- Pensamiento preliminar número uno: no, the long, skinny one on the Pacific Coast, not the tall, big-shouldered one on the Atlantic. My apologies to everyone I told this is an Argentinean film; it is, of course, Chilean.
- Pensamiento preliminar número dos: it seems that I have become older than "a woman of a certain age."
- Pensamiento preliminar número tres: it was when the cocktail party guests were doing the remarkably professional rendition of the Jobim song that it dawned on me that although I had turned off the upstairs speakers when Sunday-morning Times-reading and Brazilian music-listening time ended, the iPod was still playing, assuming its battery hadn't died, which experience suggested it probably hadn't. (Nor had/has it: 11 hours and 187 songs into its shift, it's playing me a different Jobim song, "Meditação," right now.)
This is another of those movies for which the unimpressive trailer prepared me to disbelieve the all-but-universally enthusiastic reviews, but the enthusiasm is well earned. A smart, funny, sad, joyful (it could be Brazilian!) caution to the young that loneliness, curdled love, and hangovers never get any easier to take, so you'd might as well build up your calluses now. And yes,
Paulina Garcia is a wonder.
Trailers
- In Secret--Sexual repression and infidelity in mid-nineteenth-century France; looks pretty soapy.
- Barefoot--Naïf wins society boy's heart; this screams disaster, except that Evan Rachel Wood won my heart in the damn trailer.
- Omar--Palestinian boy in love is forced by the Israelis to become an informer: source, unsurprisingly, of a lot of contention.
- Tim's Vermeer--As is this doc about a science nerd who, knowing nothing about art, sets out to prove a hare-brained theory of composition.
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