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El Estudiante

We saw our final film at the Mexican Film Festival in Wellington on Tuesday.  It was El Estudiante (The Student) and was the story of a retired man who decides to go to university in the beautiful city of Guanajuato, which was one of the real stars of the film.

Really, it was about his effect on the young people there, and their effect on him.  Although the values of the young were different than the old man and his wife, there was more that they had in common, than separated them.

It's a very pleasant, uplifting film, and I think it'll be something I'll look out for on DVD.

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