Without sardana there is no Hollywood

In 1919, the modern, cool, cool, those at the top must look down: "So insatiable was my sardana passion that on Sundays I would attend sardana dances morning, noon, and night. One day at the Aplec de la Sardana, counting the morning tandas in Vil·la Joana, the afternoon in the bala, the afternoon in the Planes, and not missing a single one in the evening, to the tune of a hundred sardanas."

Josep Carner-Ribalta arrives in Barcelona and moves his feet like wild, spasmodic lobsters. Do you believe in destiny? In the transmigration of the souls of jet-propelled snails? In life in chalets on Venus de Dalt? Yes. The sardana has premiered in Balaguer. The Hollywood Fairies. By Catalan composer Marc Timón, who works in Hollywood. Dedicated to the man who wanted to bring Hollywood to Catalonia: Josep Carner-Ribalta (Balaguer, 1898 - Simi Valley, 1988). Without sardana, there is no Hollywood. There is no dream.

Actor and screenwriter of the great history of Catalonia: Prats de Molló, Moscow, Brussels, Havana, the United States... Carner-Ribalta, a professional exile, writes the script of two dreams: independence and a Catalan Hollywood. Always alongside Francesc Macià. He was the snowplow man. In 1931, summoned by the president, he returned from the US (he was one of the first Catalans in Hollywood) because "creating a Hollywood in Barcelona would be one of the most beautiful undertakings of the reborn Catalonia. And it goes without saying that one thinks of the fortunate existence of the Montjuïc Exposition, which, complemented by the varied landscapes of our land." Dream Fade to Black 1936-1939.

We open in New York, 1945. Carner-Ribalta collaborates by writing a new script: The case of Catalonia. A scream. An SOS. One flashback and flash-forwardIt's the appeal to the San Francisco Conference where the UN was born. A new world is beginning, and they want their country to be part of the world. It's a movie that's been seen for centuries. Catalonia is Hollywood: drama, comedy, horror, action, science fiction... Catalonia invents the 'story from Hollywood but the world doesn't want to see it again history of Catalan Hollywood. They don't want to see the movie. As always, after a defeat, Catalan hibernates. Freeze shot. More cast noir.

Luz Balaguer, 1985. Journey to the city of birth and heart. An actor appears on the scene between legend and oblivion. Carner is black and white cinema. The spotlights come on in a flashback. He speaks with a voice of centuries: "We cannot understand each other with Spain; independence is the only solution. To be independent, Catalonia needs to want it and for the Catalans to form a strong movement, with a broad social base and a clear vision, giving priority to independence above ideological, political, and social differences." Amen.

Carner-Ribalta lives in the Eternal Valley Cemetery, in California. At the foot of the Camino Real. Where more than three centuries ago, a compatriot of his, the also walnut-born Gaspar de Portolà, disembarked and became the first governor of California... And, of course, discoverer of Los Angeles, San Francisco... Illuminating the films, the stories of the future: Hollywood, Silicon Valley, Napa Valley... "Death does not exist for rebellious spirits," wrote the screenwriter of existence. Dancing sardanas is the rock'n'roll of eternity in life.