The actor, who produces the more than brilliant exorcism 'Crock of Gold', directed by Julian Temple and which revolves around the exaggerated life of The Pogues singer Shane MacGowan, says he does not feel like an artist and recognizes Trump as an exceptional comedian
Martín Romaña, the hero with an exaggerated life that Bryce Echenique described with infinite sarcasm and some bitterness, was convinced that one of the main problems of his dogmatic and self-indulgent generation companions was their inability “to vomit their souls a little.” 'Crock of Gold: A Few Rounds with Shane MacGowan' , directed by Julien Temple and produced by Johnny Depp himself and with all his rings, does not have such a problem. From the first to the last frame this stunning, sincere, brutal, sad and very funny documentary is basically a soul vomited on the screen. There is no escape for such tender as surly sincerity. It is enjoyed with exactly the same desire and in the same position that one suffers.
Depp, who became the undisputed star of the San Sebastian Film Festival on Sunday, tells that the first time he met Shane 35 years ago, everyone around him was convinced of his imminent death. And until now. Shane lives. Prostrate in a wheelchair, bent over on one side and with serious difficulties in articulating a word or following a routine conversation, but “stubborn . “ He also says that to gain his trust and friendship you had to blindly trust him. On one occasion in Dublin, Shane threw what looked like three harmless pills into the actor's hand. “The next thing I knew,” he recalls, “I was in a town in the south of France three days later without having the slightest idea of how I got there. I saw a fountain out the window and I said to myself: 'This It's not Ireland. '” And it wasn't. It's shane