by Jaime Grijalba.
Just like Emmanuelle Riva in ‘Hiroshima mon amour’ (1959), I could swear that I knew Hiroshima, I say that I saw it, I saw Hiroshima, I saw this movie, but then along comes my mind, and like Eiji Okada in the same movie comes and tells me that I know nothing, nothing about this movie. I wanted to do something special for the review of this movie, so I turned to my girlfriend, since this is a romance countdown, and asked if she’d be willing to be in a video for a review for Wonders in the Dark, the conversation went as follows.
Gabriela (My girlfriend): A video? No.
Jaime: But, why not?
G: What do I need to do? My voice is cringe-worthy, do I need to speak in English? My English is awful, you know that, I went to the American British School but I know shit about how to speak it.
J: No, no, no. Look, you’d speak in Spanish, and I’ll put subtitles, and…
G: But I don’t want to speak!
J: But why not? Your voice is beautiful!
G: No, it’s not and you know it! (more…)