Sin Fin

Sin Fin is a beautiful Spanish film. It combines Drama, Romance and Science Fiction. The Science Fiction element (time travelling from 2015 to 1993) is there just to allow the story to happen, the romance part leads to the drama, that is the prevailing element.

A story about how the purchase of a dream brings about the destruction of who has been devoted to you for 20 years, about devoting the rest of your broken life so that the materialization of the dream can erase the nightmare, about correcting in 1 day the errors of 2 decades...

I have a particular appreciation for any art piece (whatever the form) that portrays the passage of time, distant moments of one life, that reminds us of our temporarity, that confronts us to how what we do today determines our future, and how maybe one day in that future we'll look at that distant "today" with sorrow and tears or with joy and reverence, with a desire to erase or repeat that day. This film is about making mistakes and being given the chance to travel in time to correct those mistakes, to save a life, to save two lives.

The story stars in 1993, with a boy and a girl of around 20, in that moment in your existence where you have that sacred power to dream and shape your future, where a single day can determine the joys and pains of the ensuing decades. It's such a power and such a responsibility that it gives me vertigo now. I was not aware of that power when I had it, it was not until a couple of years ago that I started to look back at that time in my life with a sort of nostalgia, but a healthy one, with a sort of gratitude for still having a present now, and for not being so fully aware of how each decision at that time was drawing a path for which there would not be way back...

Twenty years later the energetic, dreamy girl has turned into a depressive adult with no other prospect that putting an end to everything. The genious guy obsessed with creating something "big" is now an unhappy adult with that same obsession that so far has not done other thing than destroying their lives... I'll stop here, it should have been enough to wake up your interest or to bore you even more than usual.

It's a slightly rainy autumn afternoon in Toulouse, a vacation day in the first year of the pandemia. I'm listening to Yarostan and Les deux minutes de la Haine, 2 bands that I already knew, but that did not fully get my attention until I listened to their stuff in the best record of this year?... and I'm giving these details beacause I think they play well with the melancholy in this post, and if some day in the future I read back these paragraphs I'll enjoy being reminded of these details, details that make up a life...