Sunday afternoon without washing 
SUNDAY is the day that popcorn eaters throng the theaters. I had forgotten this and also I figured it would not have time for the week, I decided, therefore, get into a cinema on Sunday. Grave error. Has passed and now it's only a bad memory. Before entering the stands and saw popcorn and I feared the worst. Sunday, popcorn, cinema, youth divine treasure. A row of eating popcorn waiting to buy popcorn and a row of eating popcorn out like zombies driveway of the rooms with their giant packs of popcorn. A barn of popcorn in hand. Some popcorn eaters, tiny petite women or men, looked like ants carrying a leaf. No talking, couples, and were staring and picnicking before entering the room. I wished them all a night of indigestion and acute pain, for ruining the film's silences. Because that's what they did. The crackle of fire in this western was supported by an orchestra of crumpled plastic bags and mouths chewing and crunching popcorn in their mouths open. A silence in the film, and the room was taken by those dozens of jaw crushers. Popcorn chewers whispered, exchanged or offered merchandise to their mouths and stomachs and intestines, which would entertained the whole movie popcorn becoming energy for your brain all those popcorn. Half an hour are over popcorn and there was silence, now and could laugh popcorn without danger of fire through the nose.
*** There is an aphorism of Canetti applicable to films of the Coen , and defines its cinema, "Save exaggeration. wisely not die. "Admit that before seeing a new film of them and I am convinced, I have won. I just need to not deviate much from themselves. A combination of madness and orthodoxy of the best classic films taken, the absurd, and the joke is not exempt from feeling. The bad milk, mockery, some dialogues always fabulous (the cinema of today has lost the dialogues, there is good dialogue writers.) It is a cinema Cervantes, or rather, if quixotic, that of the Coen. One always finds a Don Quixote and Sancho Panza in his films. I believe that at all. And still in the English, could also say that buñuelesco is also there.
Two things there is always a scene in his films in which from the point of view of one of the characters you see in what has been around at the end. It is the look on the battlefield when the battle is over. I do not know, death is always worse than the bad. Nor do they deserve that ending. And there are the faces, which faces. Well, not faces, masks. In the Coen films, rather than faces, no masks. Hence the importance of the hair.
