EdgarST

From what I have seen of François Ozon's films, I can conclude that I like his work for its naturalness, originality, and sincerity in addressing controversial topics. On the other hand, I like babies a lot! A few years ago I sat with my grandson (who was hardly 1 year old) on my lap, and he very attentively watched Tallulah Bankhead and Fredric March in the 1931 romantic melodrama "My Sin" in black and white, for almost 30 minutes... So, finding a movie that features a baby with wings as the protagonist, and that exposes the fragility of interfamily relationships, was a very pleasant and welcome surprise. No less important is its treatment of the drama of migration, in a world that increasingly erects barriers to prevent human beings from seeking happiness, if indeed it can be found by crossing borders. These elements combined with the fantasy of having a baby flying over the planet made me very happy when I saw "Ricky." Very good and highly recommended.

The best horror films, in my opinion, are coming from older cultures, which approach the theme of death with greater sobriety and poise, without stridency or rivers of blood, a cinema that questions the countless productions of outdated "mainstream" movies, based on worn-out icons that only provoke irrational shocks. «Handling the Undead" is one of those distinctive films that keeps us surprised as the events surrounding a strange phenomenon that turns deceased people into the living dead unfold. True to modern zombie cinema, the film, however, gives more space to the grief of the bereaved, who observe the unexpected presence of deceased relatives. The plot focuses solely on three units and how they are affected by the sudden change that alters the order in their lives. There are no explanations, no warnings, and no streets filled with walking corpses. Instead, three suddenly altered stories: the family of a woman who died in an accident; an octogenarian lesbian couple; and the woman whose little boy was dug up in the cemetery by his grandfather. How we view death, how we react to it, what interpretations we give to our grief over loss-all these questions are more important here than a fleeting bite from a hungry zombie.

Does anyone know the films of Bas Devo? I did not, but last night I saw «Here» (with the R backwards) and I loved it. It is beautiful. I do not know if perhaps this film and recent strikes have made me look at workers differently. It is what Reygadas, Martel, or Antonioni once tried to do, without reading workers' poetry that does not exist, the verses that go in their lunchboxes every day, that go in their little juices and their lunch of white rice with stewed whatever-it-is, and in the plastic bag of a Romanian worker in Brussels who makes soup... Do you know how many species of moss there are in the world? I do not know, but in the film they tell me there are thousands. The mosses are not worried about global warming or droughts, or that some rich idiots are humiliating the existence of indigenous people, through soldiers who cost a dime. There are the mosses, in unusual places, spreading life. And let what must happen, happen. Anyone want to see it while people goes to see «Superman»?