Seeing this movie has made me ruminate the nostalgia for the gone and the memorable. I do not care about the criticism that has shot her, because in these days the fanaticism for the war games is sensitive, more if it is associated with the American spirit. Out of those BanalitiesI enjoyed the movie.
Perhaps many of us identify with this world of anonymous heroism (satisfaction for writing), with a blog of technologies that my relatives are unaware of by incompatibility, aimed at a group of visitors who ignore that I have a middle name and possibly not even the first.
While G.I. Joe Born for purposes of making toys in the male version of Barbie And its long uneven trajectory comes from the second world war, the film is based on the series "The real American hero"; that in the eighties entertained us in the afternoon. In the background is a film for adults who were one day less, is cataloged for over 12 years but I doubt that they can enjoy passionately under 30.
The world has changed a lot, to understand the film you have to resort to the wikipedia, or to the page of Facebook fans, that easy, for the passion of history or premature Alzheimer's. Nor is much of the original meaning lost, compiled in a current geopolitical environment, with technological innovations that are more logical than imaginary. It has smoked subliminals such as nanotechnology applied to genetics and militia, spatial trigonometry, special effects and a plot that goes out of control for the attempt to associate the adaptation of the argument with the simple sketches of the strip that we remember.
The best thing that brings us is the nostalgia of what was gone, and that feeling that the memory is still alive, as if it had been yesterday. Listen to the names Duke, Destro, Hawk y Storm shadow Or see the corpses of the Baroness y Scarlett It reminds us of those afternoons that we used to chat with friends Topolls on an 15 inch screen while the intense heat went down for the football game. It brings us that stage when the Cold War resounded outside but we lived in a world as innocent as the GNU, those friends that we see little, scattered each in their own entanglements.
- Aldo, now in his group Rock, composes
- Checho, who also followed the musical line, sings
- Gerson, unrecognizable in his billionaire world
- Caranga, wanting to finish his university, someday
- Jonathan, did not even say goodbye on his last trip to Iraq
- Duc, boring his students in the chair of history
- Juan, in his legitimate sexual preferences
- Marvin, 20 years sending remittances from Chicago
- And a few more that we missed the track
We were all the same, in good times and generally in bad times, not now. That's how stories are, they are recycled between the memory of the real and the plot of the imaginary. Yesterday the Transformers, the day before Batman, the Spiderman, possibly one day of these ThunderCats, Mask or the Galactic Hawks. Also our current friends will disperse tomorrow, but we will be happy to have laughed together one, another and again until the episode makes us obsolete or the new version disenchant.
GI Joe, memorable for those of us who live that generation, for others so unlikely to spend 3 minutes, I know, the subject is in vain, as half of this post, but succulent as the joy of having had a day 13 years without remorse.