Friday, February 6, 2009

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RAF Red Army Faction: speed, Utopias and dream worlds

La cuota anual de cine alemán en línea de salida hacia el orbe estrellado de Hollywood lleva el color de la revolución, un rojo sangre esparcido en un relato de viejas luchas que, hoy en día, puedan sonar hasta marcianas. Resulta cuando menos paradójico que un film combativo, decididamente escorado como éste opte al galardón más simbólico de esa misma maquinaria capitalista que denuncia su enérgico guión. El último trabajo de Uli Edel se adhiere a un cine europeo voluntarioso, intenso rozando lo abigarrado en su despliegue de grandes causas, de errores y triunfos con los que iluminar partes de nuestro presente muchas veces desatendidas.

Surge entonces la alternativa to embrace these works of authorship in its double value: as demonstration of a discourse, an ideology formulated and sustained dramatic pillars of varying firmness. Or in his strictly artistic contribution. It should be appreciated in this regard the railway grammar often articulate the thesis, the classical narrative paradigm undefiled: the pure pleasure of history, of rethinking, unpublished activating light sources and build as strong as necessary gear. There are times when the Red Army Faction RAF reminiscent of Spielberg's Munich (2005), if only in the physical context of those bloody Olympics, one of the winding sections for which antifascist riots ran through the group. Not go into the game of similarities or differences, it only serves to point your same instinct for digging in the wound, stubbornly taken the idea of \u200b\u200ba past that demands attention, they are blinded not to give up their place in the memory and insists the cinema-a creative, no-concessions rotten justice pays. If the Midas of the large U.S. factory could reinvented as an artist, was certainly vindictive after shooting his chronicle of a people humiliated, his best and most European-by cooking your own pace, and intriguing mechanics, for aroma-creation. Edel

shells turbulent times and scenarios and equip your film with the array of political cinema, politicized and militant. Play with us to make thriller, uses its spelling rules to thread a mosaic of actions and reactions that requires the continued attention of the viewer, their strict and-a tall order and emotional involvement. But Edel, unlike Spielberg, makes the stream draining informative and prevents its cold, punctilious, almost hit chronology of leftist rebellion that empathy actually occur. A film of his who is honored in describing a process of social fervor, but also hopelessly blackened bitumen discourse than could be expected.

truth is that scholars often look for the latest generation of this disenchantment springs to push the discussion, invite the evaluative space of the narrative material is not without talent. But just being discovered here bends to oxygenate the brain to absorb and process the wave data, the methodical design of idealism, the epic of a flock astray, if you want a heroism outdated figures, also fascinating. The film is dense and emphatic, more effective in the first part of presentations and psychological baggage, not so much when you lose track of the leaders of the revulsion, when the new generation takes to the streets, weapons, spirit incendiary. Dramatic climax that perpetual hampers a meritorious work, while always interesting mirror of ancient battles asphalted later fled to the territory of moral apathy, an era of mediocrity tricheras unable to give birth for many reasons that impregnate the day to day in this West diffuse.

would, under the cloak vehement and angry gesture, a sign of moderation in markedly Germanic ways. A film, and gives a good account Edel vigorously and without potholes, which calls the confusion: the claims of conscience scald covered with seals, hermetic, tiring final visual diagram. heat content is not accommodated in a continent piecewise quite cold.

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