The Man from Earth
Para Tania.
I’ll start by telling you that when I finished watching it I was left dumbstruck — with that feeling that stays with you only a handful of times after seeing a film. And I mean that it has happened to me with no more than ten films in my recent years as a cinephile.
The film is proof that money isn’t everything, at least not when it comes to cinema. How many big-budget films have disrespected us an infinite number of times. And then along comes this fellow, Richard Schenkman, to tell us a story. And that’s exactly what it is. A wonderful story — you either believe it or you don’t. And I think that’s beside the point. What matters is that you spend a magnificent hour and a half enjoying every line of dialogue, every expression of disbelief or astonishment on the faces of this man’s friends as he says his goodbyes before setting off on a journey.
The ending deserves its own paragraph. Sensational. At one point I thought: well, that’s it, that’s all there is. Now it ends, the conclusion stays open, and everyone goes home. But no. Schenkman gifts us an ending worthy of the film itself. The kind of ending that leaves you speechless, eyes wide open.
I hope you enjoy it as much as I did, Tudor.
Carlos