Watched Los lunes al sol last weekend for the second time since the first viewing some 5 and a half years ago in Spain. I then went with no particular reason, without knowing much about what the film was all about except that it had won tons of awards here and there, went purely because she wanted to see it. When the credits started to roll I was literally on my knees tearing out of pure joy to be able to get the fuck out of Van Dyck and back on to the streets and the fresh air.
I have the habit of trying to acquire every film I'd watched, every song I'd listened to, or practically anything that I can remember that reminds me of that time, during my stay there, in a apparently futile attempt to recreate the past. Then came one day when nostalgia hit me hard and down bowed I went searching for it among the DVDs, but alas! It wasn't there! Desperately, I sought the answer in my head, but memory was against me, it wasn't like what they say at all, it wasn't found. Lights were out.
Nevertheless all was not lost, for the uni library harbours a fucking copy of it, completes with a goddamn extra disk of interviews, the making of and other stuff! Enraptured I was, and with the first appearance of light in the sky off I went towards my salvation. And much more than my expectation of quenching the thirst, the second time was surely a blast, a blast form the past, and I can assure you that it wasn't just because remembrance, like alcohol, makes everything so much more beautiful, but that I actually loved the film so much that literally was on my knees tearing out of appreciation of it. Then I thanked her for wanting to see it some 5 and a half years ago.
I have the habit of trying to acquire every film I'd watched, every song I'd listened to, or practically anything that I can remember that reminds me of that time, during my stay there, in a apparently futile attempt to recreate the past. Then came one day when nostalgia hit me hard and down bowed I went searching for it among the DVDs, but alas! It wasn't there! Desperately, I sought the answer in my head, but memory was against me, it wasn't like what they say at all, it wasn't found. Lights were out.
Nevertheless all was not lost, for the uni library harbours a fucking copy of it, completes with a goddamn extra disk of interviews, the making of and other stuff! Enraptured I was, and with the first appearance of light in the sky off I went towards my salvation. And much more than my expectation of quenching the thirst, the second time was surely a blast, a blast form the past, and I can assure you that it wasn't just because remembrance, like alcohol, makes everything so much more beautiful, but that I actually loved the film so much that literally was on my knees tearing out of appreciation of it. Then I thanked her for wanting to see it some 5 and a half years ago.
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