If I were a great believer in reincarnation, I would definitely work hard to earn enough karma points to be reborn as a very attractive, well-built, multilingual and very snooty French film festival newspaper correspondent. My career would be comprised of constant travel from one film festival to another throughout the year. I would say to my friends(do film critics have friends?) " Let's have lunch after the second screening in Venice".
Last week, the universe decided to bend time and space to let me have a feel of my dream life. It sent me a message through ,Sun(the English translation of my friend's name), that there was going to be a Cine Europa Film Festival in my favorite mall. Sun and I agreed to meet on the second day of the festival, which was a Saturday, and I vowed that I would watch all the movies that were going to be screened that day until my eyes liquefied from reading the subtitles.
I showed up at the mall fifteen minutes before the first screening only to be told by Sun that she just woke up. We decided to have lunch together and to start our cinematic experience at the second screening instead. To pass the time, I had a much-needed pedicure.
The first film we saw was FC Venus, a movie from Finland. It was about relationships and used football as the metaphor for the misunderstandings between couples. The plot was forgettable but I thoroughly enjoyed the dialogue and the comic timing of the actors. While watching the movie, Sun suddenly squealed "The streets of Helsinki!"
Over the past two years, Sun has seen most of Europe. In 2005, she spent her Christmas vacation ogling Italians, Austrians and Frenchmen. Six months later, she was the exchange student of our school to Stockholm University in Sweden. She was also handed a visa that allowed her to traipse through the borders of the member-countries of the European Union.She wandered around in the Old World for about a year. Life is unfair and, out of envy, Kates and I used to refer to her as "That Bitch!".
Sun, only saw the first twenty minutes of my favorite movie in the festival, La Mome, because she had to dash off to attend class. The French film is about the life of the singer, Edith Piaf, who was noted for her powerful voice in the first half of the twentieth century. What was interesting about it was that it did not follow the conventional plotline. Scenes from her rise to and fall from fame were juxtaposed in such a way that I was able to compare the difficulties she suffered before she became a star and her struggles with her fame and her art. She eventually lost her voice, which was her life, because she pushed it too far. She had no regrets when she died. I am adopting her attitude to deal with the blunders I've made in my career.
The Leap, from Denmark bored me to smithereens. The lead character, Tobias Jacobsen, was diagnosed with a fatal illness and only had a few months to live. He then spent the rest of the screen time getting over his hang-up on jumping from a neighbor's balcony while holding a large parasol. There were interesting scenes though involving the 13-year-old Tobias making out with an adolescent ballerina. The film was supposed to convey the message that we should live life to the fullest but I wished that the lead would just drop dead so that the audience and I could watch the next movie.
The reason why I sat through the screening was because the festival was held in the priciest movie theater in the city and entrance was for free. It would have been rude of me if I did not pick up the tiny culturati nuggets that the universe had tossed in my direction.
Sun, came back in time for the final screening of the day, which was Jalla!Jalla!, a Swedish film. She also brought with her a friend, who was also an exchange student to Sweden. As soon as the movie started, Sun and her friend started to reminisce on their idyll in Sweden and recited along with the Swedish dialogue. I was bombarded with trivia on the Swedes and was told that they are a very polite people. You can literally ask a total stranger to hold your dog for ten minutes.
Jalla!Jalla! is proof that you don't need a huge budget and a big cast to make a screwball comedy. All you need is a digital video camera, a couple of penis pumps, three actors who are willing to run down the streets and jump through bushes, a script about impotence and marriage and a director who has a good sense of humor. We all had a good laugh and, judging by the audience's reaction, we Pinoys do dig European movies.
In the closing scene of the movie, the soundtrack came on. It was only after the second stanza that I realized that the song was in English. I had been listening to various languages that day and English sounded strange to me. It was as if I heard English for the first time. Trying out different things can truly give us a new perspective on the stuff we had gotten used to.