technical and artistic
Year 1992
Length: 102 min.
UK Country
Director Kenneth Branagh
Cast Emma Thompson, Kenneth Branagh, Hugh Laurie, Stephen Fry, Alphonsia Emmanuel, Imelda Staunton, Richard Briers, Phyllida Law, Alex Scott, Edward Jewesbury, Rita Rudner, Ann Davies, Tony Slattery, Alex Lowe
Synopsis A group of old friends gather to spend the new year in the company, after being separated for 10 years. Have been called Peter, who has just inherited an English manor of his recently deceased father. I joined them at the time was his fondness for the show, and above all shame.
But over the years their lives have evolved, including their neurosis. So guests are appearing one by one: a parent's death traumatized by one of her twins, a vampire with his latest conquest, a repressed spinster and old-fashioned that takes refuge in books and a Hollywood producer with his pseudo-famous woman obsessed with thinness. The host of this motley crew is Peter, a man in a difficult time in your life wants to be together with those he considers his friends.
Christmas Christmas I live it now, and I understand that is an increasingly widespread sense, as a party based on values \u200b\u200bexclusively consumerist motives disguised as friendly and inclusive. A party that celebrates the wild competitiveness in the image of the universal values \u200b\u200bof brotherhood and love. In short, a quasi-obscene celebration. It is therefore not surprising that the traditional, and in many cases, forced family gatherings and friends, are often tinged with this same hypocrisy. And while listening to the comments of the people in my surroundings it seems a shared conception of Christmas does not seem sufficient reason to assume an attitude change in line with the perceived reality, why not? What keeps us the wheel, knowing that the wheel is flawed? How can we contribute as meek sheep to values \u200b\u200bthat hurt us?
Peter's friends gather to celebrate the New Year together and although they do have as a fundamental Christmas, during the three days we spent together show all the defects found in most families to make up, usually without much success, to contribute to the image of love and unity that is required of us at this time .
The family ... friends
And these eight people are together, that once made sense, at Christmas 1992 in a massive English manor. At the first formal greetings hysterical joy tinged follow them the first flashes of panic each, which will manifest itself until it reaches its maximum expression in each of the guests at different times of the plot, to the point of wondering what they are doing together, and what have gathered. And this is precisely the question that is not just us and it might be healthier than we did at dinner parties and holiday meals. What am I doing here? To which may still others as "Who are these people sitting next to me? What really binds me to link them beyond the familiar? And is this reason enough to come here today and be with them?
These and similar questions could lead us to discover the real motivation of these meetings each of us can give them a sense and a more human and personal value to them, in case this question of reality has continuity in response to the meeting.
In its day this group of friends had it clear, I joined the shame, today, in 1992, having been invited by a dear friend from the past. And for what? Friend's motivation is a desire to be with people who once felt close to share with them a difficult personal situation and possibly for company in this vital moment of solitude.
Friendship And is that despite everything, at times difficult, one needs to be with those who once had a link. Why? I have no answer. I can think of several like being together in the most sterile solitude, to feel heat in a time when reality becomes starkly cold, having a fantasy moment you set foot on the ground before the terrifying vertigo that causes the existential void , a concrete blanket here and now before the black hole of infinite eternity ... I am a skeptical person and although at some point in my life I felt this heat, this soil, this blanket ... in human company, then, when company has spread, when only loneliness has been to keep me company and the only blankets to wrap myself have been have been my bed, real and not metaphorical, I fall into the black hole and I turn and I go black hole, infinite and I feel only terror reminds me that I'm alive and I'm human, then I wonder why the friendship? What is this? who? And above all, is worth living knowing that it is only for a moment?
say that we tend to have two attitudes to life, build for fear of losing, and not have the fear of losing, in both cases what was behind a non-acceptance of the ephemerality of life. Obviously, I'm one of those people who have fears because he knows he will lose and that's painful. I find it hard to accept the pain, I tend to disconnect. But lately I'm daring to live moments of connection and experience the pain it causes me to live here and now, in a world increasingly creepy feeling and I admit powerless and alone. And at the same time, paradoxically, increasingly appreciate more the relationship with others, perhaps because I am more able to appreciate the company in solitude. Also, whenever I feel it is less important to have had a prior relationship with the people I meet for company, because in reality although I sense that some level there is a difference between being with someone I've known for a long time or someone who previously did not know, I see that in its essence, quality and quality of the relationship depends entirely on you and me here and now and in the context in which we find ourselves, whether or not we're together or been before or not later.
ttal Lizarraga
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