Went to the International Film Festival Rotterdam today, with 3 Spanish (speaking) friends, to watch the Argentinian movie Bombón, el Perro (Bonbon, the dog). Getting coveted tickets for this festival was even more of an ordeal this year than ever before, on which I could write another entry, but these ones were arranged by a friend of my friend.
Before the movie started at 17:30, we had “lunch” at 15:30, and since the Argentinian restaurant Los Toros / Los Argentinos hadn’t “initialized” the kitchen yet, we went next door first, to an Irish Pub (!) on the Lijnbaan, where the Irish / British bar tender had not mastered the local language yet. What a surprise. After this, the Argentinian restaurant, with (probably) Surinam waiters, were up to speed, so we sat down on cow benches and consumed a big steak. Must have been the first time in my life I’ve had steak in the middle of the afternoon. However, 2 of the others who whadn’t had lunch, since they had their first movie at 11:30, must have been starving.
While the Festival is held at a dozen different locations in all theatres in Rotterdam, this movie was playing at the Luxor theatre, where I’d never been, but which turned out to have huge rooms, where you could easily have a Broadway show. Not that I’ve ever been to one of those. Although for people with long legs, the seats near the top would have been an issue, the “two persons seats” were nice without annoying an armrest in the middle.
The movie itself was hilarious, a 53 year old car mechanic, who had been layed off, is given a huge Argentine Dog, and picks up his life with all kinds of exciting activities, revolving around the dog. The underlying theme was a bit sad: unemployment, in the Argentinian region of Patagonia, with beautiful (if desolate) sceneries. Before (and after) the movie, the director himself, Carlos Sorin, appeared on the stage, introduced and interviewed by an American translator. After the movie, they appeared again and took questions from the audience. Quite nice!
After the movie, we tried to get last-minute tickets for another movie, Paradise Girls, but we were probably way too late, because even all the “re-distributable” tickets (of people who canceled, or didn’t show up) were sold out. So instead, we went to a Chinese restaurant for an “after-movie supper”, consisting of mango puddings. Yummy!
To be continued…