I usually like subtitled movies. Long time ago, I discovered that Hollywood artists did not speak plain Castilian. Around that time I also discovered that banks were not gigantic warehouses filled with shoe boxes to keep clients’ money. I was quite naive, indeed. Of course, in my world cathedrals had the choir at the back of the nave and the main entrance was on one side. This is a disadvantage of growing up in Plasencia, which Gothic cathedral is unfinished (they started building it on the same site where the Romanesque cathedral stood, which was being demolished, so both of them are unfinished…). The first time I saw a finished cathedral, I was taken aback by the choir in the middle of the nave, putting another obstacle between men and God… Oh, well!
Yesterday I sank lower than I thought possible, because I saw Dustin Hoffman chattering in French (dubbed, of course)…
I can’t wait to see “Perfume: The Story of a Killer”, one of my favorite novels. I am a little afraid, though. The translation into English was not that good…
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