Nice Tango Videos :: Tango, A Message from the Concrete Jungle (2013)

So on Vimeo (which I like better than YouTube, because it's more film-maker-ey and artsy-fartsy) there are lots of people trying their hands at amateur shorts and such, as well as pros. People wanting to tell a tango story using video as their medium. Tons and tons. So many that it would be difficult/impossible to sift and parse through all of them. There almost needs to be an TangoIMDB of all of the best. Feature length films with tango elements in them (very few), documentaries (more), and shorts, probably in the thousands.

Anyway, just blathering.

Here's a nice one.

Tango, A Message from the Concrete Jungle from ColdSun Productions on Vimeo.

By ColdSun.eu

This poetry video is an elegant dance between the city of Buenos Aires and the Tango. The poem is written by Andres Bosso and the music composed by the poets brother, Jorge Bosso.

The city of Buenos Aires, the poem and this intimate partner dancing inspired us to shoot this video.



Directed by Alessio Cuomo

Cinematographer: Ignacio Masllorens

Poem by Andres Bosso, taken from the book Luz Natural

Music: Tango's Gedanke

Composed by Jorge Bosso

Poem recorded at IDQ Studio Utrecht

Translation by Matthijs Beeren & Jean Lanham

Special thanks to the tango dancers: Tatiana Lopez, Edison Chaves, Lucy Attwood, Gonzalo Navarro



Camera: Canon 60D

Edited & color graded in Final Cut Pro and Magic Bullet.



A ColdSun Production © 2013

www.ColdSun.eu

Bandoneón :: A poem by Mario Benedetti

Terence Clarke just wrote a piece about the death of Mario Benedetti, a notable Uruguayan writer. He died on May 17 in Montevideo. Here is his article from the website "Red Room...where the writers are..."

Terence included this poem by Benedetti, along with his translation into English:

Bandoneón
Mario Benedetti

Me jode confesarlo
pero la vida es también un bandoneón
hay quien sostiene que lo toca dios
pero yo estoy seguro de que es Troilo
ya que dios apenas toca el arpa
y mal

fuere quien fuere lo cierto es
que nos estira en un solo ademán purísimo
y luego nos reduce de a poco a casi nada
y claro nos arranca confesiones
quejas que son clamores
vértebras de alegría
esperanzas que vuelven
como los hijos pródigos
y sobre todo como los estribillos

me jode confesarlo
porque lo cierto es que hoy en día
pocos
quieren ser tango
la natural tendencia
es a ser rumba o mambo o chachachá
o merengue o bolero o tal vez casino
en último caso valsecito o milonga
pasodoble jamás
pero cuando dios o Pichuco o quien sea
toma entre sus manos la vida bandoneón
y le sugiere que llore o regocije
uno siente el tremendo decoro de ser tango
y se deja cantar y ni se acuerda
que allá espera
el estuche.

Bandoneón (translation by Terence Clarke)

I’m fucked, confessing it,
but life too is a bandoneón
there are some who hold that God plays it
but I’m sure that it’s Troilo
since God can hardly play the harp,
and that badly

whoever it is, the one sure thing is
that it stretches us out in a proper pure solo
and then brings us down to so little almost nothing
and for sure drags confessions from us
clamoring complaints
the vertebra of happiness
hopes that return like prodigal sons
and above all like refrains

I’m fucked confessing it
because for sure, right now, today
few
want to be tango
the natural tendency
is to be a rumba or mambo or chachachá
or merengue or bolero or maybe casino
and at the very last a little waltz or milonga,
and a pasadoble? never
but when God or Pichuco or whoever
takes in his hands the bandoneón life
and suggests to it that it weep or cheer
you feel the tremendous decorum of being tango
you just go ahead and sing and you would never agree
that there awaits
your casket.