and I’m excited you will hold a copy soon in your home. It’s like we kind of get to meet!

      • theburningheart says:

        Yes I loved movies as a child and Toto’s story of Cinema Paradiso it’s my story, and figure many other people of my generation who grew up going to the theaters to watch movies, in small towns, before our days that with the click of a button you can be watching almost anything you want. Although not many as a child had my experience of living, how should I said this? The Poseidon adventure, or escaping from the Titanic out from your theater during a Hurricane! 🙂
        Unfortunately I realize now I should have titled my post differently, most people do not read it thinking it’s another long winded review about old movies, that’s not only old news, but there is too many bloggers who wanting to try their skills as critics, write movie reviews of dubious interest.
        Yes, movies had not only take a back seat to my interest, you could say they have exited through the back door from my life!
        Got no time for bad movies when there is so many great books to read, hope soon I will be able to have yours in my hands!

        Thank you Christy! 🙂

  8. I have the impression that an excellent and somehow unbelievable film could be made from your experiences, which remind me somewhat of Salvatore di Vita!:) For me going to the cinema in my childhood was an exception, but in our film club we are frequently offered old films and at the moment Roberto Rosselini is on the program. It was a real pleasure to read your post with your great pictures. Thanks and best regards Martina

    • theburningheart says:

      I guess so, the thing about Cinema Paradiso is that it resonate with many men from my generation who grew up on a small town, and move to the big cities in order to make a living, at a time when the movie theater was your only connection to a broader world.

      Yes I admit that the experience of been in a theater during a Hurricane, and seeing the theater destroyed by it, would be hard to beat!
      It’s now a fond memory of mine, and a tribute to my young love affair with cinema.
      Thank you Martina for your nice comment! 🙂

  9. BroadBlogs says:

    Interesting relating cinema to these real-life pictures.

  10. kutukamus says:

    Impressive, TBH, you still remember your ‘early encounters’ 🍸 (I was born in the 60’s, with barely some recollections of my first movies). And ‘Things to Come’ turned out to be a hurricane? My, how frighteningly fit! But really, ‘Sound of Music’ became ‘La Novicia Rebelde’ (The Rebel Novice)? Now this is strange! 🙂

    • theburningheart says:

      Scientist now figure out our memory it’s selective, from a group of people who witnessed an event, few will remember things the same way, it depend on what are the particular things that interest you the most, or the ones that impressed you at the time.
      In all honesty at twelve years of age, I wasn’t frighten a single second, by the contrary I was very excited by the whole thing, it was like taking part in a great adventure, better than any movie! 🙂
      Yes in those days not only translated titles of pictures, but sometimes they would change slightly the words of the actors in the translation, like suppressing insults, and bad words, by more benign ones, or cut too daring erotic scenes, I got no idea if still do that or not.

      Thank you for commenting! :-).

  11. Dina says:

    What a delight to read your post and enjoy the photography! 🙂
    Have a wonderful weekend, Dina

  12. J.D. Riso says:

    You sure do have a colorful history with the cinema. Thank you for this peek into your life story.

  13. tmezpoetry says:

    I simply can’t image live effects like a hurricane blowing off the roof during a movie…sheesh lol. Loved the post, very interesting. It wasn’t until my later twenties that I became interested in foreign films and now I love them, all kinds from everywhere. Although when younger the French films had a special appeal, so different and less restrained like the American films. Well I shouldn’t say that because in the Seventies, the many American movies were really provocative and pushing the limits at that time.

    • theburningheart says:

      Better than watching any catastrophe movie for sure, and the blowing of the roof was just a prelude, exiting the theater, and practically swimming out of the destroyed theater, meanwhile the popcorn floated around you, going from window, to window in order not to be swept by the strong storm wind, and the water current, until we reached high ground, meanwhile the storm still roared around us, and fording a main street when a river of water was running through it like white rapids, in order to reach the opposite sidewalk, plus going through a small forest of fallen trees brought down by the storm, how you would ever forget that?

      Yes, when young we were privileged to watch so many foreign movies,black and white, now mainly forgotten, and many lost forever, yes in the seventies they come with fresh and innovative ideas, unfortunately they run out of steam, the cost of making a movie, from high, went astronomical, and so many failed movies, brought a policy from the studios to make repetitive, and safe movies from a corporate mentality, to make money as a bottom line, period. No more experiments and Auteur freedom from directors to do what they pleased, except for few exceptions.

      Thank you for commenting we appreciate it! 🙂

  14. Yo amo el cine, pero no sé tanto como tú, gracias por compartir.
    Aprovecho este espacio para decirte que tu comentario en “Los tres Reyes Magos,¿Eran Reyes?” por algún error de dedo, se me borró, ya estaba empezando a contestarlo, pero no lo pude recuperar, una lástima, porque era un comentario con una gran riqueza de conocimientos.

    Lo que sigue es lo que empecé a responder, pero ya no pude seguir ¿sería posible que volvieras a comentar? es algo con muchos datos importantes.

    “Muchas gracias por tu aportación, es otra forma de ver ese evangelio.
    En cuanto a que no era judío, de raza parece que sí, pero de religión, era cristiano de los primigenios, los evangelios son cristianos, aunque con tradición judía en el trasfondo”..

    Te diré que tu comentario originó un intercambio de opiniones de hora y media, con alguien que sabe mucho sobre el tema, también aportándome muchos conocimientos.

    Abrazos de luz

    • theburningheart says:

      Me has dado mucho trabajo Silvia Eugenia, pero iremos por partes.

      Primeramente debes de saber que la existencia de todos los Evangelistas como Mateo, Lucas, Marcos y Juan es tan dudosa, como la exitencia de Jesus mismo! 🙂

      Claro alguien escribio los Evangelios, pero no fueron escritos sino muchos años despues de la supuesta muerte de Jesus. El primer Evangelio piensan que fue el de Marcos y no fue escrito hasta el año 70, el de Mateo por los 80s y el de Lucas por los 90s lo mismo que el de Juan, aunque algunos consideran que no fue escrito hasta el año 110, de la Era Cristiana.

      Lo que es muy probable es que el tal Mateo haya sido un Judio agriegado, como dirias hoy de una persona que ama lo Frances, es un afrancesado, o Judios que fueron educados por los Griegos, o que vivian en Grecia, en ese tiempo los Griegos tenian mucha influencia en esas latitudes, y el Griego era hablado por mucha gente en Judea, me entiendes?.

      Ya que los Evangelios originalmente no fueron escritos en Hebreo, ni en Arameo,, sino en Griego!

      Lo cual ya en si da mucho que pensar..! 🙂

      • Perdón por el trabajo que te he dado, sólo te aclaro que soy “serunserdeluz”, Silvia Eugenia Ruiz Bachiller, no Berkana.
        Todo esto que me dices ya lo conocía, no lo he publicado, porque no es uno de mis principales temas, aunque me atrae mucho y lo he investigado desde hace años.
        Te pedí que volvieras a poner tu comentario en mi post, porque son conocimientos que estás aportando y es bueno que mis lectores los tomen en cuenta., tienes mucho que aportar en el tema (entre otros muchos).
        Mi post era un poco superficial, porque el tema da para varios libros, de si existieron los apóstoles y quiénes y cuándo escribieron los evangelios, para empezar, y si comparamos a los 4 evangelistas, pues da para más.
        Te agradezco te hayas tomado el trabajo de volver a comentar, ya respondí a lo que pusiste en mi blog y gracias de nuevo.
        Abrazos de luz.

      • theburningheart says:

        Mil perdones a ti, por mi error Silvia Eugenia.

        En cuanto a lo que dices, tienes mucha razon el tema es muy extenso, yo he escrito sobre el tema dos veces y son probablemente las mas largas piezas que he escrito, y seguramente no dije lo suficiente. 🙂

        Si te interesa aqui esta:

        https://konekrusoskronos.wordpress.com/2012/08/30/the-changing-face-of-jesus-myth-vs-a-historicized-life-of-jesus-and-a-new-spirituality-gnosticism/

        https://konekrusoskronos.wordpress.com/2010/08/22/jesus-history-myth-reality/

      • Creo que es un tema que da para muchos libros muy extensos, sobre todo si se le estudia desde diferentes puntos de vista.
        Para mí es un tema muy delicado y sólo hablo de él cuando me veo forzada y llega un momento en que lo abandono, porque confieso que es el tema en el que no puedo ser objetiva.
        Gracias por los enlaces, los anoto.

      • theburningheart says:

        Claro estos temas son muy extensos una vida no seria suficiente para agotarlos, tomando en cuenta que es una Historia de muchos pueblos atraves de las Eras, y como tu mencionas con muchos angulos diferentes.

        Gracias Silvia Eugenia, parece que estos temas nos apasionan a los dos, asi es que seguiremos en contacto! 🙂

      • Por supuesto intercambando conocimientos e ideas.
        Abrazo de luz

  15. Maria F. says:

    Great post! When it comes to the big screen, I tend to prefer fine arts films, because they’re made for the love of art and not for becoming ‘blockbusters’. I rarely watch anything that’s not made from a fine arts point of view.

    A funny thing happened with me and Woody Allen. I didn’t like any of his movies, until I saw his last one: “Café Society”. I finally liked one of them, because on this one, for me, he was able to focus on the characters, and not on his neurosis. There is always that narrative monologue that has that existential overtone, but on this latest movie of his, it’s no longer so focused on his persona. It has become a truly philosophical movie, which is an accomplishment.

    • theburningheart says:

      Yes, in all honesty I have ceased to go to the theaters since somewhere in the eighties,but very occasionally will go since, it’s maybe six, or seven years I have not been in a theater, and I started to rent them instead since the early 90s, but cancel my Netflix at least seven years ago, because i rarely could stand to watch a movie for ten,
      or twenty minutes without either losing interest in the movie, or falling sleep!
      I got rid of the TV as well, since the cable companies forced you to put a converter, or paid for cable years ago, since I couldn’t watch PBS anymore when their station in town it’s a fifteen minutes walk from my place!
      Yes I agree with you no point to see a movie if it’s not some fine arts, or indie movie, and you are right about Woody Allen, he become repetitive talking about his neurosis.

      Thank you Maria for your nice comment, my best wishes for you, :-).

  16. anne leueen says:

    Your final photo from Lawrence of Arabia is one of my favourites. David Lean had such courage in leaving the shot for what seemed like minutes as the black figure approached.

    • theburningheart says:

      Well, David lean in my opinion, one of the best Directors of Epic movies ever, Lean was voted 9th greatest film director of all time in the British Film Institute Sight & Sound “Directors’ Top Directors” poll in 2002. Nominated seven times for the Academy Award for Best Director, which he won twice for The Bridge on the River Kwai and Lawrence of Arabia, he has three films in the top five of the British Film Institute’s Top 100 British Films, And was awarded the AFI Life Achievement Award in 1990,and Lawrence of Arabia is one oft he finest movies I had ever seen.
      Thank you for your comment! 🙂

      • anne leueen says:

        Lean was a film editor and it is said that when he shot movies he already had the editing in mind so he would shoot it almost pre edited!

      • theburningheart says:

        Yes, he was very accomplished, and he started at the bottom as a Tea boy, and went through the whole process of making a movie, including editing, and I guess, it’s one of the reasons he become so good at it. 🙂

      • anne leueen says:

        It is marvelous to “chat” with a knowledgeable film enthusiast.

      • theburningheart says:

        You are very kind, I am not a professional critic, or anything like that, but during my youth you can say I saw a lot of them! 🙂

  17. ANM7 says:

    A wonderful post. So much adventure in it, like a movie. I love the movies and too am beginning to see something of worship in the watching of them. Have as a result formulated many theories about the pastime. Valuable insights. Helpful in comprehending my humanity. You sound Hispanic. Are you? Not attempting, wishing to pigeon hole but made curious by the photos. At first, you see, thought I was reading a post written by some one in America, thinking the town a small USA town.

    • theburningheart says:

      Well, as a child, and as a young man used to love movies, later on my views changed a little bit, as I matured, also movies changed I believe, and now day there is so much junk produced, I hardly ever watch a movie now.
      Yes, I grew up in those days a small town South of the border, but living now half of my life in the USA, and very possible why become a cynic, when it come to many things, not only movies.
      Thank you for your comment! 🙂

  18. natuurfreak says:

    Fascinating post with great photos

  19. reocochran says:

    This was a crazy and wild ride through cinema, families, small town and a local famous person! Thanks for this and it was really awesome how you and your brother kept watching movie when the cinema was being hit by a Hurricane! Wow!

  20. theburningheart says:

    Well, I confess that at the age of twelve the experience was exhilarating, and a great adventure, that needed to be told, somehow, and how at that age movies were so important to us, at the same time to pay a tribute to the great source of inspiration that watching all those many movies did.
    In a way several movies have been made focusing on all the diverse elements I told around my story a parallel of other stories, and a reflection of the evolution of Cinema through my life and all of us who grew like me somewhere in a World starting to become Global by sharing through the film media, what it had to offer at the time, opening our provincial, children eyes to a New World of communication, and entertainment, valuable lessons and a foundation, for who we are now, and that we look back at it with nostalgia of a gone time.
    Thank you for your interest. and your comment, it’s appreciated! 🙂

  21. Your weblog is extraordinary. You address the big questions, such as time. It is relative: Proust, Thomas Mann… Manichaeism is bit categorical. Fine posts. Thank you.

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