Stick to Wilbur
I finally went to the cinema. I could hardly believe months had gone by since the last time, and i indulged myself into one of the greatest pleasures for the eyes, the mind and the body (especially when it's so hot outside you don't want to leave the room after the credits roll).

The chosen was 'Wilbur wants to kill himself'. It's a Danish movie filmed in English language with an impressive bouquet of actors. A bitter comedy that makes you feel light upon leaving the cinema (and, in our case, have a long conversation over gin n tonics at the Cafe Central).

After that, i was on a roll. A few days later i took a walk and my steps took me to the same cinema, where i decided i needed another dose. 'La casa de los babys' is another somewhat bitter movie with a bunch a very good actresses, with a plot that never develops and a sense of boredom you simply don't ever overcome.

And then, the worst happened. You're driving from a town outside Madrid into the city. The road is probably and literally burning as you go. You stop at one of those massive cinemas tailor-made to see action movies à la 'Matrix'. You must chose between 'Spiderman 2' or 'Spartan'. You take option 2 because you have a faint memory of liking director David Mamet sometime in your previous life.

Jesus Christ. Val Kilmer is the piggy/main character. There is no script. Nor there is any of the so called action (which isn't really a big deal for me). The film is plain bad, like eating something that has gone off. With a weird taste in our mouths, we go back home. We are seduced by the idea of taking yet another sip of cinema and seeing 'Fahrenheit 9/11' but can't really be bothered. So we go to the DVD rentals and pick up 'Zoolander'. At least we giggled, and i had the enourmour pleasure of seeing Pablo do his very particular impression of the blue ice look.