Word: polished
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...against it. But Barça, as the team is known, is nearer and dearer to my heart, ever so slightly. My love for the team sprang from my love of the city. A cousin of mine had fought for the republic in the Spanish Civil War. Why would a Polish Jew, who had never before set foot in Spain, journey across Europe to take up arms with the Catalans? As a boy, I began reading about Barcelona's resistance to Franco and developed a romance with the city. During my teens, I finally made a pilgrimage to Catalonia...
...Volver begins with a tracking shot through the cemetery in a Spanish village, as dozens of widows polish the tombstones of their late husbands. It is a collective act of devotion, of civic pride and maybe (from what we learn later in the film) of atonement. Among the mourner-scrubwomen are two sisters, Raimunda (Penélope Cruz) and Soledad (Lola Dueñas), tending the grave of their mother Irene (Carmen Maura), dead these four years. Visiting Irene's older, failing sister Aunt Paula (Chus Lampreave), they hear the daft woman's claim that she has been cared...
...shake at 8:15 along with a vat of celery and cucumber juice that morphs from bland to blah with each mouthful; an 8:30 hike involving prolonged uphill slogs; at 11:15 more juice and a wheatgrass chaser (imagine a concentrate of freshly cut weeds mixed with nail-polish remover). Then there's more yoga, lunch and time for a treatment, perhaps from Antonin Zemlicka, a Czech-born therapist who punctuates his savagely deep massages with epigrammatic statements. "A little torture is good," he says. "A lot of torture is better...
...sake of a match. But Barça is nearer and dearer to my heart, ever so slightly. My love for the team sprang from my love of the city. A cousin of mine had fought for the republic in the Spanish Civil War. Why would a Polish Jew, who had never before set foot in Spain, journey across Europe to take up arms with the Catalans? As a boy, I began reading about Barcelona's resistance to Franco and developed a romance with the city. During my teens, I finally made a pilgrimage to Catalonia. It was the week...
...shake at 8:15 along with a vat of celery and cucumber juice that morphs from bland to blah with each mouthful; an 8:30 hike involving prolonged uphill slogs; at 11:15 more juice and a wheatgrass chaser (imagine a concentrate of freshly cut weeds mixed with nail-polish remover). Then there's more yoga, lunch and time for a treatment, perhaps from Antonin Zemlicka, a Czech-born therapist who punctuates his savagely deep massages with epigrammatic statements. "A little torture is good," he says. "A lot of torture is better." That could easily serve as the retreat...