Vuestros placeres culpables

Estaba escuchando la banda sonora de Poledouris y no puedo menos que meterla en uno de mis guilty pleasures favoritos aunque es una peli que no la ha visto ni el tato, Wind

 
Huro qe io leí to-do esto, ¡lo huro!

On a dark desert highway
Cool wind in my hair
Warm smell of colitas
Rising up through the air
Up ahead in the distance
I saw a shimmering light
My head grew heavy and my sight grew dim
I had to stop for the night

There she stood in the doorway
I heard the Mission bell
And I was thinking to myself
This could be heaven or this could be hell
Then she lit up a candle and she showed me the way
There were voices down the corridor
I thought I heard them say

Welcome to the Hotel California
Such a lovely place
(Such a lovely place)
Such a lovely face
Plenty of room at the Hotel California
Any time of year
(Any time of year)
You can find it here

Her mind is Tiffany-twisted
She got the Mercedes bends
She got a lot of pretty, pretty boys
That she calls friends
How they dance in the courtyard
Sweet summer sweat
Some dance to remember
Some dance to forget

So I called up the captain
Please, bring me my wine
He said
We haven't had that spirit here since
Nineteen sixty-nine
And still those voices are calling from far away
Wake you up in the middle of the night
Just to hear them say

Welcome to the Hotel Califórnia
Such a lovely place
(Such a lovely place)
Such a lovely face
They're livin' it up at the Hotel Califórnia
What a nice surprise
(What a nice surprise)
Bring your alibis

Mirrors on the ceiling
The pink champagne on ice
And she said
We are all just prisoners here
Of our own device
And in the master's chambers
They gathered for the feast
They stab it with their steely knives
But they just can't kill the beast

Last thing I remember
I was running for the door
I had to find the passage back
To the place I was before
Relax, said the night man
We are programmed to receive
You can check out any time you like
But you can never leave!
 
Yo como Rodrigo, también defiendo el gran marciano.

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Huro qe io leí to-do esto, ¡lo huro!

On a dark desert highway
Cool wind in my hair
Warm smell of colitas
Rising up through the air
Up ahead in the distance
I saw a shimmering light
My head grew heavy and my sight grew dim
I had to stop for the night

There she stood in the doorway
I heard the Mission bell
And I was thinking to myself
This could be heaven or this could be hell
Then she lit up a candle and she showed me the way
There were voices down the corridor
I thought I heard them say

Welcome to the Hotel California
Such a lovely place
(Such a lovely place)
Such a lovely face
Plenty of room at the Hotel California
Any time of year
(Any time of year)
You can find it here

Her mind is Tiffany-twisted
She got the Mercedes bends
She got a lot of pretty, pretty boys
That she calls friends
How they dance in the courtyard
Sweet summer sweat
Some dance to remember
Some dance to forget

So I called up the captain
Please, bring me my wine
He said
We haven't had that spirit here since
Nineteen sixty-nine
And still those voices are calling from far away
Wake you up in the middle of the night
Just to hear them say

Welcome to the Hotel Califórnia
Such a lovely place
(Such a lovely place)
Such a lovely face
They're livin' it up at the Hotel Califórnia
What a nice surprise
(What a nice surprise)
Bring your alibis

Mirrors on the ceiling
The pink champagne on ice
And she said
We are all just prisoners here
Of our own device
And in the master's chambers
They gathered for the feast
They stab it with their steely knives
But they just can't kill the beast

Last thing I remember
I was running for the door
I had to find the passage back
To the place I was before
Relax, said the night man
We are programmed to receive
You can check out any time you like
But you can never leave!


Juro juro juro que he leido UN CHINITO PESCANDO!
 
Cortes recomendando TRANSCENDENCE, DREAMCATCHER y VICKY CRIS BCN

aunque al menos el ha entendido el sentido del juego
 
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Pues me estoy viendo todas las pelis de Philippe Lacheau y el tio no será ningún genio y las pelis serán una mierda pero os juro que con estas dos ha habido varios momentos de joderme de risa... "Super... ¿quién?" y "Se nos fue de las Manos"


Recomendables para pasar un rato entretenido y echarse unas risas sin pretensiones... ojalá hiciéramos comedias de este estilo en España...
 
Yo, desde que descubrí a Lacheau en 'City Hunter y el perfume de Cupido', creo que he visto también casi todas las películas de su pandilla (formada por el propio Lacheau, Tarek Boudali y Julien Arruti). Y coincido en qué, mejores o peores, son todas muy simpáticas y agradecidas para echar el rato, con su humor irreverente y a veces chusco, y con una factura audiovisual que aquí no se ve ni se espera.

Un saludete.
 
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