Again is written in the press and other media about this damn country ... this time are Catalina Leon in The Telegraph on 12 May, and Claudia Reyes from Chile. Here
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stories and identities
Catalina León.
Who and how we Ecuadorians? Juan Martin Cueva wonders in his latest documentary This damn country. They slide on the screen faces and testimonies plural backgrounds, different phenotypes, seeds of people everywhere: the Far East, eastern and western Mediterranean, heirs to the love of black and Indian, gay, descendants of indigenous peoples, intellectual dark skin that break the stereotype of the wise grizzled, male and inescapably European. We see the English-native mixture, which is inconceivable without the Ecuadorian, and we see compatriots in the diaspora in pursuit of the dream that was denied by this country, the stepmother-to-drag.
The polychrome captured by the Cave sensitivity far from the monotony that until recently inculcated the official discourse, reducing the Europeanization Ecuadorian shade "white-mestizo." The other, the "blacks", Indians and many other phenotypic and cultural mixtures, whose names were banned, occupied a quiet corner in the stories written, visual and audio of the nation. Thus, the Ecuadorian nation emerged with a story severed on a multitude of sons and daughters of the wind.
"The Ecuadorians have different thermal effects: of the forest, ocean magnetism ... "
I was moved by the response to the longstanding question Cueva. The Ecuador grows with every color of the human, with stories of grief and generosity and love that overcomes the distance, with intentions to defeat the target and prisons, with the magic of the music vibrate in our people, between the marimba and Bach. Stories that grow in the jungle, at sea, in the wilderness, in the flourishing banks of our Coast. The Ecuadorian, then looks and says in many ways, dismisses many flavors, brings to the surface the most diverse feel: the forest, valleys and mountains and ocean magnetism, of all which makes Ecuador an amazing country. Ecuadorians are all that, says John Martin, a Babel of dreams and frustrations, injustices, ways of experiencing life. A Babel it hurts: This damn country! How do you melt it all in one pot? And how do you explain, then, extreme poverty and ostentation, conformity and economic exile of millions, the diaspora of the orphans?
occurs to me - or I suggested Cave? - Our wounds will heal only when we recognize our diverse heritage, "impure" and shining with her when joy is a possibility to everyone and everyone has the right to pride, the memory of their ancestral voices, their bodies, when no one is ashamed of the sound of their mother tongue.
Cave This work is unsettling, unexpected, and no definitive answers, a tribute to its author brings to everyone. The work will be released very soon, "Encounters of the Other Cinema", the reflective film that seeks the keys to the public and to transcend and invent new ways of being democratic nation.
This Damn Country, a documentary by Juan Martín Cueva
Claudia Reyes García
If man is language as suggested by Maturana, this damned country is a poem of humanism.
The film for me still has to do with the ritual of going to a room to watch the chosen movie, hopefully on a Sunday afternoon and the afternoon of film waiting in a cafe or a bar. Rarely, as it is, dust off my DVD and insert a CD. I do it because the film's director was a friend of adolescence in this "damned country." Because it has been kind and generous to send me a copy of their work. Because the past is in some way and as expressed in this damned country, the only real thing we have, although rarely try to resist the stigma of living ourselves and the people.
I've read some reviews about this film, all very good, lacking "buts", absent from "notwithstanding" and free of "however". Adjetivizadas far more than substantive, that is overflowing with praise. This background bothers me, what if I disagree, if I find arguments against the trend of applause and honors rendered? I'd catch the necessary good manners to say colloquially, "to cool your document, luck and thank you."
I see this damned country not once but twice. The first is both a deep enjoyment as a great relief. Is an excellent documentary and my fortune, I share with all who see him-is intensely literary. From this premise, I can dwell in abundance starting on its own interpretation of the title. Damn, as an adjective rather than substantive, it ceases to be a blasphemy and love becomes a runaway, a question that will reveal himself and gaining immediate effect. Juan Martin Cave has produced a succession of short stories, performed by the protagonists themselves, there are no actors in the classic sense. His film is well crafted, sound and simple but charming enough and photography.
The question, giving to others the task, I think is the matrix the plot. The search for the answer to the question "what about the Ecuadorian" is always present, however, stories are woven, not away from that storyline, new spaces open to the excitement.
not list people - because there are no characters mock-ups but spontaneous testimonies-that make up a perfect bunch of different identities, cultures, histories, origins, miscegenation, which lights give an overall view, not in the sense of response to what it means to be Ecuadorian, but each in its independence, race, time, color, contributes to a position, often antagonistic including their own search and / or acceptance of their origin and identity.
As messengers, in a succession of relay colorful face of costumes, from indigenous to black, interspersed by immigrants, not to generalize but its relatively unique history, call for the viewer to assemble your own puzzle.
There is a harmony between the open spaces, outdoor shots, and closed locations, also between the times published for each of the players invited to participate in this production. In this way we observe the democratic spirit of Juan Martín Cueva reflected in his work. As its literary mark.
share and I join the standing ovation and the honors lavished him read the comments.
I understand, and even envy, this search for a sense of belonging to a story, to a territory, from the most diverse cultural and racial variables. I loved (and love) deep that damn country, of my fucking teens-full of variables, contradictions, landscapes and identities. Relieve them, remember them, put them in value, build a place of charm and reflection, with all or almost all its nuances, its contradictions and expose them in an excellent audiovisual work, time, dialogue, inflection, photography and, of course, poetry is extremely significant not only for those trying to define what it means be Ecuadorian, and in that effort have gone from the deepest roots to the heartfelt despair, if not for the spectators beyond its limits, that without the task of searching among the children of the sun our origins, we can enjoy free from all distress, or caught up in it, so beautiful human poetry of this damned country. Claudia Reyes García
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