Little by little between avocado and cherimoya we planted some other specimen and we make our first steps with an orchard behind the house. And to rest, a good movie that is always appreciated, this week played Pather Panchali.
Although in our film section we are not always going to occupy the seats to watch a documentary, or manuals of tropical crops, in some of them those tributes will be cast as those who do not want the thing.
If I say Indian cinema, the first thing that comes to mind is Bollywood with its bright colors, massive choreography and strident songs of love, joy and despair. Although I have to admit that the last time I had the opportunity to see one of those creations was when I was 10 years old.
Pather Panchali, is the first of the Apu trilogy, directed by Satyajit Ray. Far from the superfluity of the massive cinema of Bollywood, it is a sad and serene song of rural India, where the miseries are not solved with a snap of fingers. Scenes in which hope vanishes in the shadow of a fiction that narrates reality. It is the story of a society, of a family and of individuals whose daily routine is a silent struggle to survive. There is no gloating in their tragedies, but sobriety. It begins in rural India and ends there with a carriage loaded with the few items that can be carried.
The Woman and the Water of Nocem Collado
Not long ago, at the Mediterranean cinema club in Motril, we had the great opportunity to see the documentary “Woman and water” and meet in a debate with its director Nocem Collado. The trailer of The Woman and the Water reveals more than a thread of the fabric of the history of women in rural India that the documentary captures. Nocem Collado, who will probably never receive an Oscar or a Nobel Prize, had recorded the entire documentary with her camera on her shoulder, traveling alone, to offer us an intimate view of a compendium of injustices that in the subsequent debate the audience attributed to a far group of people called “them”. It does not take much to see that we are complicit in a system that allows such injustices. And I’m not going to roll up, but refer to a book fetish Martín caparrós “Hunger.”
Fiction films (Pather Panchali, the song of the road.), Documentaries (Women and water) or books (hunger). they are the faces of the same dice.
We could excuse ourselves in, The song of the road with the presence of mangoes, guava and sugar cane to share here in Tropicultura, or maybe even attach a recipe of nachos with guacamole to accompany, the truth is much simpler; We think it’s worth seeing, and the truth is that with good movies we do not nibble on anything.