Hipnótico, relajante. Process. Curioso. El viaje. The trip, the journey. 3:45:26. From Zaragoza to Canfranc. Train
EL VIAJE | Zaragoza - Canfranc | SLOW TV | Spanish train
Hipnótico, relajante. Process. Curioso. El viaje. The trip, the journey. 3:45:26. From Zaragoza to Canfranc. Train
A las 21.24, en acces prime time, la franja más competitiva y codiciada, programó una producción documental propia titulada El viaje, que consistió en seguir durante cuatro horas el recorrido del Canfranero, el tren que renquea desde Zaragoza hasta la vieja estación de Canfranc, adentrándose en los Pirineos por una vía tortuosa, sin electrificar y echada a perder. Sin locución, sin montaje, sin música, sin recursos narrativos. El plano fijo de una cámara anclada en el frontal del tren que daba la visión del maquinista. Tan soporífero, desesperante e interminable como el viaje de verdad.
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THE TRIP | Zaragoza - Canfranc | SLOW TV | Spanish train
Hypnotic, relaxing. Process. Curious. Trip. The trip, the journey. 3:45:26. From Zaragoza to Canfranc. Train
At 21.24, in access prime time, the most competitive and coveted strip, programmed a documentary production of its own entitled El viaje, which consisted of following the Canfranero route for four hours, the train that hobbles from Zaragoza to the old Canfranc station, entering the Pyrenees by a tortuous path, without electrifying and spoiled. Without locution, without assembly, without music, without narrative resources. The fixed plane of a camera anchored in the front of the train that gave the vision of the machinist. So sleepy, exasperating and endless as the real tri
Hypnotic, relaxing. Process. Curious. Trip. The trip, the journey. 3:45:26. From Zaragoza to Canfranc. Train
At 21.24, in access prime time, the most competitive and coveted strip, programmed a documentary production of its own entitled El viaje, which consisted of following the Canfranero route for four hours, the train that hobbles from Zaragoza to the old Canfranc station, entering the Pyrenees by a tortuous path, without electrifying and spoiled. Without locution, without assembly, without music, without narrative resources. The fixed plane of a camera anchored in the front of the train that gave the vision of the machinist. So sleepy, exasperating and endless as the real tri