I went to Warrina and saw a couple of foregn movies last night. First on the list was The Story of my Life. A French movie about a talented author who is a ghost writer for the rich and famous. Transforming their boring backgrounds into best seller books. However when it comes to writing his own story, he fails. He is asked to write the story of a footballer who drives him insane, but the footballer happens to be dating the authors love interest from college. A good, funny movie.
The second movie was Spanish film Volver starring Penelope Cruz. This was a slow movie. And yet it could have been so much better. The story had faked deaths, adultery, murder, incest, lies, cheating, and Penelope Cruz’s chest. And yet it failed to be a good movie. I’m not even going to bother describing the story, you can google it if interested.