Una distopía mayestática. Un cuento para niños. Una parábola.
Una banda sonora milimétrica -Jerry Goldsmith-. Dos guionistas de armas tomar, de los de talento y beligerancia -Rod Serling Michael Wilson-. Un director bueno de la hostia -Franklin J. Schaffner-. Un elenco actoral maravilloso, incluso bajo las máscaras simiescas. El año, 1967, algo tendrá que ver también.
El otro díarevisé la escena inicial y hoy, antes de pasar al lunes, la he vuelto a ver entera. Me he acordado mucho del comentario de Javier Ocaña. En realidad, yo lo reformularía así:
"Mantiene todo su esplendor, sobre todo por su apocalíptico final: si increíblemente no has visto la película aún, tienes toda mi envidia".
Qué maravilla cinematográfica. Eso sí, algunas escenas quedan para la antología de la ridiculez -los cigarros de Ch. Heston, por ejemplo-.
Dejo algunas fotografías que me han parecido curiosas. La escena final ya apareció por aquí hace tiempo, conectada con B. B. y su Ozymandias.
Supongo que sería 2, quizás 3 de abril. Era 1984 y me dijo en clase: ha muerto Marvin Gaye. Pecados de juventud y soberbia: aquella adolescente frecuentaba una música que yo tardé en apreciar, y el tal Marvin me era completamente ajeno. Por suerte el error no fue eterno. A los quince uno aún está tratando de conformar su identidad, y ante la hipotética amenaza se cometen verdaderas imbecilidades. Hoy me vino a la cabeza mientras pedaleaba y empecé por la única canción que teníamos de intersección, de su conjunto musical y el mío. Era esta que sigue. Da gusto verlos actuar, con esa frescura y diversión que trasmiten.
Años después escuché con detenimiento una cinta que me había grabado y que dormía el sueño de los justos. Me había regalado a The Crusaders y yo la había tenido criando polvo. Caí rendido a sus pies. Esta que sigue no sé cuántas veces la pude escuchar. La versión de 2006 es de genuflexión.
I still hang around Neither lost nor found Hear the lonely sound Of music in the night Nights are always bright That's all that's left for me, yeah
I play the street life because there's no place I can go Street life, it's the only life I know Street life and there's a thousand cards to play Street life, until you play your life away
You let the people see Just who you wanna be And every night you sang Just like a superstar The type of life that's played A temptin' masquerade You dress and walk and talk You're who you think you are
Street life, you can run away from time Street life, for a nickel, for a dime Street life, but you better not get old Street life, or you're gonna feel the cold
There's always love for sale A grown up fairy tale Prince charming always smiles Behind a silver spoon And if you keep it young Your song is always sung Your love will pay your way Beneath the silver moon
Street life Street life Street life Oh, street life
I play the street life because there's no place I can go Street life, it's the only life I know Street life and there's a thousand cards to play Street life, until you play your life away
You let the people see Just who you wanna be And every night you sang Just like a superstar The type of life that's played A temptin' masquerade You dress and walk and talk You're who you think you are
Street life, you can run away from time Street life, for a nickel, for a dime Street life, but you better not get old Street life, or you're gonna feel the cold
There's always love for sale A grown up fairy tale Prince charming always smiles Behind a silver spoon And if you keep it young Your song is always sung Your love will pay your way Beneath the silver moon
Street life Street life Street life Oh, street life Oh, street life Yeah, street life Street life Oh, street life
De Marvin y su calamitosa vida y muerte no quiero hablar hoy. Quien quiera lo tiene fácil para averiguar. Quiero recordar su lacerante belleza, su elegancia, su sonrisa, su música, aquella que tuve delante y no supe apreciar, aquellas pequeñas cosas de cuando quince y las escaleras que llevaban al instituto no sólo subían a un espacio académico.
El domingo ha ido tornando a gris conforme ha avanzado el día. Será eso.
Rockets, moon shots Spend it on the have-nots Money, we make it 'Fore we see it, you'll take it
Oh, make you wanna holler The way they do my life Make me wanna holler The way they do my life
This ain't livin', this ain't livin' No, no baby, this ain't livin' No, no, no, no
Inflation, no chance To increase finance Bills pile up, sky high Send that boy off to die
Oh, make me wanna holler The way they do my life Make me wanna holler The way they do my life, oh baby
Hang ups, let downs Bad breaks, set backs Natural fact is Honey, that I can't pay my taxes
Oh, make me wanna holler And throw up both my hands Yea, it makes me wanna holler And throw up both my hands
Crime is increasing Trigger happy policing Panic is spreading God knows where, where we're heading
Oh, they don't understand Make me wanna holler They don't understand
God bless you And Lord keep you And may you live, live, live a good life
God bless you Lord keep you And may you live, live, live a long long sweet life Don't let the things get you down Hold your hands, baby, walk around
Say God bless you And I'll keep you I'm praying a prayer for each and everyone of you Heaven bless you Heaven keep you
Mother, mother
There's too many of you crying
Brother, brother, brother
There's far too many of you dying
You know we've got to find a way
To bring some lovin' here today - Ya
Father, father
We don't need to escalate
You see, war is not the answer
For only love can conquer hate
You know we've got to find a way
To bring some lovin' here today
Picket lines and picket signs
Don't punish me with brutality
Talk to me, so you can see
Oh, what's going on
What's going on
Ya, what's going on
Ah, what's going on
In the mean time
Right on, baby
Right on
Right on
Father, father, everybody thinks we're wrong
Oh, but who are they to judge us
Simply because our hair is long
Oh, you know we've got to find a way
To bring some understanding here today
Oh
Picket lines and picket signs
Don't punish me with brutality
Talk to me
So you can see
What's going on
Ya, what's going on
Tell me what's going on
I'll tell you what's going on - Uh
Right on baby
Right on baby Y esta última, de guinda:
Te envidio no sabes cuánto. En verano y el resto del año.
The song took Dorset only ten minutes to compose on a second-hand Fender Stratocaster while he was taking time off work from his regular job, working in a lab for Timex.
In the summertime when the weather is hot You can stretch right up and touch the sky When the weather's fine You got women, you got women on your mind Have a drink, have a drive Go out and see what you can find
If her daddy's rich take her out for a meal If her daddy's poor just do what you feel Speed along the lane Do a ton or a ton an' twenty-five When the sun goes down You can make it, make it good in a lay-by
We're no threat, people We're not dirty, we're not mean We love everybody but we do as we please When the weather's fine We go fishin' or go swimmin' in the sea We're always happy Life's for livin' yeah, that's our philosophy
Sing along with us Dee dee dee-dee dee Dah dah dah-dah dah Yeah we're hap-happy Dah dah-dah Dee-dah-do dee-dah-do dah-do-dah Dah-do-dah-dah-dah Dah-dah-dah do-dah-dah
Alright ah
"I am the queen of the bittersweet song, everything is extremes to me. Gorgeous, awful, beautiful". Así comienza un artículo precioso que se puede leer aquí. Como ella, que del dolor y la sensibilidad ha conseguido extraer una gema.
