Sexo fácil, películas tristes

Sexo fácil, películas tristes. Alejo Flah, 2014

Sad films, sad films

It must be difficult to try to concentrate yourself on work without thinking on your own life. Your problems are probably there too, also floating in the air of your mind, in the atmosphere of your thoughts.

Difficult, they say.

The moment you pick up a story you think you would like, you choose some piece of your past life to watch, to read… You do it and you can’t help.

The sooner you realise it, the better, trust me.

Sexo fácil, películas tristes is a kind of stupid story about script writing and love living, or about love frustrated and script writing, or maybe about how the fucking love tryes to spoil a writer’s mind without asking, constantly.

Two stories are told from the same point of view: the author’s. There is a script writer who is developing a pretty young couple love story and on the other hand, there is also this same script writer’s personal life. Nothing happens unexpectedly, that’s true, but it can be a nice film unless you have these kind of prevailing thoughts, always there to fuck you up.

Sad film anyway. Maybe you like sadness.