Valladolid International Film Festival (also known as Seminci or Semana Internacional de Cine de Valladolid) is a film festival held annually in Valladolid, Spain since 1956. Nowadays the festival is regarded as one of the most important in the specialty of independent film and auteur film.
It has introduced (to Spain) directors and cinematographers who were previously unknown there. Spanish audiences became acquainted with names such as Ingmar Bergman, Luis Buñuel, François Truffaut, Andrzej Wajda, Federico Fellini, Ermanno Olmi and Yilmaz Güney from the launch pad offered by Valladolid. The works of film-makers of the standing of Roberto Rossellini, Stanley Donen, Max Ophüls, Ken Loach, Kenji Mizoguchi, Yasujiro Ozu and Aardman Animations could be enjoyed and studied in the sections dedicated to their major works, many on view for the first time in Spain. Valladolid, through various loopholes in state censorship, was able to present films that would otherwise have been impossible to see in Spain. An award or an enthusiastic reception from the audience and the critics meant, on numerous occasions, that the official state bodies gave the go-ahead to certain films which Francisco Franco's regime considered out of line with their ideology.
You're beginning to test my patience.
I shouldn't take this from such an acquaintance.
Why can't you ever get to the point?
Or just spit out what were trying to say.
You talk so much, but say so little.
Always late, always fickle.
Why can't you ever get to the point?
It's not as if we cared.
As of late, you seem to walk a fine line
Between those who matter and those of your kind.
Always one to let the last word slip,
You're a disease and I can't get over it.
Why won't you listen
To a god damn word I have to say?
When we just discussed this the other day.
Now why won't you listen?
Acting so disrespectfully
Never came as a surprise to me.
So much commotion but lack of action.
Never satisfied, no attraction.
Don't know what it'll take to let you know
That you were always meant to be alone.
Motivation is not your forte.
It never has, and it never will be.
Why can't you ever get to the point?
It's not as if I cared in the first place.
Oh, this is the way I feel without you.
Overjoyed, I undervalued how much appreciation really means to me.
I'm finally free, I'll live my life alone and I'll love every minute that you give me.
We were never one in the same,
Not cut from the same cloth.
I took my path and you took yours.
My help never seemed to be enough.
So this is why they call you cold,
The qualities you oversold,
The way you never let me fall asleep.
I hate the way you look at me,
The stories that you'd always say.