Título: I Am Sam
Categoría: Drama
Director: Jessie Nelson
Año/País de producción: 2001/E.U.A.
Elenco: Sean Penn, Michelle Pfeiffer, Dakota Fanning, Dianne Wiest, Loretta Devine
Sinopsis: Sam es un hombre cuya habilidad mental está por debajo del promedio; Lucy, su hija, es el centro y motivación de su vida después de que su madre los abandonara. Así, con algo de ayuda de sus vecinos y compañeros de grupo para gente especial, Sam se encarga de la crianza de Lucy, pero cuando el intelecto de la niña comience a mostrarse superior al de su padre, los problemas también se harán presentes, culminando en la separación de la pequeña familia para que Lucy sea adoptada en un ambiente más conveniente para su desarrollo, aún contra su voluntad. Con la ayuda de Rita, una abogada calificada como fría, Sam continuará la lucha por recuperar a su hija, sin darse cuenta de la ayuda que brinda a los que tratan de ayudarlo.
Crítica: Esta es una de esas películas que te conmueven sin importar edad o género. Lo más destacable es quizás la actuación, tanto de Sean Penn y Michelle Pfeiffer como de una Dakota Fanning muy joven. La emoción y el amor que se retrata puede ganarse a todo espectador a pesar del dilema que la historia realmente presenta. La dirección y el guion mantienen la trama con fluidez, y el desarrollo de la parte legal del filme es convincente, pero simple. A fin de cuentas, una película que cualquiera puede disfrutar mientras se le forma un nudo en la garganta, cuya historia deja marcada su impresión en nuestra mente.
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Título: The Clock Was Tickin'
Artista: Brandon Flowers
Álbum/Fecha de lanzamiento: Flamingo [Deluxe Edition] (2010)
Como segunda recomendación del mismo álbum, esta canción no sólo representa una buena pieza del artista, sino una de sus más distintas. Con aires country (de los cuales no gusto, por le regular), Brandon Flowers nos cuenta lo que podría ser la historia de sus padres, concluyendo con la reciente muerte de su madre, dándonos una vista general de lo que es la vida y los sacrificios que conlleva querer. Lo bueno es que con ritmos tan vívidos, la nostalgia no es tan difícil de escuchar.
Letra:
The teacher had you write a letter, you were eight years old,
about the man that you’d become and the positions you’d hold;
but this was long before you and Jackie Geronimo met in the Prelude Park at midnight.
Now when it came to bells and whistles, Jackie did not lack,
and when she kissed you on the kisser, boy, you kissed her back.
Now you tell her that you love her and she cuts you slack
when you drink with your buddies on the weekend.
And the weeks fly by and the years roll on.
You spend your whole life dropping nickels in the bucket, wakin’ up at dawn,
and while Jackie bestowed the joys of fingerlickin’...
The clock up on the wall was tickin’.
You got yourself a job cleaning hospital floors,
but Jackie had a baby, then she had five more.
They’d pay you just enough to drag your ass to the store
to buy bread, milk and Better Homes & Gardens.
Jackie flips the pages and she dreams little dreams:
about the man that you’d become and the positions you’d hold;
but this was long before you and Jackie Geronimo met in the Prelude Park at midnight.
Now when it came to bells and whistles, Jackie did not lack,
and when she kissed you on the kisser, boy, you kissed her back.
Now you tell her that you love her and she cuts you slack
when you drink with your buddies on the weekend.
And the weeks fly by and the years roll on.
You spend your whole life dropping nickels in the bucket, wakin’ up at dawn,
and while Jackie bestowed the joys of fingerlickin’...
The clock up on the wall was tickin’.
You got yourself a job cleaning hospital floors,
but Jackie had a baby, then she had five more.
They’d pay you just enough to drag your ass to the store
to buy bread, milk and Better Homes & Gardens.
Jackie flips the pages and she dreams little dreams:
a cottage in the country built with real wood beams.
There’s a baby in the bedroom, he’s starting to scream;
she holds him though he probably won’t remember it.
And the weeks fly by and the years roll on.
Sometimes dreams are all you got to keep you going when the day gets long,
and you gave up so many just to make a livin’...
That clock up on the wall was tickin’.
Now the kids are all grateful when they left the nest,
and Jackie wasn’t perfect but she did her best.
You seize the opportunity to get you some rest,
but you can’t sleep on account of screaming grandkids.
The golden years are meant to leave a gleam in your eye;
you’re starting to discover it’s a great big lie.
They'll work you like a dog til you quit or you die,
but you can’t quit cause Jackie needs the benefits.
And the weeks fly by and the years roll on.
They say patience is a virtue but the doctor says she don’t have long.
You stood up and tried your damndest not to listen...
but that clock up on the wall was tickin’.
When they told you to clear the room, that’s when it hit you.
You watched as the caravan took your sweetheart away.
The arguments and fights and money troubles seem so worthless
as the kids throw yellow roses on her grave.
And the weeks fly by and the years roll on.
The house is quiet now and everything inside it seems to know she’s gone;
there’s a picture of you both sixteen years old just kissing...
and that clock up on the wall was tickin’.
You always thought she had a chance and it was somewhere hidden,
now you’ve come to the conclusion that she never did.
Had a chance, that is.
There’s a baby in the bedroom, he’s starting to scream;
she holds him though he probably won’t remember it.
And the weeks fly by and the years roll on.
Sometimes dreams are all you got to keep you going when the day gets long,
and you gave up so many just to make a livin’...
That clock up on the wall was tickin’.
Now the kids are all grateful when they left the nest,
and Jackie wasn’t perfect but she did her best.
You seize the opportunity to get you some rest,
but you can’t sleep on account of screaming grandkids.
The golden years are meant to leave a gleam in your eye;
you’re starting to discover it’s a great big lie.
They'll work you like a dog til you quit or you die,
but you can’t quit cause Jackie needs the benefits.
And the weeks fly by and the years roll on.
They say patience is a virtue but the doctor says she don’t have long.
You stood up and tried your damndest not to listen...
but that clock up on the wall was tickin’.
When they told you to clear the room, that’s when it hit you.
You watched as the caravan took your sweetheart away.
The arguments and fights and money troubles seem so worthless
as the kids throw yellow roses on her grave.
And the weeks fly by and the years roll on.
The house is quiet now and everything inside it seems to know she’s gone;
there’s a picture of you both sixteen years old just kissing...
and that clock up on the wall was tickin’.
You always thought she had a chance and it was somewhere hidden,
now you’ve come to the conclusion that she never did.
Had a chance, that is.
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