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BLUE SUMMER

DAD'S PARTY

He leaves his room like a pigsty.

He won't clean up this mess.

Oh my God. He leaves things everywhere.

And he expects his mom to clean it.

As if his mom didn't have anything else to do.

He will hear tomorrow.

"If you see around that teaser Chris

tell her that our friendship is overdue.

If she likes that corny Donny just because he looks like Travolta,

fine with me. And I don't care if he helps her to get into the disco.

Besides, there are hot babes here."

Hot babes?

"And if you want you can tell her I kind of have a girlfriend here.

Well.. she's just a friend but

I'm trying to turn her into something else.

She's a gorgeous girl. You'll like her when you meet her.

About the motorcycle, still nothing, man.

And about our trip abroad next year,

I haven't talked to my father yet.

But I fear that once I tell him, he'll get pissed.

He'll give me the usual sermon when he was my age.

They don't realize times are different now.

Parents are a hassle, man."

Enrique.

Look what you've done.

Sorry. You called me, and I turned suddenly.

I forgot I had this in my hand.

I don't find this amusing, you know.

It was just a joke, woman.

Yeah, but now is no time for jokes.

This is a good time for fun.

Besides, a little water is always nice.

Where is Quique?

- I don't know. He left. - Where?

- I don't know, he didn't say. - And you didn't ask him?

No. Why? what happened?

Nothing. Never mind. Your son leaves and you don't ask him where.

He must have gone find his friends and they'll go to the beach as always.

Of course, as always. And you have no idea what he does.

You just know what you think you know.

That splash was harsh on her.

Sorry, beauty. I had forgotten how angry you get with a little water.

It's weird.

All the flowers like to be watered and you, my beautiful flower...

Cut it out. You're so full of crap.

You get angry about silly things.

I'm not angry. And not because of this anyway.

Ah, no? why then?

It's because Quique...

Something happened to the boy?

No, it's not that. Are you sure you know your son well?

Sure. I know he sometimes gets carried away about what he wants,

but I've told you before that you spoil him a lot.

You let him do anything.

Will you tell now what's going on?

Nothing. I told you it's nothing. He's at a difficult age and...

I don't know... He's changed. Don't you see? He has his own friends

And girlfriends. And we don't seem to matter anymore.

Okay, and what's wrong with that?

I'm glad he likes girls. I'd be worried if he didn't.

Besides, he inherited that from his father.

You know I'm just kidding. You're the only one I like.

Besides, there aren't any nice girls here.

He thinks there are some hot babes here.

Hot babes?

When did he tell you that?

He didn't tell me.

He told his friend Tony in a letter

and asked him to tell it to the teaser girl Chris.

And to tell her that their friendship was overdue.

Overdue? But who's that Chris?

See? We know nothing about our son.

Well, don't overreact.

The boy is going through what he has to go through. That's natural.

We all experienced that at his age. More or less.

And one day, while making his bed,

you may find in his sheets...

What you'll have to find.

It's natural. He's becoming a man. Come on, let's go for a walk.

A man. That's why he needs us now more than ever.

If he were a girl instead of a boy, I'd talk to her.

Being her friend so she would tell me everything without secrets.

But since he's a boy

I think it's logical that you must be the one to worry about it.

What do you want me to do?

You don't expect me to tell him how to do it, do you?

As in the joke: "Remember son those two Swedish girls?

well it's the same as the flowers and the birds".

Come on. Don't you think your son already knows all about it?

Nowadays they already know it when they're born.

You always say the same. It's not just that; there's more to it.

Fears, desires, dreams... Whatever. You guys only think about that.

Again, what do you want me to do?

I don't know... Get closer to the boy. Gain his trust.

Be his friend. A true friend.

I already do that. I tell him what he must do and what he shouldn't.

I try to give him good advice

and set a good example for him. Don't I do that?

Yes. I'm not trying to blame you.

I know you do what you can to guide him and help him have a good life.

Well then.

You can't keep him tied up like a dog all day.

No. But if you had a closer relation with him,

I think that would be good for the child.

Okay, okay... We will see what happens.

What?

- Now, it's a good time. - What for?

To start talking to him.

But he's reading. Don't you see?

- And what is he reading? - I don't know.

See? You don't even know what your son reads.

- What are you reading? - A book.

I can see that, but what book? What's its title?

The Little Prince.

- You still read fairy tales? - It's not a fairy tale.

Ah. I thought that from the title.

What is it about?

Do you know what this drawing is?

- Let me see... A hat. - A hat.

The book is about that.

About people who think that a snake eating an elephant looks like a hat.

It's a little weird book, isn't it?

- Is it yours? - No, somebody lent it to me.

Who? If I may ask.

- Julia. - The painter.

Do you know what I read when I was your age?

I liked stories about fist fights and shots. And lots of action.

Real stories, unlike those

you call comics or whatever.

Roberto Alcazar's books and "Pedrin", the masked warrior.

And FBI's with Sam Jack and Bill.

The masked man... What was his name? I can't remember.

And there were those other ones like "Coyote",

Marshal Lafuente, who always died

and some bandits even died four times.

And guns with six barrels, which could kill 14 people at once.

Pete Rice, Doc Savage...

You've never even heard of them, have you?

Some of them, yes.

Why should you know about them.

But I also liked love stories.

Especially if they were a little hot, if you know what I mean.

You mean erotic or pornographic?

No, son. At that time there was no such thing.

Do you know that there were no kisses in the movies?

Weren't there any romantic movies?

Yes. But at the most exciting moment,

when the boy approached the girl, they cut.

And in the next scene they were already married.

And she was pregnant. We were never allowed to see anything.

Did they think it was bad that they kissed?

I guess so. In School, when a boy was going to kiss a girl,

the Father would cover the projector with his hat.

And when he removed the hat, their faces were already separated.

We would make a big fuss but it was no use.

How times have changed.

Once they started showing kisses in the movies, if they weren't too daring,

we boys would count them as if they were goals.

One to zero. One equal. 2 to 1. Like that...

Why?

I don't know. Everyone did it. Just a habit from soccer, I guess.

Very stupid, isn't it? You were more repressed than a monk.

Yes. A bit.

But nowadays they over do it in the movies and magazines.

It's all sex, always sex and more sex.

That can harm you more than the the other stuff.

More than keeping score?

More than no kissing in the movies.

After all, a single kiss is not that important

but it leads to another and to all the rest

and one ends up seeing what shouldn't be seen and even more.

Well, whoever goes there wants to see it.

Yes, but it's a temptation which is there.

And not all people have good education and good moral sense.

Besides, you run across it everywhere.

You see that they're playing a Pinocchio movie

and you think it won't be of that kind,

but then you find that these Pinocchio has these huge nose...

Well, it's not my fault, right?

No, of course not son. We're just talking as friends, right?

- Where are you going? - To find my friends.

- Okay. - Bye.

Goodbye, son. We should talk again. Like two good friends.

- So? How did it go? - Well

Do you have similar tastes in reading?

Similar? A hat that is not a hat, but a snake eating an elephant.

Things were more serious in our time.

Well, you'll see how you'll understand better after you talk.

Now you have to come closer to him each time.

Until he considers you as one of his kind. A real friend.

Quique, please ask your father to give me the ball.

Let's see. Whom should I throw it to?

- Here. - To me, to me.

Quique, man. The ball was going towards Piraña.

Well, he should then give it to him.

If I call my father we will then catch it too.

Listen, I didn't call him.

Calm down, boys, it was just a joke. Here.

Pass it.

I won't play anymore.

- Why, Quique? - Because he's an idiot.

I didn't say anything. I just said the ball was ours.

Isn't that right Quique?

You shut up or you'll get it.

Sure.

- I haven't spoken to you. - But you spoke to my brother.

Come on. Boys, calm down. Nothing has happened.

And you Quique, don't take it bad. Children shouldn't fight.

If you want, we throw the ball in the air and whoever catches it gets the turn.

No way. The ball is mine.

I have it and won't let it go unless somebody takes it from me.

Well, it was just a suggestion.

I won't play anymore.

Play something else then.

Of course, you take your son's side.

I bet you don't know how old I was when I first saw the sea.

Eight years old?

Twelve?

No. Much older.

Sixty?

- What are you saying kid. - I'm not a kid.

At twenty-one. When I was enlisted in the army in Bilbao.

Why did you wait so long? Didn't you know where the sea was?

Because in those days only rich people's children went on vacation to the sea.

We weren't as lucky as you are. You've got everything done for you.

That's why you don't appreciate things.

As I was saying, the first time I went to the sea,

I spent five hours in the water, playing and jumping the waves.

I couldn't believe I was there.

I was the happiest man in the world.

And I was already twenty-one. I was no longer a boy.

And you boys here argue and fight

and even get bored in spite of having all this to enjoy!

Come on, let's all jump into the water. I'll go first and head on.

These kids get me into trouble.

First, they start a war and now I almost broke a leg.

And what for? They ignore me.

- Does it sting? - A little.

- You gotta have a little patience. - I didn't complain.

I mean with Quique.

It's normal that you'll have a hard time getting into his private world.

Boys are very introverted.

- Yes, but I'm his father. - I know.

Of course you know it.

Don't be silly. What I mean is...

You don't seem very close to him lately.

Because I also have other things to do, you know.

For instance, working every day of the year.

Except for these days when I was supposed to rest.

Don't change the subject.

I'm just trying to tell you

I think it's very sad that our only son,

tells a friend what he hides from his parents because he doesn't trust them.

And he says his parents are a hassle and don't have a clue.

Is that what he says? He's gonna listen to me.

Sure, he's gonna listen to you!

See? That's how you lose your son's trust.

Reading his letters

and complaining about what he wrote in them.

I didn't read them.

Oh, so you're now blaming me for everything.

Look, don't twist things around.

I'm not blaming you for anything. You're the one who's accusing me.

Okay. If you don't want to take care of your son...

Don't want to take care of my son? Are you serious?

I just don't want to become his watchdog.

I won't be his watchdog no matter whether you like it or not.

I brought olives and almonds, okay?

Okay.

- She's a hot babe, isn't she? - Too much for my body!

What? Oh, yes.

What?

Nothing, I was just thinking about how you boys talk nowadays.

What a jargon. I have no idea how we understand you.

I dig it.

Well, for me, it's "overdue".

It's amazing how times change!

Thirty years ago, when I was about your age.

You even speak differently now.

And everything else was different.

And it was also different with girls.

No. Don't think we didn't run after them too.

Some Sundays we'd spend all afternoon walking up and down the street.

Following one girl, then following another one...

With some we would spend hours talking and telling them things

and there was no way to make them say a word.

In those days it was very difficult to get a date.

You could arrange to meet with friends in someone's house to listen to music...

The boys I'm talking about, at least those in towns as it was my case,

the only entertainment we had was the movies and walking in the street.

There were parties, of course. But only girls with partners would go.

Normal girls wouldn't go.

They were afraid. Concerned about what people would say.

In that respect, there is now less hypocrisy.

I don't care what people think.

You cannot understand it. Besides,

It's different for women than for men. They had to protect themselves more.

Women are equal to men. But they have been marginalized.

You can't understand it, son. Those were different times.

For instance, do you think that women

That women wore pants or smoked in the street?

That seems so normal nowadays.

Look at them now. Walking around in bikinis or almost naked.

And it seems natural now.

But in those days certain things were inconceivable.

Do you think I'd dare to tell my dad that a girl was a hot babe?

He would smack me real hard. And the same goes with everything.

And what did we have? We had nothing.

While you now can have everything. A bicycle, an official soccer ball,

a motorcycle, a boat, 20 euros from dad...

Do you know when I got my motorcycle? Shortly before getting married.

Many guys my age already have one.

You are all pampered and spoiled. I'd like to see you in those times.

Today, you find anything you want. Everything is given to you.

You don't have any kind of problem.

- We also have our problems. - What problems do you have?

You mean I won't buy you the motorcycle you want?

Among other things.

Such big problems!

Right. They don't matter to you.

You only care about you, but we also have problems.

And perhaps even worse than yours.

But since you think you're buying everything for us

or you can buy anything we need,

then everything's fine.

But there are other things, you know? - What things? Tell me.

I have to go.

Come on, guys. Are you sleeping or what?

You could have warned us that your father was coming.

- Why? - So we wouldn't have come, man.

He's been acting very strange the last few days.

He spends all day talking about when he was my age.

Strange things. I think he makes them up.

Can you believe they counted like goals the kisses actors gave in a film?

- Yes, now there's plenty like potatoes. - It's true.

And he insists on going with me everywhere.

Your father is a pain in the neck, Quique.

Come on, guys. You're sleeping.

- Doesn't he get tired. - I'm exhausted.

And we could be enjoying ourselves so much.

We're going to look for Julia.

If you want, we can meet later when he leaves.

He must think we're running the Tour of France.

Come on boys, let's make a run.

What's the matter? Are you tired?

No...

Let's make a race. Let's see how are those legs.

Ready? One, two and three.

What a dull day

Twelve, thirteen, fourteen and fifteen.

There.

Nowadays you don't even know how to play.

When I was a boy like you, we played a thousand different things.

We were never bored as you. You look pathetic.

Come on, now we need to make two teams.

Dad, we now no longer play that.

What do you play then? Nothing. You've lost the ability to play.

We never stopped. Chains, cops and robbers,

the donkey, the bomb, one, two, three English shoe,

Like mother like son.

Those games are for small children now.

Small children?

I played them even when I already wore baggy pants.

Baggy pants?

Baggy? Those you wear for war?

Don't you know what baggy pants are?

I do.

Of course, you do now...

because you've heard me talk about it.

And we played "El Marro"; that was good.

And making noise with the neighborhood kids.

And those soccer matches.

Madrid versus Bilbao.

lriondo, Venancio, Zarra, Panizo, Gainza.

Carlson, Ben Barek, Mujica, Silva and Escudero.

What? You've never heard of them?

My God. Today you only know what they tell you on TV.

Our life was different. We had no option.

The street was our second home. Actually first.

We were there almost all the time. Of course there were fewer cars then.

We played in the street and maybe every half hour we had

to move to the sidewalk to let a car pass.

And you didn't have TV, did you? My father told me.

Sure, man. Encourage him to talk more.

We wished we had TV then.

A radio was enough for us.

But believe me, it was more fun than television.

Those shows: 'Weekend cavalcade'

'Criminals never win'.

And the contests... 'Keep it or leave it'.

'Miss or Mrs.? Miss'.

'Because that's all you want'.

The whole family gathered around the radio.

I got it.

We can play blind chicken. Let's play the blind chicken.

You won't say that's for small children.

We played it when we were 14.

It was the only way you could touch somebody.

Come on, I'll be the blind chicken.

Ready, go. I don't see anything.

- You don't you see anything? - No.

- Are you sure? - Sure. I give you my word.

Now you must say: Blind chicken, what have you lost?

Go ahead, say it.

- Blind chicken, what have you lost? - A needle and a thimble.

Go on, now say: Turn around 3 times and you'll find it.

Turn around 3 times and you'll find it.

Come on, come on.

You have to approach me and touch me so I know where you are.

Come... Come on, guys.

Gotcha. You are...

Who are you?

- Good afternoon. - Oh, it's you.

- And the kids? - I saw them running in that direction.

They left. They left again.

I do what I can to be their friend.

You can see me here playing a blind chicken to entertain them.

Trying to become part of their group. But it's always the same.

They take any opportunity to leave me hanging.

However, you and that girl, Julia. You seem to be accepted by them.

They consider you their friends.

We are their friends, yes sir.

- You have to help me, Chanquete. - I?

You have to tell what you talk about. What things you tell them,

to make them treat you like friends.

Nothing.

What do you mean nothing? I suppose you talk to them.

Of course.

And what do you talk about? That's what I mean.

About our things; whatever is going on. We don't plan our conversations.

There must be something that bond you together. I don't know

Don't get offended, but you are much older than me.

I mean, by age I should be

closer to them than you. Shouldn't I?

- Yes, sir. - Why aren't I then?

I couldn't explain it. Maybe because I behave the same

when I'm with them as when I'm not.

I don't understand what you mean.

I mean we just happen to be friends. Neither they nor I do anything special.

We don't do anything special to become friends. We simply are.

Do you mean that they notice I'm trying hard to be their friend?

Maybe.

But even so, what's wrong with it?

Nothing. But the kids have a radar

for these things; for honesty and all that.

Well, I don't know either. I told you I couldn't explain it.

You must excuse me, but I have many things to do.

- Can I accompany you? - You certainly can.

One thing is sure. The guys enjoy your company.

It's normal. I also like being with them.

It's refreshing for a loner like me to be surrounded by young people.

It makes me reconcile with the human kind, you know.

One has lived long enough to see men do terrible atrocities.

Here and in other places. On the other hand, your children and all

children worldwide,

are always a new opportunity. A new hope.

We are like a slow water in a river. Sometimes even stagnant water.

They are spring water.

But you know it as well or better than me.

Can I tell you something, without getting offended?

Go ahead.

I'd like to tell you something about you, parents.

I admire you in a way, but at the same time I pity you.

How so?

When you decide to bring a child into the world.

You're either brave or unconscious.

Or maybe you're neither one nor other,

but just people who believe in life and peace,

without major confusion. And perhaps that's how it should be.

But from my point of view, as I said

you're either brave or unconscious.

The prospect of having a child always frightened me.

The responsibility involved, I mean.

Yes, Chanquete. Sometimes we think about it. At least I have thought.

But a person gets used to everything and it's not that bad.

If you say so. I'm glad it is that way.

I've told you I'm a loner and I see things from outside.

My view point might not be the best.

My wife is the one who is more concerned about the boy.

In fact, this is all her idea.

She spoils him. She treats him like a baby under her skirt.

I've told her that the boy is growing up

and it's normal that he wants to have his own world. Don't you agree?

Yes, I do.

And that he now wants to get away from us. Isn't it true?

No, sir. Why would he want to get away?

The boy wants your support more than ever.

He wants our support? Did he tell you that?

No, he hasn't told me that.

I thought so. You're like my wife.

But I remember very well when I was his age.

You too. I'm sure.

Me too what?

You also sought your parents support more than ever.

I'm sure.

You'll taste a very digestive herbal liquor.

I make it myself.

I don't understand them. I seriously don't understand.

They have everything they want but they're never satisfied.

They seem bored, tired. Nothing motivates them or amuses them.

You may be mistaken to think that.

Perhaps things have changed.

They're no longer as before. They're never like before.

My childhood was not like yours nor was yours like your children's.

It's the law of life.

The world changes and people change with it.

So we become strangers to each other.

Unless we...

put the world aside and look inside people.

Deep down inside we're not so different.

Neither both of us, nor you and your children.

But that's not so easy. And much less with the boys.

They are so closed to other people, so selfish.

Forgive me for disagreeing again,

but I don't think you're right.

They're clear as the clearest sea. Yes, sir. Transparent.

And any selfishness you might find in them,

I think it could be our own selfishness reflected.

If at least one would know how to do it.

How to make them feel fulfilled by their parents in the future.

So we could feel proud of our work,

Proud of what we've done with our children

I'm sorry for not being able to give you any hope regarding that.

Whatever we do, we'll always feel that we have failed with them.

What can you know about that? You're a lonely man.

That's precisely the result of my failure.

Enrique!

How are you doing, man. Sit down.

What would you like to drink?

Anything; mineral water.

Can you please bring us a sparkling water?

- So you all got together. - Yes. How are you?

Fine. Taking a walk.

- And the guys? - Well, well

Come on, tell us at once. Don't play hard to get.

But, what do you want me to tell you?

What else? Your friendship with the guys.

Your experiences trying to know them better.

Mercedes has told us everything. All you're doing to know your son better.

I'm not doing anything.

Come on, Enrique; don't be modest.

It's a fantastic idea and we're all willing to follow you.

Yes. We've already decided it.

What have you decided?

We also want to take part in what you're doing.

We want to know our children in their own environment.

What do you think we're planning

to do to get closer to them?

It's a fantastic idea. And it was your wife's idea.

We'll go into their territory and do the same they do.

All together, them and us.

As if we were a large group of friends.

Can't you guess what we plan to do? Think hard.

A party. We'll have a party.

Hello, girls. Help yourself.

And you too. These are great, aren't they, Carmen?

Yes, they're great. And these are also very good.

By the way, you must tell me what you put into the dumplings.

They're great. Look, there are none left.

There is nothing special to them.

Aren't you dancing? This is your kind of music, isn't it?

Look how well he dances.

At least I can do it better than them.

You bet others do it worse.

But they don't care about it.

They start moving as if they were going to come apart.

Whether they do it well or not, it doesn't matter.

Dad, can we drink a cocktail?

You wished!

Here are your drinks and don't bother us.

This is a poison.

Yes, you're blushing.

Quique.

Let him speak.

We're not children.

And if we have a drink from time to time it won't matter.

You are still growing and alcohol is very bad for you.

As far as I'm concerned you could have a drink.

But your mothers are over there. Ask them.

You'll see what they say.

They're also getting purple.

Quique. You talking more than you should.

Come on, why don't you dance a little.

This isn't dancing music, it's for listening.

For listening? This? Still worse than dancing.

- Dad, can we smoke a cigarette? - Yes; here you go.

- What about them? - This is for everyone.

- One for all? - And all for one.

We won't even have 3 passes.

They complain about a Winston for three.

We used to smoke one among 12 and we were happy. Remember?

Of course I remember. We even smoked the butts.

Do you remember those cigarettes with anise flavor?

Expensive.

They would destroy you alive. Such a strong thing.

The anise ones?

I must have smoked so many.

Pi, shall we try this?

Okay, pour me a little.

It's good.

Wonderful.

Girl, you're young and beautiful, but...

you don't understand anything about music. I'm good at this.

This is real music.

Come here, my queen.

Come here, Nati of my life.

This is rhythm.

Change of dance.

From the traditional Spanish dance,

to the romantic chords of...

Johan Strauss.

Come on Javi, dance with me.

I don't know how to dance that, Mom.

Of course you do. Come on, more graceful.

One, two, three. One, two, three.

Bea, dear, you'll dance a waltz with your dad.

Can I have this dance, miss?

Haven't you finished that cigarette? You make it last.

You and me again, Carmen.

We'll show them how to dance a waltz.

Girl, put a happier face.

- Tito. - What?

- I must confess something to you. - What?

This is the first time I come to a party.

- Me too. And you know what? - What?

I like it.

And now ladies and gentlemen... Our Machin.

They're like children.

Tell me about it.

Very boring, isn't it?

We can't play our tapes.

Look how they dance.

And they complain about us.

- What's the name of this dance? - I don't know. A bolero?

- It's boring. - And a bit silly.

They're fossils.

What should we do? I'm really bored.

They had a party for us to do this?

Two gardenias for me... My uncle also loves it.

Why don't we go outside and play our music?

Okay.

We are grateful to the population of Nerja for all their cooperation.