What a surprise! The amazing – an adjective I pull from the top hat once in a while – debut movie as director of the chubby, just to assist you in placing our American actor, Jonah Hill, mid90s, allows me the opportunity to remember those first times that one never forgets, even as father time marches on mercilessly with his irreducible tick-tock covering everything in white. I’m not only referring to my first love, which is something we’ll always remember, even if there are twenty thousand afterwards. What about the aroma of the first cigarette, from that pack we hid in a gate of an abandoned house, with the most angelic innocence? Without thinking that when we got home our clothes would still be reeking of the smell of tobacco; the first kiss, let’s boil that one down somewhat for the love of god!; the excitement of those first nights out that seemed to last forever; the first weekend getaways giving the parents the slip, poor parents; the first trip, the first friends, those exciting waits while dividing up the boys and those flying motorcycle trips; the first boyfriend, if this concept still exists as such; the first date; the first and long-awaited calls; the first cards now replaced by the instantaneous WhatsApp; the first wedding and the first child, if any; the first loss of a loved one; the first pay check; the first house…
Memories that drift off and evaporate like soap bubbles; the first disappointments; the first job; the first prize; the bitter and the sweet, falling down and getting back up is what life is all about; heads or tails; those first times one gets stuck in a rut, so similar but so different, where everything turns out rosy, or not.
The fact is that we have seen stories of initiation in the cinema and some have marked us: tender, morbid, sad, happy, dramatic or funny, hundreds. But the film I’m referring to, mid 90s, is told so well. It’s the miracle of cinema that manages to connect with audiences as if it were … for the first time. It comes so natural to our director and, narrating something as personal as it is universal, he mounts us upon the skateboard of our protagonist and manages to share with us those impressions/sensations that are left tattooed on our souls.
We already know that life is a series of stages and we have to start over many times. But, suddenly, a movie like this appears that stirs you and rubber stamps itself on your memory, moving us because it is made of the purest and artisanal truth.
Don’t miss out on seeing what Jonah Hill, a great actor, has to say as a director, and it’s a lot, even though not many may hear it, because his film, warm and sensitive, is the complete opposite of what’s considered trendy in cinema today; sparks flying everywhere and spectacular. It’s minor cinema, not small, but rather intimate, and with the powerful ability to transcend.