Welcome to the new and improved version of this blog. It sounds like this is part of some new year’s resolution, but actually it’s not. What finally gave me the push to come back to this blog is because I think we are finally able to watch films with O and now I am more than eager to express my thoughts about the children’s films we see. As a result this blog will likely start going through lists like this one or this one. I forsake watching films and blogging about them for the sake of parenting for so long, but now I may actually be able to combine them, yay!
So for completion’s sake of course I want to tackle my backlog too, and now that my life has completely changed again in the last 1 1/2 years since my last posting and I am trying my best to fulfill the notion of “good enough mother”, I will try to speed through these reviews to efficiently reach my goal by half-assing them – what a wonderful contradiction. We shall start with the two films I dreaded writing about the most.
The Skin I Live In
Long story short, I was not a big fan of the film. Since Shii loves it and I don’t, I spent a lot of thought on why I didn’t to justify myself, but ultimately I come to the conclusion that you don’t really have to love any film just because someone else likes it, no matter how important this person is (or how much you value this person’s taste in general). I didn’t feel very shocked at the plot twists, and while the film’s concept and storyline was absolutely surprising, interesting and original (much unlike “Los abrazos rotos”), I didn’t feel the tension and suspense and I didn’t get into its characters nearly as much as I usually do in Almodovár’s films. Now that this is out of the way, I absolutely recognize that I could change my mind on a second viewing, and that it’s been far, far too long since I saw the film to give a decent review, but sadly another viewing will almost certainly not happen in a long, long time.