Una milla, cuatro minutos (o menos)

Me pasan un enlace; pincho, echo un vistazo.
Agradezco el descubrimiento. La película -de eso se trata- no aparenta ser la mejor de la historia, pero estoy completamente seguro de que me gustaría. De hecho, estoy tentado a pedirla; o... ¿alguien me regala el deuvedé?
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Puesto que casi cualquier coincidencia me vale como justificación para una evocación -al menos entre un par de cosas que me gusten-, me veo en la obligación de copiar la letra de una canción de Belle & Sebastian, The Stars of Track & Field:
Make a new cult every day to suit your affairs
Kissing girls in English, at the back of the stairs
You're a honey, with a following of innocent boys
They never know it
Because you never show it
You always get your way
They never know it
Because you never show it
You always get your way
Have you and her been taking pictures of your obsessions?
Because I met a kid who went through one of your sessions
In his blue velour and silk
You liberated
A boy I never rated
And now he's throwing discuss
For Liverpool and Widnes
You liberated
A boy I never rated
And now he's doing business
The stars of track and field, you are
The stars of track and field, you are
The stars of track and field are beautiful people
Could I write a piece about you now that you've made it?
About the hours spent, the emptiness in your training
You only did it so that you could wear
Your terry underwear
And feel the city air
Run past your body
Could I write a requiem for you when you're dead?
"She had the moves, she had the speed, it went to her head"
She never needed anything to get her round the track
But when she's on her back
She had the knowledge
To get her into college
But when she's on her back
She had the knowledge
To get her into college
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Una peli para teuve, con un tema interesante, una cuidada ambientación, suficiente buena pinta (en definitiva)...
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El tema, el tema.
¿De qué creíais que os hablaba cuando dije "poesía inglesa"?

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