Film in

Last night I went to the cinema.

I wish! Sort of. I’ve finally signed up to a really good film streaming service (only available in Spain, Portugal and Mexico – if you’re elsewhere, hopefully you also have something better than Netflix). I hadn’t before so I’d be less tempted to stay in and more motivated to go out to see a film.

Apart from being able to have a drink while watching, it wasn’t as good as the real thing. The screen was too small. My couch is not as comfy as the seats at Zumzeig or the Renoir. Wearing headphones is a little uncomfortable. It just wasn’t an absorbing experience like going to the cine is, nor a culturally satisfying trip out.

I am very impressed with Filmin, though. I can spend the length of a film scrolling through the catalogue! It’s very well curated, with loads of thematic channels. There is all sorts of unusual stuff from all over the world, really recent releases plus lots of classics from John Hughes to Fellini. A cinephile’s dream, even better than UK’s Mubi and its brilliant thing of posting one new film a day which is then only available for a month. You can get Mubi here in Spain, but it’s much more serious in its selection of films.

Last night I chose an easy watch. I needed an English-language film, being tired after a full week of work (it’s strange to me that everyone is bored and needing tips on things to do to fill their time – I am plenty busy!). Someone mentioned The Kings of Summer to me years ago, so I watched that.

Jordan Vogt-Roberts, USA, 2013

It was OK, a fairly gentle coming-of-age comedy drama. Two 15 year-old best friends (and the weird boy from school) get so sick of their parents they run away and build a (miraculously watertight) house in the woods.

I really liked the soundtrack – Lee Scratch Perry’s collaboration with The Orb for a dub version of Little Fluffy Clouds! And the way it was shot, especially when they’re in these beautiful woods, was sort of dreamy but melancholy. Like a teenage summer.

Nice. But you know you’re getting old when you relate more to the complaining neighbour breaking up the party than the teenagers doing keg stands (peculiar American right of passage).

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