All about .... Confusion
How do you go from planning to see an Almodovar film to actually seeing a Norwegian documentary about a transgender man in Norway?
Well, you take a spoonful of misinformation, add a twist of incomprehension and mix it all up in a bowl called Mexico City.
The adventure began when my flatmate suggested we go see "All about my mother", the film directed by Pedro Almodovar which was showing in a Museum/Cinema in the centre of town called El Museo del Chopo , an arty place owned by the University (UNAM). It all started relatively well. We boarded the metrobus and got off 20 stops later.
Mexico has a remarkably efficient bus system. The Metrobus is one line that goes from North to South of the city and the bus has its own independent lane. It is relatively quick and efficient and only costs 2.5 pesos erhem..1 pound equals 20 pesos approx!
We were 10 minutes late for the start of the film, discreetly sat down in the nearly empty cinema, only to notice that the film was actually a documentary filmed in black and white and in a language that was completely unknown to me. After a few minutes I realised that the film was in fact in Norwegian and spoke about a male transvestite and his relationship with his family (the documentary was filmed by his son). So in the end instead of seeing "All about my mother" we actually saw "All about my father" .
So much for a good ol' Almodovar film ... at least I got to practice my spanish reading skills!
Sigh.
Well, you take a spoonful of misinformation, add a twist of incomprehension and mix it all up in a bowl called Mexico City.
The adventure began when my flatmate suggested we go see "All about my mother", the film directed by Pedro Almodovar which was showing in a Museum/Cinema in the centre of town called El Museo del Chopo , an arty place owned by the University (UNAM). It all started relatively well. We boarded the metrobus and got off 20 stops later.
Mexico has a remarkably efficient bus system. The Metrobus is one line that goes from North to South of the city and the bus has its own independent lane. It is relatively quick and efficient and only costs 2.5 pesos erhem..1 pound equals 20 pesos approx!
We were 10 minutes late for the start of the film, discreetly sat down in the nearly empty cinema, only to notice that the film was actually a documentary filmed in black and white and in a language that was completely unknown to me. After a few minutes I realised that the film was in fact in Norwegian and spoke about a male transvestite and his relationship with his family (the documentary was filmed by his son). So in the end instead of seeing "All about my mother" we actually saw "All about my father" .
So much for a good ol' Almodovar film ... at least I got to practice my spanish reading skills!
Sigh.
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