I am rather disappointed with Cuban cinema in general but, after hearing many positive comments about Daranas’ new film Conducta (“Conduct”), I managed to overcome my misgivings and went to see it. The movie had a promising beginning.
Kabir Vega’s Diary
Not long ago, Havana Times blogger Irina Pino’s article on polyamorous relationships sparked off a debate at the site. Pino claims that one can never find the perfect partner and is bound to idealize him or her in accordance with one’s desires.
I recently got my hands on a video about a magician known as “Dynamo”, who some consider superior to the super-famous David Copperfield. I saw him swallow a handkerchief and then pull it out from his breastbone.
The school has actually surprised me: every day, I go back home satisfied with what I’ve learned. At my old high school, we had entire periods that people slept through or used to do a bit of mischief. It was distressing. I would go to school as though it were a kind of punishment.
When I take a stroll down Alamar, if I have to cut across a green area, I find it hard to choose a path: absolutely all of them are covered with garbage, and the abominable smell of rotting food, dead animals and stagnant water.
Cuarteto de Nos is an Uruguayan rock band that made a very powerful first impression on me with their music video – the only one I’ve seen, in fact – for the song Ya no se que hacer conmigo (“I No Longer Know What to do With Myself”), from the album Raro (“Weirdo”).
Though the issue of school brings me unpleasant memories, I watched and enjoyed the film Dead Poets Society. I liked it even more than La Educacion Prohibida (“Forbidden Education”), one of the best documentaries about education I’ve seen.
The main argument used was that the licenses which had been granted the owners of private establishments did not afford them the right to operate the locales for such purposes and that said places (videogame centers in particular) led to an atmosphere of frivolity and bad habits.
A while ago, I watched some television at the home of a friend who has a satellite dish. Though I already had some sense of what American television was like, I was surprised by the dizzying and irrational pace of the programming. In the middle of a TV series, I was bombarded with three commercials.
One of my high school buddies came to see me a week ago. He brought me up to date on what’s been going on in my former classroom. Of the things he told me – mostly unimportant details about school life, like the fact some people we knew are no longer in the classroom – two things surprised me some.