Cinema opening

Un, dos, tres, al escondite inglés

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UN, DOS, TRES, AL ESCONDITE INGLÉS. IVÁN ZULUETA, 1969, 90'

SCREENPLAY: IVÁN ZULUETA, JAIME CHÁVARRI. CAST: RAMÓN PONS, PATTY SHEPARD, JUDY STEPHEN, MERCEDES JUSTE, TINA SÁINZ, JOSÉ MARÍA ÍÑIGO, ANTONIO DROVE, CARLOS GARRIDO, MARÍA ISBERT, JOSÉ LUIS BORAU. PHOTOGRAPHY: LUIS CUADRADO. MUSIC: ANTONIO PÉREZ OLEA, VAINICA. DOBLE. PRODUCTION: EL IMÁN. 

Sinopsys: A band of young musicians will do the impossible to boycott a song they didn't like at all, and that's supposed to represent Spain in a famous musical contest.


Which film could we choose for the opening of the cinema? Which images and sounds could we choose to use a screen for the first time? Which film could we choose to present ourselves in public, to talk about the screen shared with Basque Film Archive, to place ourselves in the cinematographic ecosystem of Donostia, to unify underground and popular, to portray ourselves, to celebrate an opening to the public, to sing in the seats, to pay tribute to one of the greatest directors of the city, one of us, to bet on the future, on the history, on the risk, on cinema, on the fan-zine?

The name was really clear: Iván Zulueta. And the film, his first feature film where everything was to be done and to be sang: Un, dos, tres, al escondite inglés. Production by José Luis Borau, script by Jaime Chávarri, cinematography by Luis Cuadrado, soundtrack by Vainica Doble... And the young Iván made the pop póster and operated the camera in may 69.

And now, dear audience, as if this was a karaoke, the track, the track chosen for the Mundocanal song festival, the modern but melodic song that is the beginning of this unique musical:

Mentira, mentira, mentira fue tu amor. Mentira, mentira, fue aquel día de sol.
¡Y fue mentira aquel tiempo feliz en que vivimos tú y yo!
Fueron mentira tus besos, tus risas, y aquella fingida pasión.

Palabra, palabras, palabras, al azar. Palabras, al viento, perdidas en el mar.

¡Y ahora me buscas y te vuelves loco al verme reír!
¡Ya no te acuerdas de cuánto me has hecho, me has hecho sufrir!
Me has hecho sufrir, me has hecho sufrir, con tus palabras, palabras...

Mentira, mentira, aquel tiempo feliz.