My favourite actor died today, which makes me truly sad. He's Spanish, so you probably don't know him, even while he got an Emmy in 1972 for this short: The Telephone Box, a frightening tale with a shocking ending.
His name is José Luis López Vázquez. And even while he looks like the most common of the Spaniards, his talent and method knew no boundaries. I have it up there with Stewart, Newman, Brando, Lemmon, Guinness, Olivier and the rest of greatest ever. Maybe it is because I'm too much of a movie freak, maybe it's because he's an important part of my life, but when I learnt that he died today, I instantly got teary. Still are writing these lines.
This short film, directed by Antonio Mercero, is one of this best jobs. A tale of a man who gets trapped in a telephone booth — nothing to do with the charming, decaying pay phones on 3rd Avenue — and can't go out, until something happens.
If you have 30 minutes free today, watch it. And make whatever you want out of it. A sharp criticism against modernism, the cold nature of society, the isolation of humans, the cruelty of society...or just a horror film that will surprise you at the end.
You won't regret it.