I’m a bitch Albert Serra.
He dedicated a big love letter to her Late sunny daya hot song for the one who won the Goya for Best Documentary and the one who also took home the Concha de Oro for Best Film in San Sebastian. She was praised by the Boston and Los Angeles Critics Association.
Ideological ambiguity is intelligence. I love the brilliance with which these works reveal our unconscious personality and we can feed our soul with the heart behind us, I love how they respond to the doubles of our nature, I adore the sweet doll, with sophisticated cinematography supporting our vision without sacrificing reason.
It always frustrates us. Nothing is full for us. That’s why we keep our desire alive.
But yes Los Domingos it is a psychological examination, Late sunny day It is an artistic exploration.
It’s expensive, it’s colorful, it’s self-deprecating, it’s subdued, it’s humble. It preserves hair and blood and temperature and sex, preserves masculinity and femininity, preserves memory and future. Ex odd: fluctuations.
It’s marica praise like a coke plan.
It is a contradiction in itself, and that is the most radical and beautiful thing. Transgressor and Sublime.
She is vulnerable and dirty. Explota de rito. Working with the living: that’s it.
Violence is essential. Violence is the key to why it is not accepted in the Circus of the Sun. With love or with hate, but always with violence, as I wrote Paves.
Every now and then a bull or anti-bull geek comes along to try and get rid of Serra’s green idea. The poor. Limited people.
In Serra, they are interested in the bulls as long as they are in the service of something greater. About something immense.
I realize that it is the same with war or interpersonal relationships. All this to conclude, don’t forget the little things that make trampoline the big, crazy things… eternal, eternal. Hearts that are. The bodies of an animal or a human are only carrion.
Serra uses the body to speak of the unchanging.
After all, it’s the greedy ego walking around shocking you with the furniture. I really enjoy it!
It stimulates me. I am not afraid of good or bad things and I respect that right. She’s overweight, she’s struggling, go into the tunnel with its nightlife: art.
Cartel de ‘Tardes de soledad’.
She doesn’t care about credit, she doesn’t care about the favor of others. She cares about it being new, making it great. It is an honorable end, on the edge, on the fury of an ordinary place.
It is clear to me that Albert Serra wants to be transcendent, but for the right reasons. It is the superiority of his work that decides it, not the 20-year-old favorite of the market, nor the fanatical adoration of his person. I would like to ask you to compete with the rest of the work in your work, but very seriously, with justice, with severity. I wonder how they come.
I remember that dark and perfect song El Grajo: “After so much humillación I have him alone. / If the destiny of the man walks, I have him alone. / Because the privileged mind / is the one that advances and assumes / that there is nothing outside of it.”
And even more beastly: “I brought them. / Some broke. / But I’m happy. / I’m glad I’m not like you.”
You can sign this Albert Serra, it’s safe.
It’s also excellent and has some self-fulfilling prophecies.
Humility is ponzoña, cutrez. Humility is overrated. Overall, humility is usually false. If the whole world here has an ego that can’t be seen in the room, what’s the most pitiful thing about trying to hide it or learning to name it gracefully?
So let’s play Why don’t we play skillfully?
Albert Serra has this prowess, this sorna chula. And he’s holding a toreador without having a bull’s head. No one can be democratic, much less evil, because art is neither good nor democratic. Art is an aristocracy, it is an aristocracy of talent and those who cannot compete.
He is an alchemist. Purifies the extraordinary.
I defend the backside of the creator’s arrogance. Your disfigurement, your evil art, your good comedians! And sus trajes de chaqueta con gafas de esquiar… and sus jokes questions, questions… about your sleepless nights, sick with imaginings… about your depressions and euphoria, about the paranoia of seeing your head stuck to the wall, like a fatal trophy.
He says of his trial, “Everybody’s dead, but the engine’s still running.”
How strange and how beautiful.
He assures the same: “I am the best editor in the world. A top five director. A normal producer. And a good guide”. Yay. It feels like justice to me.
Finally, I also argue that she is artistically superior. The truth is, he just won’t believe it! It’s right, sure. He keeps the vote on his side. If you care about the same thing, always.
Albert talks about the value of intimidation when it comes to telling a story. Please see the items you are looking for. No, more, more: tell me to look at the things inside. Maintains a surgical eye. There are those who, like me, think that if you put a spoon down, it is better to put it on the bottom.
Además Serra was loyal, but with ease that they were able to take it as repayment. He was never humiliated Roca Rey not to his men after showing their spirit and dismissing them as little more than a mountain of shades until they appreciated their nakedness, their vulnerability… and proved it at the Progress Film Festival. “By señor! The fellow who saw you through the pies!
Quiero to Alberto Serra, I admire them and I don’t know them at all. It’s definitely better this way.
It teaches us things about the profession, things the whole world will never understand. What happened to the movie Whiplashto that joy Damien Chazelle.
I like that about my stylistic ego more than anything, even if it goes in spirit Timothée Chalamet and his speech at the 2025 SAG Awards: “If people don’t like to say things like that, but I want to be one of the greats. I’m inspired by the greats.”
Pues muy bien, para qué goarnos con chuminadas.
Also Oliver Lax It is in the oven, we know that the youngsters give us baby bread and that they are not used to the pure cereal bread that we offer on the floor. Yay. Huge. Yes for, for everything. In favor of self-defense, boasting, petulance. More from everyone.
Is he the only one who speaks less?
This ego builder in female artists. Because all our vain guards, because all those who have climbed out of the armory of forced modesty… are they men?
Not one of the women awarded by Goya (tampoco Ana Menaor Bad Gyalwhich they performed at the gala, and there was no doubt Rosaliawho played it at the Brit Awards just now) can afford him to strut his stuff like that, especially when his accomplishments are worth it.
Yes, I’m going. Things could be called unbearable, repulsive… problematic.
The lesser evil we care about Loles Leon he changes the gesture to a second of laughter in the sky, which Charlando laughs with Evola or with Broncano: “Clearly I’m problematic. That means I have nothing.”
Pues ace.
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