It was the perfect plan.
A bunch of thieves managing a country suddenly became aware that people won't suck on their lollypops anymore.
So, they negociate with one "opposition" party and buy protection in exchange of the "political control" of the country.
Then, the new government is allowed by that alliance to continue with the old corrupted practices and better yet, to innovate in the art of robbing the whole nation.
New lollypops.
New lollypops with a rotten core. Now they can't stop, and they are able to steal elections, lie instinctively and kill people. Their own people. Mafia style.
Now, with the assasination of an executive of ISOSA, a PRI legacy, an obscure "private" company built with public funds, collecting tax fees on any imported goods and generating enormous profits, common Mexicans now understand another reason why there is not enough money in their homes, why food and services are more expensive every time and almost unreachable.
And the PRIAN people hypocritically asks before TV cameras: Why are they angry?
Carlos Salinas, Vicente Fox, Felipe Calderón, Marta Saghún, Elba Esther Gordillo, Francisco Gil Díaz, Luis Carlos Ugalde, Santiago Creel, Manuel Espino, Mariano Azuela.
If any of these guys openened a day care, would you trust them with your children?
jueves, agosto 31, 2006
viernes, agosto 11, 2006
Amor sin Anestesia
Seventeen years ago, I wrote a play named Amor sin Anestesia, or Love Without Anesthesia.
As a teenager I had very bad luck with girls, maybe because I was very thin, wore brackets and had very long ears. Wow, that explains!
Well, based on my own dramatic reality, Amor sin Anestesia was a real hit among my highschool mates. There was a full theatre in the debut and the play was a big success!
Several years later, in 1994, I bought my first VHS camera (a Magnavox Easy Cam). I called the original cast to record the play on video, so we could sell it to broadcast TV and then become rich and famous. Well, some of those things occured, some did not. And some of the original cast made it with the video and some didn't.
Later I will show you some of the original programs we used during the first live representations, as well as some newspaper clippings from those years.
I estimated the total cost of the production at about 500 mexican pesos ($500 US dlls.) The set was an old house in downtown San Nicolás de los Garza.
Everybody was very generous with the production. I didn't pay for their participation and I was a headache for all of them, pushing hard to get the performances exactly as I wanted.
Oh, boy, those times.
Enjoy it!
PART 1
PART 2
PART 3
PART 4
PART 5
PART 6
This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution 2.5 License.
As a teenager I had very bad luck with girls, maybe because I was very thin, wore brackets and had very long ears. Wow, that explains!
Well, based on my own dramatic reality, Amor sin Anestesia was a real hit among my highschool mates. There was a full theatre in the debut and the play was a big success!
Several years later, in 1994, I bought my first VHS camera (a Magnavox Easy Cam). I called the original cast to record the play on video, so we could sell it to broadcast TV and then become rich and famous. Well, some of those things occured, some did not. And some of the original cast made it with the video and some didn't.
Later I will show you some of the original programs we used during the first live representations, as well as some newspaper clippings from those years.
I estimated the total cost of the production at about 500 mexican pesos ($500 US dlls.) The set was an old house in downtown San Nicolás de los Garza.
Everybody was very generous with the production. I didn't pay for their participation and I was a headache for all of them, pushing hard to get the performances exactly as I wanted.
Oh, boy, those times.
Enjoy it!
PART 1
PART 2
PART 3
PART 4
PART 5
PART 6
This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution 2.5 License.
¡No contaban con mi astucia!®
I'm sorry but some of the thigs I want to write only comes in its spanish presentation. Consider this as an exception.
Thanks.
Nacho Libre es un viajesote.
Para los que vimos Napoleon Dynamite y somos ya incondicionales del director Jared Hess, pues ya le sabemos algunas mañitas y juegos que disfruta.
Claro, ahora se trata de una película en la que los estudios grandes seguramente le exigieron resultado$$$.
Aun así se las ingenió para recetarnos sus monos parados ahí nomás y las ridiculeces que hasta a uno le dan oso. Sin pasar por alto la agridulce visión que tiene de los mexicanos, y dentro de la que cabe la rica recreación de nuestras películas de luchadores, con sus caras brillosas, mala iluminación, trajes de terlenka y decorados de leopardo. Jack Black está loco y cada vez me cae mejor, logrando la capulinesca misión de gritar ¡Nachoooooo! y hacernos sentir que nuestros héroes mexicanos han vuelto.
La muy cuidada por la producción Anita de la Reguera, dios mío, qué pecaminosos pensamientos me llegan nomás de verla de monjita. Por acá dicen que se parece a Penélope Cruz y a Paz Vega, pero todos los que nos hicimos telenoveleros con las producciones de Argos sabemos la neta: Es un gran talento mexicano también en trajecito de colegiala.
El flaco Jiménez cumple con su misión: hacer que la gente se pregunte qué fregados hace ahí. Pero en general toda la película no tiene sentido, y eso nos lleva a la penosa verdad: El cine no tiene sentido. Y así sólo desmascarándolo, es que podremos conservar la cabellera dejándonos que nos aplique sus llaves.
Thanks.
Nacho Libre es un viajesote.
Para los que vimos Napoleon Dynamite y somos ya incondicionales del director Jared Hess, pues ya le sabemos algunas mañitas y juegos que disfruta.
Claro, ahora se trata de una película en la que los estudios grandes seguramente le exigieron resultado$$$.
Aun así se las ingenió para recetarnos sus monos parados ahí nomás y las ridiculeces que hasta a uno le dan oso. Sin pasar por alto la agridulce visión que tiene de los mexicanos, y dentro de la que cabe la rica recreación de nuestras películas de luchadores, con sus caras brillosas, mala iluminación, trajes de terlenka y decorados de leopardo. Jack Black está loco y cada vez me cae mejor, logrando la capulinesca misión de gritar ¡Nachoooooo! y hacernos sentir que nuestros héroes mexicanos han vuelto.
La muy cuidada por la producción Anita de la Reguera, dios mío, qué pecaminosos pensamientos me llegan nomás de verla de monjita. Por acá dicen que se parece a Penélope Cruz y a Paz Vega, pero todos los que nos hicimos telenoveleros con las producciones de Argos sabemos la neta: Es un gran talento mexicano también en trajecito de colegiala.
El flaco Jiménez cumple con su misión: hacer que la gente se pregunte qué fregados hace ahí. Pero en general toda la película no tiene sentido, y eso nos lleva a la penosa verdad: El cine no tiene sentido. Y así sólo desmascarándolo, es que podremos conservar la cabellera dejándonos que nos aplique sus llaves.
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