Note added on September 21, 2013:
When I was a lonely ugly teenager, my mother was always working and my parents were separated, so I spent most of my time alone in the apartment, because I was too shy to go an socialize (ugly truth), until, I discovered a fabulous neighbor called Francisco Sánchez. He was a movie writer and a movie critic, and when he found out how sad and lonely I was, he invited me all the time to his house with his daughters and wife, to have a nice dinner, a rigorous movie (that he always chose), and later, a chat about them.
When there were movies that he thought I HAD to see for my education on TV, he immediately called me and asked me to no matter what, what whatever his chose was. He constantly kept on asking for my opinions and he got so moved and proud of me, that he mentioned me in two of his books. I almost cried.
Sadly, he passed away a couple of weeks ago. I couldn't go to the funeral because I was on the other side of the ocean, but I got to talk with his wonderful wife on the phone, and she told me that he considered me his third daughter and that he wouldn't like me to keep on crying, and that I had to keep on watching movies for him.
I always thought he was my second dad as well, and my taste for movies, I owe it all to him.
Thank you, Panchito (as we used to call him).
Later on we changed home, but I still saw him regularly, and talked to him, and even if i am a big girl now, I loved to sit on his lap and tell him he was my "daddy".
I don't know if anyone ever reads the tabs on the blog pages, so, I don't know if anyone will ever read this, but, since, for some reason I haven't been able to talk about my pain with anybody, maybe because I am too scared of letting it out, like opening a Pandora's Box, I'm gonna talk about it here.
Somehow I had to give him a goodbye and one of the biggest "thank you's" to someone in my life. I think that if I didn't become a teen thief, a drug addict, an alcoholic or a runaway, was 90% thanks to him, always concerned about me, checking if I had eaten, until what time I was gonna be alone at home, if I needed to be picked up at a friends house, or even if I needed money. Never let me alone.
Sometimes family doesn't come by blood.
And I also think that if I can handle a good movie conversation, and if I started collecting art movies as a maniac, is all thanks to him. And I also know that the pain will go away little by little, and one day I will remember him just for all the good things he gave to me. I just hope it doesn't take too long.
Francisco Sánchez, Mexican Movie Writter and Critic
(Francisco Sánchez, Escritor y Crítico de cine mexicano)
With all my love
And here is my little tribute, I'm gonna try to mention all the movies that I am in love with, but will take me a long time, because the list is, indeed, long. :)
Movies that in my rating have 10 out of 10:(Inspired me to write, to have a deep conversation with someone or just made me dream awake, changed my life, gave me a different point of view, made me cry, and/or moved me)
Pure fantasy, will make you dream and probably will make you cry
Genre: Fake Documentary
I felt identified with the characters, since I dedicated one big part of my life to acting
Philosophic questions everyone has, and, is a "crazy" person really "crazy"?
War times, a complicated love triangle. Must see.
What if Jesus was one of us? (I'm not gonna touch religion here)
Each short of the movie is the portrait of a dream. Fabulous.
Maybe the first comedy about vampires I ever saw. It made me laugh but since I watched it when I was around 8 it also scared the s..t out of me. I think this is the last film Sharon Tate made before being killed by the Manson Family.
The surrealism in Mexico by the 50's and 60's was in its golden age. Everybody in the movie understand what is going on but they can't do anything to stop it.
This movie horrified me sames as made me love it. It is unbelievable how low the mankind can get when they are not prepared for power, and how strong the survival instinct can be. It is really painful and based in a true story.
A very weird love-horror story between a vampire (Catherine Deneuve) and a not vampire that suddenly starts getting old (Bowie).
I cried like a little girl with this movie. It is not sad but it touches you really bad, specially if you know anyone with different capacities.
Whatever happened to Harold Smith?
Perhaps my favorite comedy of all times. I don't know why it didn't become more popular. It is set in the 70's and the art is priceless.
Talks with a Devil
Probably the first book that shocked me and made me re-think deeply who I was. It has two stories, but the second one, "The Benevolent Devil", made me realize a lot of things, from a very short age.
Although the prior book contains two stories, this one is an essay concentrated in the closest to the full understanding of the inner self. Loved it.