This year at the open of the 2nd annual Aruba Film Festival (AIFF), one of the films to kick off the festival was the acclaimed Goya award winning film THE LIFE OF FISH (Chile, 2011) by the brilliant director Matias Bize. This was Chile’s 2011 Oscar Entry film and since its world premier in at Venice Film Festival I have seen the film several times now and it remains my favorite indie film of the year. Matias Bize's 'LA VIDA DE LOS PECES' (The Life of Fish) is so minimalist and yet such a hear...
This year at the open of Palm Springs Film Festival, 2011, I started my first film screening day with the Latin American
Oscar Buzz Award film for Chile: Matias Bize's 'La Vida de los Peces' (The Life of Fish)
This film was so perfect and heart rendering that I spent the rest of the festival having seen one of the best of the fest on the first day...
What can I say?
'The Life of Fish' is about a young man, Andres (played by Santiago Cabrera), who returns home to Santiago, Chi...
The Life of Fish
La vida de los Peces
Chile, 2010, 83 Minute Running Time
On January 07, 2011, La vida de los Peces, (The Life of Fish) had its US premier at the Palm Springs International Film Festival.
Director Matias Bize was there to talk about his experience making the film and answered questions afterward.
Additional Countries: France. US Premiere. Topics: Drama, Romance. Program: Awards Buzz : Best Foreign Language Fil...
Arriving at any festival on the 13th of the month does not augur well, though my journey from home to Heathrow Terminal 4 had been surprisingly smooth, if long before Dawn's dusky fingers had opened the strike-free ticket offices of any of the Underground stations circling London's Regent Park. Both my Air France flights, via Paris to Frankfurt, had departed and landed on time (though we should draw a veil over the Economy Class croissants of uncertain age and provenance on the earlier flight)an...
Arriving at any festival on the 13th of the month does not augur well, though my journey from home to Heathrow Terminal 4 had been surprisingly smooth, if long before Dawn's dusky fingers had opened the strike-free ticket offices of any of the Underground stations circling London's Regent Park. Both my Air France flights, via Paris to Frankfurt, had departed and landed on time (though we should draw a veil over the Economy Class croissants of uncertain age and provena...
