Sunday, April 26, 2009

4-26-09: Vicky Cristina Barcelona

I picked a great morning to watch Vicky Cristina Barcelona. The sun is shining brightly, it's warm out, and I'm in a really good mood.

I wanted to see the film in theatres when it came out, and planned on taking the lady friend along. But, you see, I grew up in a small town, and, at the time, was extremely bad at parallel parking. And, New Haven isn't the friendliest of cities for drivers of my ilk, at the time. I couldn't find a space, and we ended up canning the adventure and did something else. I think that was back in October; we ended up watching baseball.

Anyway, I finally got a chance to see the film on DVD. Though it does have that chick flick aura surrounding it, it's still a Woody Allen film at heart, and really shows. I like Woody Allen films. They're refreshingly outrageous, but still well rooted in reality. And Vicky Cristina Barcelona is just a beautiful film. I've always wanted to visit Barcelona, and plan on doing so soon enough. I'd studied Spanish for five years through high school, and wouldn't mind picking it up again. It's an incredible language (when spoken correctly). And I'm a fan of FC Barcelona to boot.

The film's cast is spectacular, but my favorite character is Juan Antonio, played by Javier Bardem, who played one of the best villains I've ever seen on screen in No Country for Old Men. This time around, though, Bardem is able to play a Spanish painter instead of a psychopathic killer. The Spanish actor does wonderfully in the part. The character is open about his flaws, and his past, and it's simply incredible. And, to give credit where it's properly due, I first heard about the film on The Totally Rad Show.

If you have a chance, and happen to be a guy trying to impress a lady, either rent Vicky Cristina Barcelona and watch it with her, or watch it yourself and try to learn from Juan Antonio, a modern day Casanova.

1 comment:

Marina Martin said...

Ha - I have also given up adventures in New Haven because I couldn't parallel park. Thank goodness for Yale's parking garages.

I finally learned to parallel park when I lived in Los Angeles. It helped to memorize a set of steps (like here: ) and practice a lot in the suburbs.