Bienvenido Mr. Marshall
Well, to Movie Night and to the ok-so-what-if-I-did-watch-a-movie-at-midnight freedom my new lifestyle affords me.
Bienvenido Mr. Marshall is on TV2 at 12:45am.
(Quickly, before you all suggest I ever so cleverly record it, so I can enjoy it at a less work-impactful hour, let me remind you that wanderers who quit good paying jobs to wander to Spain with a couple of suitcases do not immediately invest in DVD players.)
Bienvenido Mr. Marshall is a classic Spanish comedy (1952) about a small Spanish village preparing for the visit of 2 American officials who they expect to arrive bearing Marshall Plan gifts. It is without a doubt the cultural reference that most frequently flies directly over my poor little foreign head. I've heard friends quote lines from it; I'm reasonably sure I've heard them break into song about it. I can't possibly guess how many times my bewildered stare has been met by a giggly, out of breath "What? Haven't you seen Bienvenido Mr. Marshall?"
Well, tonight, gods of autonomía (self employment) be praised, I shall.
A brief summary from the New York Times:
Bienvenido Mr. Marshall is a comedy predicated on the Marshall Plan, which provided American financial aid to deserving European communities. When two Marshall-Plan representatives announce plans to drive through a small Spanish town on the Iberian peninsula, the mayor, in cahoots with a publicity agent, intends to make as good an impression as possible. As a result, all signs of Western culture are hidden, and the town is transformed into a picture-postcard version of Old Iberia. As the townsfolk await the arrival of the Americans, each citizen conjures up visions (mostly inaccurate) of what life might be like in the good old USA. The satirical thrust was misinterpreted as "leftist" by some observers when the film opened at the Cannes Film Festival.
And the NYT review.
C'mon 1245. C'mon 1245....
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