Little Miracles

Synopsis: Rosalía is a cashier at a supermarket. She lives alone, loves reading fairy tales and hides in a magic fantasy world in order to survive living in the real one. She thinks she is a fairy who came on a mission and got caught in this world. She travels by bus every day. At the bus-stop, there is a "web camera" which records images and puts them into the Internet. Santiago is a scientist who works in an international research project to detect signs of extraterrestrial intelligence. He is a lonely man who lives with his dog and his computer. Rosalía finds she has some extra-sensory powers and thinks three young women she knows are fairies. They will remarkably influence her life. She also feels the need to meet her father, whom she has not seen since she was 8.
Genre: Drama
Director(s): Eliseo Subiela
  4 nominations.
 
IMDB:
6.8
PG
Year:
1997
106 min
12 Views


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The evil in this world

chases away the fairies.

They don't want to see the

destruction of forests,

mankind's cruelty and selfishness.

That's why it gets harder

and harder to see a fairy.

Whenever a child says he

doesn't believe in fairies,

one of them dies.

That's why there are so few of them.

LITTLE MIRACLES:

They are fantastic beings

who show themselves in the shape of women

and are given magical power

and the gift of foreseeing the future.

Their main mission is

to help make the wishes

of others come true.

Mom, it's Rosalia.

Please, call me.

Signs of life in space,

Lola.

Don't get jealous...

But there she is.

It's her again.

I have the same dream every night.

I'm in danger and a fairy

godmother saves me.

Do you know

- what that means?

- No.

Before being a mother...

Did you dream of it?

Did you dream of having a child?

I don't remember.

- Good morning.

- Good morning.

I'm leaving Lola with you.

- Bye.

- See you later.

Argentine Institute

for Radio-Astronomy.

Search for extraterrestrial intelligence.

Should we call Harvard?

No, move the antenna.

The signal is the same.

It's an interference.

During the trip,

I talked

about my recent

exciting experiences

in the ballrooms devoted

to tango dancing...

- I'll bring some tea.

- I'll help you.

No. Make yourself at home.

You've got a new walking stick.

Do you like it?

It's for when I wear beige.

Two, or have you gained weight?

You have.

How are you doing timewise?

I'd like to try to finish this year.

I have Don Francisco,

but I think I still have time.

Are we going to graduate this year?

It'd be a miracle. Shall we try it?

Shall I open this letter?

No. Later. It must be

the bank statement.

What else?

The electricity bill.

A letter.

Sent by P.P.

It's a love letter.

Read it. Go on.

"My dearest beloved..."

Alejandro Casona: "It's forbidden"

to commit suicide in spring."

It must be an older man.

"I don't know what to do with this love."

I did everything I could

to get your address.

I lied, I trembled, I feared.

I don't understand why, if you

don't see me, when you look at me,

I feel something I haven't

felt for a long time.

So many people see without looking.

You don't see.

But no one's ever looked at me this way.

I have an irrepressible desire

"to hold you in my arms..."

It must be a guy from the ballrooms.

"To explore your body"

as if I were the blindest of men.

Pore by pore,

with my hands...

with my tongue...

"with my breath..."

Come on, don't be afraid.

Go on reading.

"I want to stay in your hills..."

rest in your valleys...

get lost in your forests...

suffocate in your thickets...

taste the forbidden fruit

as long as you assure me that,

"when I'm expelled from Paradise

you will come with me."

What a guy!

Isn't it funny how he

mixes geography and sex?

Maps must turn him on.

"If that doesn't happen,"

I'll be glad dancing with you.

For me, your darkness

is my heart's brightest spot.

"I love you, P.P."

He wants to act like a gentleman,

but he is a pig. I like that.

Who could it be?

I'm going dancing on Saturday.

I never go on Saturdays

because men go with their sweethearts.

But I want to try it.

Are you coming with me?

You haven't danced the tango lately.

You must have forgotten how.

Men are asking you to dance.

You don't respond. They look upset.

But how could I...?

Today is Saturday, Rosalia.

The guys from Saturday don't know me.

Let's go to the rest room.

Across the dance floor. I want everybody

to know I am blind.

Your attention, please.

We'll now

start dancing the canyengue tango,

which enlivened Buenos Aires ballrooms

during the 20's.

Charge, my brave ones.

I don't know if it was a good idea.

I'm dancing. I was asked to dance.

And now, a musical interlude.

Pay very close attention, Lola.

There's a behavior that repeats itself.

She appears every morning,

usually between 8:00 and 8:30.

Whereas, in the afternoon, her appearances

are more erratic.

My question is,

where do you think she goes every morning?

Does she go to work?

Does she go to the university?

Who could she be, Lola?

What does your female intuition tell you?

What's going on?

You're notjealous, huh?

She has something

that grabs my attention,

but I don't know...

Yes, I know you were an opera singer

in a past life.

Do not suffer.

There are too many mysteries in life, Lola.

Fairyland is a mysterious world

that lives side by side with our own.

There's access to it,

safe from our noisy and savage times...

To carry out their missions

in the real world

fairies can make themselves

invisible to humans.

The world is full of them.

They may also

appear in the shapes of humans or animals.

I'm glad you're here.

He's terrible today.

If reading to me bores you, just tell me.

Don't make me waste my time.

I'm sorry. I'm late.

Wait.

Play track 3 of the disc

that's in the machine.

Alessandro Marcello.

It's necessary to destroy

the purpose of bridges...

To cover the landscape

with alien elements...

To straighten by force the

curve of the horizon...

And to moan at experiencing

the abrupt sound

of the mountains...

Very few people love

sceneries that do not exist.

Do you like it?

I don't understand it,

but I'm

moved.

Forgive me.

As smooth as the touch of a mother,

the afternoon sets.

There is no rain yet,

and the sky is like an imperfect smile

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