At Midnight all the Agents

I have just heard the new cover by My Chemical Romance of the magnificent Bob Dylan’s song Desolation Row. It is horrible.

It has been made as part of the Watchmen movie soundtrack, and I’m afraid it could be an example of what the movie will be. Desolation Row is a calm and almost mesmerizing song, with a beautiful melodic and nostalgic guitar chords and, off course, with the mellow voice of Dylan. It lasts more than eleven minutes and is full of literary and cultural meaningful references. On the other hand, the new cover is a little more than three minutes song that takes three and a half of the ten verses of the original (and do it with such a stupid criteria; the first two, then the one cited by Moore at the end of chapter one, and ends with… the end) and the music sounds just as any other song by a new-punk-emo-rock band (a lot of power chords played as frenetically as they can).

The deepness of the song has been totally diluted to make it more accessible to the big audience, especially to the average teenagers who are the target of the song, and I’m afraid, of the movie. Because of what, there’s a chance that it will be diluted too, turned into a superficial super-hero action movie, make the amazing characters, and their complex psychology into just superhero cartoons. Just as a great song has been turned into a noisy emo song. 

Don't Trust in Siren's Songs

Looks like reading The Odyssey hasn’t teach me a thing. Well maybe it did, but after five years probably I have forget it. And I’m not talking about any literary or moral knowledge, that surely it could teach, but about the most important life lesson that lays in its pages; don’t trust in siren’s songs.

It’s such a good lesson, and I should know it (come on, I love mythology, I must knew it). But no, I completely forget that their songs work not different than the attractive colours of a carnivorous plant, or than the luminous esca of an anglerfish. So, just like a innocent bug or as a goofy deep-sea fish, I was attracted by the sweet melody of Habanera (I blame you Bizet) just as a little Hamalin’s mouse, I was mesmerized by the notes, and felt into the deep of her eyes.

At The New House

No, I haven’t write in a month not because I was moving into a new house. It was because I have been working in my short film; At The New House.

Finally after more than a year of work; writing the scrip, finding the location, the actresses, even building some props. It’s finally filmed, developed and transferred into my computer ready to be edited.

It has been a really nice process, full of stress, off course, with days in which I felt in the deepest despair and cursed the gods for make me wanted to make films. Nevertheless it has been really satisfying. Actually the filming days was very calm (excepting for a really awful day) and the cast and crew (with few exceptions) was really cool people, very professionals and really good in their jobs. I’m really happy about the results; I’m in love with almost every single take of it. The dark atmosphere David (the cinematographer) reaches it’s great, and the amazing sets Daniela create was, well, amazing. And I believed I found the best actress I could have for my leading role, she is so natural and really easy going.

So at last the stress is over, there’s nothing left but the post production, what is extremely more comfortable and relaxed. Just me and my computer.

I hope the film will be finished in May. Until then here is a little preview.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CxojZhjg6tk