When I went to see American Beauty in 1999 I knew absolutely nothing. I was very passionate about film of the 'author'. I was always taught that going to the movies could only be worthwhile for the U.S. with hundreds of special effects. They were only 2 or 3 years that I was allowed to go for things cheesy as cartoons, comedy, horror or even independent films. I was recently informed of what came out in the hall, almost never unrelated titles to directors - Spielberg to part with - and I vaguely thought a detractor of the film medium.
But above all, when I went to see American Beauty I knew absolutely nothing American Beauty.
I did not know there were players, what it was about, who was the director. And by the poster and the title, I feared it was "only" a comedy, and I was already regretting the cost of the ticket.
When I left the room, something in me had changed.
Not that I had not seen - and reviewed - the best films in my life. But it never happened that I felt such satisfaction unexpected for going to the movies sight unseen. This is so frustrating experience paid disappointing what has reached an epiphany overloaded with use of time and money.
It was that day, no doubt, that I became a cinephile. Although I still could not know.
Yet if there had been dragged, that day, I would never have gone to the cinema to see a movie called American Beauty .
Why is this premise? Well
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I like to think that somewhere in this country, in a media context of 10 years old and yet infinitely younger, there are small Giangidoe who have worked around the same rock watching - perhaps against their - American Life .
Maybe, if not dragged to the cinema, reluctantly glued to the chair by someone to see it in streaming or download.
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