Un Prophete

On Thursday evening my mom told me that we were invited to the opening of the "European Cinema Week" here in Buenos Aires. Personally I enjoy going to those openings, seeing the directors and drinking almost good champagne while talking smart things and bragging about who I love French cinema, so I said sure, lets go!. My father opposed but he went with us just because he had nothing to do. After leaving home I checked IMDB on this "Un Prophete", and it had 8.1, and the Tags were "Mafia, Inmates, Prison" and the description "A young Arab man is sent to a French prison where he becomes a mafia kingpin", and that's what I told my mom when she asked what this movie was about, and she said "O, a French detective Noire film, good" and I said "No, its nothing like that its Mafia gang violent prison stuff" and she apparently achieved to misunderstand my words and said "o good, i like French detective films", so I said, Whatever.
When we got into the theatre, some Cannes big shot explained the whole thing and presented some European directors and actors who where in the theatre with us, everyone applauded and when he said "every year in Cannes the journalist expect something strong, so we wait until Saturday and show the strongest film we have, and this is it." That was when me mom said "mmm, I think we are leaving" and I opposed rotundly.
The film started, it was good, but then half an hour passed until something happened, and that something was this guy sticking a razor in his mouth and bleeding, then my mom left and so did lots of people. Five minutes later this guy was stabbing another one with this razor with his mouth and lots of Tarantino style blood spilling all around. The guy on my right was an american film critic and he was covering his face saying "Shit o shit shit", and I told him "Pretty fucked up huh?" and he said "Totally fucked up". As the movie continued it turned more and more unrealistic and French. This meaning that for 40 minutes nothing happened. The director sitting just in front of me had directed something important like, academy award wining or something like that. He fell asleep, so did the producer by his side. The Spanish directors and producers at his right just left, so did the Cannes big shot, who returned 1 minute before the screening ended. The movie was good, yes but it over 60% of the material was unnecessary which made it extremely long. I fell asleep for like 5 minutes and when I woke up I had no idea what was going on, but it was so late and I was so tiered that I didn't really mind. I didn't left just because my mom said I wouldn't like it and she was right, but I wouldn't let her know that.
I realised no one else was enjoying this when some granny's phone started ringing and no one cared, she even answered the fucking thing and no one cared.
In the last 30 minutes (of 155) I was so sick of this thing that I started looking around, in my row, only twos eats were still occupied, one of which, me.
Finally, it ended but I wouldn't just leave, I wanted to look intellectual in front of the directors and act like I was reading the credits, impossible thing as I had left my glasses at home, then I clapped and run away.
Was it good? Yes
Did I enjoy it? Not a bit.
See you soon guys, sorry this one was so long.