Tránsito (1964)

"A woman who doesn't speak is a gem," says doctor Darío, showing that he is, apart from being a pedant and a leatherhead, a turncoat who has taken refuge in Havana - thanks to José's fop - in Lala and René's house, always fond of aphorisms and observations of social classes and dialectical materialism a little more childish and painful than his practical and intellectual stupidity regarding the social and economic bases of the revolution. He watches a mulatto woman pass by on the sidewalk moving her hips and says "what a telluric force this country has!" wow, is this a doctor or a teenager starting puberty? In any case, the contagion of empty phrases, "that is neither fair nor revolutionary", "oh, you will never have dialectics" "convince the poor that they should not ask too much of the rich", and so on. The scoundrel doctor had everything planned, the brother-in-law's money, even the sordid sexual abuse of the mute young girl in whose house he hid, everything would be erased with his departure at dawn until the scoundrel, the chaguistle fell on him, as they say in Mexico ( Chaguistle is a disease of corn). I only regret that the rascal José was not arrested or shot too. The song by Armando González Malibrán popularized by Yaco Monti: "Vanidad, Por tu culpa he perdido un amor,Vanidad,Que no puedo olvidar,Vanidad Con las alas doradas,Yo pensaba reír y hoy me pongo a llorar,Me cegué,La arranque de mi vida,Pero yo la volviera a besar". "Vanity, Because of you I have lost a love, Vanity, That I cannot forget, Vanity With the golden wings, I thought I would laugh and today I start crying, I blinded myself, I ripped her away from my life, But I kissed her again."