Watching you, I can not see you

Several occasions the cinema surprises me with films which trap the aspects from the real life, there where real life is dark, even hidden. In our temporal days, exact hours count the activities, the plans, if there are any; time is a guardian in the prison.
An essay about
Cinema rescue to the spectator and take him/her to the place where no time may do any erosion, keeping outside the elements which allow that a new film is born, let’s attend to the artistic material once finished, just considerations from a nice room where friends are meeting, eating, drinking, talking, looking at the screen, having pleasure in what Lauren Bacall says to Tom, or the way Bogart smokes in a mysterious way where the cigarette never get consumed.

I have seen (things that you mortal never believed…!) thousands times this Blade Runner, and I have given up imagining myself another futurist landscape.
These are eternal moments, and you do not need to tell anybody what is so obvious, these are moments made to last, artistically piece of the last age, where we are now.
Exactly as the male and its picture both are forever known, what is called fame, and the opera and the compositor, also, have their place in the most important human’s facts.

The EYE is the MUSEUM of the FILM, and that is why we will never forget Paris, from Casablanca, is not it?
And these moments will not be lost in time…like tears in the rain.

Thinking in the future like if it was possible to be recreated, like if my wishes and by myself only, the time which it is coming soon or later, better sooner than later, was susceptible of being drawn with the hand.
The fever of the novelty, as can be called, I will try to writte clearly: the fear to be disappearing without realizing it, like in those Return to the future where the young Michael J. Fox, Martin, see how the whole photograph which is hanging up, begin to evaporate. It is the Instantaneous photograph.

This quality if trapping an instant which disappear again and again, is called virtual reality.

Reality is what you can touch with the hands; says Kleinman, Woody Allen in The Death, also, let’s get shocked with Matrix, funny experience. What about if what your hand is not real but it seems like if it was?
In some cases the medicine uses this virtual quality to operate in those zones where the risk is high.
In someway, if the future could be just virtual…to operate in those zones where the risk is high…
But in fact, virtual is not any novelty. Aristotle spoke about Virtud (sic) and Virtud.
It seems to virtual….virtuoso, virtual…I am pretty sure this makes sense.
It makes sense for nothing probably except because the Eye and the Hand are present also in a number of religions or sects for making a divinity sense.
But it makes less sense to take small details and anecdotes which still are there.
We have seen that the details stop the tales that is enough.
Taking a look to a town lost in the hills, where? Of course, hills lost in a lost town, where the language is not Spanish but an original language which lives in the small communities, like this one, and where the life is a privilege itself, where just one day except the sacred Sunday, the children work like their fathers in the mine, and they do not use a technological equipment but the little hands and the good or bad luck to escape from the big stones which fall from the depth of the cavern, making a damned noise, taking the laughs of the children and there is nothing more to say because it is too much sympathy for something which is horrible. In this town there is a totem, whose name is like Fernandito, or a short Spanish name…and the quality is that in the name of that god, the hopes are lighted on by a man who speaks about Virgin Mary and all the saints, he respects the fact of the local superstition, who do not make distinction between a sect and other credo.

What is the impact of the virtual technology over this little town? There is no impact.
Progress and technical progress are great…but in the other hand I can not forget the human rights and more than that the human lives.
Let’s apply technology like this:
We built a town far away from the mine, and the technology will be used in marvellous artefacts which will take out the precious stones instead of the precious lives.
Technology is used in benefit or it will not be more, we can say also.
And ideology is something that can be thousands times removed so that will be the challenge.
The ideology is not the religion, is not the power, either the society, but it is here, present and now, operating like a virtual, spectral sequence of film. All the noise from pop music, from popular music, from soundtracks, from moods and emotions on the everyday TV series, is being masked and cooked and boiled and served and expected to be eaten with hunger, with addiction, then the animal will be waiting another day his owner’s voice. But who is the owner? Who is in the background?

In a hidden town where only one television machine is shared for all the families, and where the language is still the original one, besides the Spanish, what would happen is they in spite of the risk of the mine they also has to be expecting like TV consumers like all of us, the new chapter, the newest pop music? What would they do with themselves, if they knew what we know from the screen of TV?
They are in such a state of poverty that they can not make anything with our terminal illness, consuming as much as you can.
Taking as much as you can, it is a formulae which only grows in abundant zones, there where the children eat five times per day, luxurious sweets, from the shop of the corner.
Is this a kind of ideology that we share, and we will share?
Is there anyone who gets out of this? What did you do? Stop the emission?