speaking of the liberty to play whatever music pleases a person, one of my teenage neighbors exercises her right by playing the beatles' "don't let me down" five hundred times a day. i can recognize it by the bass line alone now. i could karaoke it without even slant-glancing at the lyrics on the screen. i'm sure she can, too.
i wonder how much english she speaks and if she understands the words. i wonder if she plays it because she's in love for the first time. maybe its just a simple obsession with the beatles. both scenarios are understandable.
and speaking of that thing called adolescence, i am going to break down and beg you to see a movie that has a lot to do with it: duck season or, as it's originally titled here in mexico, temporada de patos. it wasn't lost on family the funny circumstance of patricio and i going all the way to downtown houston to see a mexican film on the big screen, but it was worth both the trip and the teasing. i've even checked all the big cities on moviefone.com to see if it's still getting screening time, so my dear city friends, take an evening to treat yourself. there are so many good latin films that never get distribution deals in the united states, so i'd like to promote the lucky ones that do manage to find their way into american theaters. i haven't checked london or christchurch, but the movie might migrate overseas soon, too. i imagine it would find more than one comfortable spot to land.
if i or the link above have not yet convinced you, i'll pull my final card: patricio's nickname is pato, so for the love of pato, please go see it.
and if you find yourself in the car or the metro on the way to the angelika, the landmark, the laemmie grande, the magnolia or the pipers alley, with a vague bass line running through your head that makes you think, "yeah, duck season, don't let me down," i can almost guarantee that it won't.