Seeing this movie has made me ruminate on the nostalgia of the past and the memorable. I do not care about the criticism that has shot her, because these days the fanaticism for war games is sensitive, especially if it is associated with the American spirit. Outside of those BanalitiesI enjoyed the movie.
Perhaps many of us identify with this world of anonymous heroism (satisfaction for writing), with a blog of technologies that my relatives are unaware of by incompatibility, aimed at a group of visitors who ignore that I have a middle name and possibly not even the first.
While G.I. Joe Born for purposes of making toys in the male version of Barbie And its long uneven trajectory comes from the second world war, the film is based on the series "The real American hero"; the one that entertained us in the evenings in the eighties. At heart it is a film for adults who were once minors, it is cataloged for people over 12 years old but I doubt they can enjoy it passionately under 30.
The world has changed a lot, to understand the film you have to resort to the wikipedia, or to the page of Facebook fans, that easy, for the passion of history or premature Alzheimer's. Nor does it lose much of the original meaning, compiled in a current geopolitical environment, with technological innovations that are more logical than imaginary. It has smoked subliminals such as nanotechnology applied to genetics and the military, spatial trigonometry, special effects and a plot that gets out of control due to the attempt to associate the adaptation of the plot with the simple sketches of the strip that we remember.
The best thing it brings us is the nostalgia for what is gone, and that feeling that the memory is still alive, as if it had been yesterday. Hear the names Duke, Destro, Hawk y Storm shadow Or see the corpses of the Baroness y Scarlett reminds us of those afternoons that we used to chat with friends Topolls on a 15-inch screen as the intense heat turned down for the soccer game. It brings us to that stage when the cold war was raging outside but we lived in a world as innocent as the GNU, those friends that we rarely see, each scattered in their own entanglements.
- Aldo, now in his group Rock, composes
- Checho, who also followed the musical line, sings
- Gerson, unrecognizable in his billionaire world
- Caranga, wanting to finish his university, someday
- Jonathan, did not even say goodbye on his last trip to Iraq
- Duc, boring his students in the chair of history
- Juan, in his legitimate sexual preferences
- Marvin, 20 years sending remittances from Chicago
- And a few more that we missed the track
We were all the same, in good times and generally in bad times, not now. Such are the stories, they are recycled between the memory of the real and the plot of the imaginary. Yesterday the Transformers, the day before yesterday Batman, the Spider-Man, possibly one of these ThunderCats, Mask or the Galactic Falcons. Also our current friends will disperse tomorrow, but we will have the pleasure of having laughed together again, again and again until the episode makes us obsolete or the new version disenchants.
GI Joe, memorable for those of us who live that generation, for others so unlikely to spend 3 minutes, I know, the subject is in vain, as half of this post, but succulent as the joy of having had a day 13 years without remorse.