Vicky Cristina Barcelona

I was in Barcelona two years ago (if we don’t count the transit stops in El Prat Airport, in December 2010) and found it magnificent romantic and its architectural beauty can only makes you dream of an imaginative world of tales. Woody Allen knew very well that the mix of latino spirit and Gaudi’s architecture is the best combination where to place his romance/comedy movie action (maybe the south of France or Italy would be also good). So Barcelona became the field of doubts and fears that this movie is dealing with, creating a blur  impression of loss, like a dream that fades his traits and colors over the passing time. Vicky Cristina Barcelona is like a painting, not like a movie, it transcends the world of cinematography and, with the Lomo’s effect on its film scenes, that melted colors and shades with a firm sharp touch quand même, it cannot be only a movie. It’s a joy for the eyes and a question for the soul, in a Woody Allen manner. It’s a must-to-see movie. Its message is not packed with propagandist crap like it is in “Sex and the City”, for example – which is, despite the “sometimes gorgeous outfits”, an intoxicating misogynistic garbage next to Woody Allen’s movie -, and it really makes you think at your existence and relationships.

Some of my pictures from Barcelona, two years ago (September 2008). Click on them to see the full-size quality.

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