Diana Baccaro
07/23/2021 17:00
Clarín.com
Culture
Updated 07/23/2021 17:00
It is what it is, it is true. A
minefield
with security strips that say "danger" in the middle of the seats. This is how our movie theater looks like this Saturday. Is it so much? Isn't it enough to just play the closing tapes without that field
hospital
warning
? It is what there is, it is true, like pochoclos and Coca at 600 pesos. And it is what there is also when you look up and Catherine Deneuve appears on the screen to take you for a tour of her Parisian mansion; to finally tear you out of your badly injured armchair and invite you to travel
two hours outside of this time and space
. And what there is then in this Palermo cinema is much more than it seems.
The return to the routine of Saturdays did not bring any discussion in the small group of moviegoers: "The truth" was imposed, a film about the imposture where nothing is real at first glance, like this movie theater
turned into a bubble
.
In "The Truth" everyone lies because life is a performance.
Deneuve plays a capricious and proud movie star who never liked living on earth.
She is surrounded by men who love and admire her.
And that she mistreats.
Only her daughter (Juliette Binoche) dares to face her, in a fantastic duel of actresses.
The film, like life, explores legacy, the quest to overcome trauma, and the recognition that our time among the living is limited. This is what there is today when
we go out to regain a space
that we lost in the pandemic and that Netflix (a survival self-deception?) Replaced as it could. Because the cinema is much more than a movie. It is the framework of our emotional resonance.