Del olivido al no me acuerdo
Mexico,
1999, 75 min
Shown in 2001
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Juan Carlos Rulfo in person.“What’s that noise? It’s the silence.” In his novel Pedro Paramo, the Mexican poet and novelist Juan Rulfo tells of a man who returns to his ancestral home to learn about his father, and finds a town of evasively garrulous ghosts. Director Juan Carlos Rulfo makes his own such journey, to Jalisco, where his father, the writer, grew up. In this film filled with beauty and humor, the elderly citizens of Jalisco cast a spell on Juan Rulfo. No matter that they don’t care to remember Juan except in fleeting, contradictory details; Rulfo hijo is really after something else—the milieu that produced the man who, it is said, invented magic realism. He finds a preserved universe of sung poetry and salty spontaneity, of weathered philosophies and tales grown and nurtured. Rushing clouds, rocks that shimmer with stillness against a startling sky, endless plains photographed from above—a surreal vision, showing space as time (and so, as memory). Like the sunbaked earth, the old folks of Jalisco have formed a crust that holds in memory and holds back time. Not ghosts at all, they’ll be very much alive until the last minute. As one man muses, “There won’t be another world as good as this one.”
—Judy Bloch