
You know, the International Film Festival of San Sebastian ends today and today was the day when the jury had to publish the name of the winner. And there is a tradition: nobody is happy with the award; never. There are always one, two or three titles that everybody thinks that can win, but they never win. Never. This years has been the same: three candidates. Three choices. Everybody was almost sure the Japanese "aruitemo, aruitemo" ("still walking") was going to win, because the other that could win, "Tiro en la cabeza" ("Shot to head"), was too controversial (critics would begin a war with knives and pistols, and it would be very dicussed in the society). Have any of these films win?
NO.
A Turkish-French-German-Belgian movie called "Pandoranin Kutusu" ("Pandora's box") has won. Oh, the drama. Oh, the whistling


Anyway, it's been a good festival for the people. I mean, I've looked at Antonio Banderas or Woody Allen quite close up. People like Jonathan Demme or Michael Winterbottom were regulars in the Old Part of San Sebastian (they like to eat a lot, as it seems


Nope, no autographs and no photos, I'm not one of these teens that wait in group at the Hotels' door to have any of them anymore (I've grown up, fortunately). I'm a calm admirer now
