on Sunday went to see the road ( the road , dir. John Hillcoat, 2009), based on the book of Cormac McCarthy . set in a postapocalyptic world, following in the footsteps of a man and his son for a devastated landscape and devastating: the eternally gray sky, the trees burnt black land, houses and cities, or what remains of them looted. and there they are, pushing a shopping cart with their meager belongings, as two bichicomes, looking for something to eat and a place where to spend the night without dying of cold. we do not know what happened, but we do know that the father, long ago, lived in a house with the mother of his son, running water, electricity, a piano. what is said, a normal life. are not the only survivors, but the best thing that can happen is not cross with anyone: cannibalism, says the father, is one of the biggest fears. a hard film, uncomfortable, at times suffocating. hopeless.
departure, the dirt piled up against the sidewalks and poor guy sleeping wrapped in blankets in a corner seemed to recreate a scene from the movie. but of course, was not the film was just Galarza Street.
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