Saturday, April 11, 2015

'Madrid, 1987' (2011)

David Trueba's Madrid, 1987 (2011): in simple settings ranging from a café to an artist's apartment with atelier (studio room), the two main characters chatter away like dueling typewriter vs. computer keyboard. Nudity and sexual energy keep things down to earth as needed. 

With an age difference of fifty years, veteran journalist Miguel () and beginner Ángela () are able to cover a lot of ground, roving from the effects of the Spanish Civil War to American writers and, inescapably, on to the socio-political Pandora's Box opened up at the end of the Franco dictatorship: a period of four decades of repression followed by many years of exploring new-found social freedoms (still on-going in the 21st century). Ángela's fascistic father and Miguel's wife remain off-stage. 
Madrid, 1987: Miguel snapping away at a typewriter, making his living as a writer.  
Ángela, seemingly a bit naïve, is subtly more subversive than Miguel. 

By way of synchronicity, I was reading Françoise Gilot and Carlton Lake's Life with Picasso (1964) at the same time as watching Madrid, 1987, so it doesn't seem at all far-fetched even as a realistic movie. Gilot and Picasso (another Spaniard, by the way) were forty years apart in age and there are a couple of scenes in Madrid, 1987 that are reminiscent of their early interactions. The main setting is -- coincidence? -- the inside of an artist's apartment. If an artist's space can't be free of ordinary convention, where's the fun in being there?

Today's Rune: Defense. 


Charles Gramlich said...

I can't imagine what I'd have in common with a woman that much younger than I.

Barbara Bruederlin said...

One wonders how the story might have played out without the vast age difference.