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joeratkinson
Reviews
Bolivar soy yo (2002)
A portrayal of societal stupidity through satirical humorism
What an interesting and unique film. I must admit that I have never seen such a movie. This film through the use of the soap opera genre makes a political statement that correlates the perceived failed dreams and ruined ambitions of the Bolivarian nations to a liberal portrayal of that national hero. This film portrays a region that has diluted and morphed the image of the liberator in many different ways to fit their own personal ambitions and 'self-reflexive' notions. This film boldly attempts to transcend these many interpretations to find the true nature of 'Bolivar'. Throughout this film, the only person who seemed to understand the essence of Bolivar was Bolivar (the actor) himself. Here, the one relatively 'crazy' person, seemed to be the only one who was not immersed in the madness of the media's liberator represented by the blatantly fictitious soap opera that pushed Santiago towards a justified madness. That is irony. The truth for him was not clouded by the media and the opinions of society as was the prostitute and many others who were willing to immerse themselves in a fictitious world of false history and false interpretation of the legacy of the central figure Bolivar. But really, this portrayal of the Bolivar and his dreams in Bolivar Soy Yo is probably just another interpretation. These types of differences represent society itself, which is inherently diverse and utterly un-agreeable.
This film seemed to me almost satirical in essence. It was almost to stupid to be believable, and at times I really was not sure if the actors themselves were just crazy (in the film), or if this whole movie was an intentional farce. This was answered when the dying Bolivar cut the last scene. The exaggerated use of overacting or "histrionics" as Kantaras calls it seemed to create an environment where the whole country seemed to believe that soap operas were in fact a portrayal of reality. I believe that this satirical depiction of Bolivarian Nationality represents the influence of the media and personal perceptions in clouding and distorting the image and dreams of the true Bolivar who dreamed of unity and prosperity. Again, it is ironic that the only person that understood this in the film was the person dubbed as "mad". There definitely is an underlying message here. This movie was far too serious to be simply a distorted comedy, it was much more complex. There is deep meaning here that would take more knowledge than I have at this particular moment to comprehend along with more words that I have at my disposal at this moment in time.
In the end, I believe that this movie made fun of many different groups of people, but ultimately, Bolivar Soy Yo mad fun of society as a whole by representing the potential stupidity of relying on self-reflexive mediatization (seeing yourself as others see you) for political understanding where politics itself is self-reflexive and mediatized in nature. This represents a never-ending cycle of misinformation in which we as humans find solace in our own notions of reality where society itself dictates those notions. Thus we in society deceive ourselves through society.
And kudos for making such a great film on a $750,000 budget. I believe that soap operas are cheaper to produce.
El lado oscuro del corazón (1992)
The Poetry of Life, Love, and heartbreak.
Through the imagination of a deep and distant poet named Oliverio we experience a world that exists between fantasy and reality. On a quest for 'true' love Oliverio rejects women 'who cannot fly', sending them into the abyss through a trap door in his bed. Disheartened women look up through the dark rectangular hole at the man who is god of their hearts peering down on them with contempt and pity for death.
He later finds love in a prostitute named Ana as their souls converge and fly in unison, but she will never give in completely. Oliverio continues to fight with himself and Death (La Muerta) who both plead the poet on several occasions to seek a practical and conventional life. To Oliverio, giving up his quest for love would amount to death, and he continues to suffer by choice. He seems to find inspiration in the unrealized passion burning within his soul.
It soon becomes difficult to distinguish fantasy from reality. In a powerful scene he and Ana meet at a pier overlooking the ocean where they profess beautiful poetry to each other over passionate love music. A wide angel lens captures the vast ocean. A heavy door is kicked down next, and a long slow motion love scene ensues ending with them flying in poetic perfection to beautiful slow instrumental music. A $100 bill engulfs in flames (her fee of course) and she kisses his exposed heart with love and passion as she holds it gently in her hands. Death stands at the door in disarray as they float and bask in the joys of life. She then kicks him out to screw another client. Is it business only? Was this fantasy, or reality? Later she finds him again. They make love (for free) and fly over Buenos Aires. Then she releases a trap door in the bed and drops him into the dark abyss abruptly as he did to so many women. Death was right. Love failed as it always does. In the end she broke his heart, which ironically gave it life, leaving Oliverio rich with inspiration. This passionate feeling could only be achieved through true heartbreak. In the end it was self-destruction that kept him alive through passion and inspiration. Without this he would be doomed to watching the toy train circle endlessly (a metaphor for lack of purpose and direction).
This movie to me simply portrays a man seeking to experience life to its fullest. It begins as art and ends as a poetic masterpiece that transcends the boundaries of the human soul.
As an interesting twist, the movie ends with death asking to use the phone. Seeking a lost love perhaps? Though slow paced, this was one of the best and most nakedly powerful films I have seen in some time, a true testament of the human soul.
Highly recommended.