HOTEL CHEVALIER

- Pase lo que pase al final, no quiero perderte como amigo.

- Te prometo que nunca seré tu amigo, pase lo que pase. Jamás.

WES ANDERSON "Hotel Chevalier"

* La mayoría de la gente que ha visto "Viaje a Daarjeling", la última película de Wes Anderson, coincide en que el cortometraje que la antecede, "Hotel Chevalier", es infinitamente superior a la película. Yo aún no la he visto, pero sí este corto (que podéis ver aquí) y realmente (escándalos publicitarios a parte, como el revuelo que causó Natalie Portman al decir que se arrepentía de haberse desnudado para su rodaje) es un reflejo conciso y bastante estético del final de una relación. Portman, con un estilismo que recuerda a Jean Seberg en "Al final de la escapada" de Godard, irrumpe en la habitación de Jason Schwartzman para recuperarle. Es evidente que él ha huido de ella después de que ésta le rompiera el corazón, y también es evidente que es una relación más que rota, pero algunas historias tienen que tener un buen epílogo, y esta es una de ellas.



** Quizás lo mejor de este corto haya sido el descubrimiento de la canción que configura su banda sonora,"Where do you go to my lovely" de Peter Sarstedt, una delicia:

You talk like Marlene Dietrich
And you dance like Zizi Jeanmaire
Your clothes are all made by Balmain
And there's diamonds and pearls in your hair, yes there are

You live in a fancy apartment
Off the Boulevard Saint-Michel
Where you keep your Rolling Stones records
And a friend of Sacha Distel, yes you do

But where do you go to my lovely
When you're alone in your bed
Tell me the thoughts that surround you
I want to look inside your head, yes I do

I've seen all your qualifications
You got from the Sorbonne
And the painting you stole from Picasso
Your loveliness goes on and on, yes it does

When you go on your summer vacation
You go to Juan-les-Pins
With your carefully designed topless swimsuit
You get an even suntan on your back and on your legs

And when the snow falls you're found in Saint Moritz
With the others of the jet-set
And you sip your Napoleon brandy
But you never get your lips wet, no you don't

But where do you go to my lovely
When you're alone in your bed
Won't you tell me the thoughts that surround you
I want to look inside your head, yes I do

Your name, it is heard in high places
You know the Aga Khan
He sent you a racehorse for Christmas
And you keep it just for fun, for a laugh, a-ha-ha-ha

They say that when you get married
It'll be to a millionaire
But they don't realize where you came from
And I wonder if they really care, or give a damn

Where do you go to my lovely
When you're alone in your bed
Tell me the thoughts that surround you
I want to look inside your head, yes I do

I remember the back streets of Naples
Two children begging in rags
Both touched with a burning ambition
To shake off their lowly-born tags, so they try

So look into my face Marie-Claire
And remember just who you are
Then go and forget me forever
But I know you still bear the scar, deep inside, yes you do

I know where you go to my lovely
When you're alone in your bed
I know the thoughts that surround you
'Cause I can look inside your head

PETER SARSTEDT