<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2041176634790356737</id><updated>2012-02-26T18:32:36.724-08:00</updated><category term='quad'/><title type='text'>culturices</title><subtitle type='html'>críticas descompromissadas de filmes e afins</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diculturices.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2041176634790356737/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diculturices.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2041176634790356737/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Q</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09849892621282751008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zu12EtxF_iM/SWLSykk0XVI/AAAAAAAAAA8/wivbn0jhw40/S220/Q+nene+marela.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>194</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2041176634790356737.post-5358809160102558649</id><published>2012-02-24T12:51:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-24T12:51:30.130-08:00</updated><title type='text'>O Artista (The Artist)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m2F5C7eOl3k/T0f3ms5cJ2I/AAAAAAAAEJA/Huwn8hB7eyQ/s1600/_michel.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m2F5C7eOl3k/T0f3ms5cJ2I/AAAAAAAAEJA/Huwn8hB7eyQ/s1600/_michel.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;O até então pouco conhecido diretor francês &lt;b&gt;Michel Hazanavicius&lt;/b&gt; parece ter caído na graça do público e da crítica, seu último filme lançado no Brasil, &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;O Artista&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, recebeu dez indicações para o &lt;b&gt;Oscar&lt;/b&gt; em 2012.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-K7ZWi_W9JfI/T0f3sa0FfxI/AAAAAAAAEJI/TcSWttThZQQ/s1600/_beijo+fa%CC%83.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-K7ZWi_W9JfI/T0f3sa0FfxI/AAAAAAAAEJI/TcSWttThZQQ/s1600/_beijo+fa%CC%83.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A história é simples e singela: um grande astro do cinema mudo hollywoodiano não se adapta ao cinema sonoro e decai enquanto uma fã, que surge no mundo cinematográfico com sua ajuda, deslancha a carreira e se torna uma grande estrela.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BQUCLamuWzU/T0f3-Jz3fiI/AAAAAAAAEJQ/KGlm96GdAFs/s1600/_penteada.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BQUCLamuWzU/T0f3-Jz3fiI/AAAAAAAAEJQ/KGlm96GdAFs/s1600/_penteada.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Momentos divertidos e bem construídos, com um bom elenco e bela trilha sonora, porém sem o ritmo necessário.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ziL48jQQzTM/T0f4Cd9dXJI/AAAAAAAAEJY/h6OvU2AgJkM/s1600/_cantando.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ziL48jQQzTM/T0f4Cd9dXJI/AAAAAAAAEJY/h6OvU2AgJkM/s1600/_cantando.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Talvez o roteiro tente ser fiel demais à época a que retrata e não dialoga de maneira tão próxima com seu público do século XXI. Até o clássico de 52, &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Cantando na Chuva&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, parece ser mais atrativo e envolvente.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NBgWziIyaQ8/T0f4I-6lXUI/AAAAAAAAEJg/qKa7iqgKeoY/s1600/_com+cachorro.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NBgWziIyaQ8/T0f4I-6lXUI/AAAAAAAAEJg/qKa7iqgKeoY/s1600/_com+cachorro.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Michel parece ter ambições psicológicas de abordar crises de um artista com relação à fama, ego, sucesso, identidade...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eWGZx_nnq-k/T0f4MfQgCYI/AAAAAAAAEJo/onozIlBisks/s1600/_cadeira.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eWGZx_nnq-k/T0f4MfQgCYI/AAAAAAAAEJo/onozIlBisks/s1600/_cadeira.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mas esse conflito é colocado logo no início e não há um crescente tão profundo e enriquecedor, não há muitas especulações e não há novas questões agregadas, o conflito parece ficar se rodeando nas mesmas questões, mesmas ameaças e mesmas saídas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B_iam5o7L98/T0f4SHAdJbI/AAAAAAAAEJw/cGqzsB1mYJs/s1600/_musical.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B_iam5o7L98/T0f4SHAdJbI/AAAAAAAAEJw/cGqzsB1mYJs/s1600/_musical.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Resulta em um bom filme, mas um pouco cansativo, aquém do que o artista Michel Hazanavicius parece capaz de fazer...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2041176634790356737-5358809160102558649?l=diculturices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diculturices.blogspot.com/feeds/5358809160102558649/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diculturices.blogspot.com/2012/02/o-artista-artist.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2041176634790356737/posts/default/5358809160102558649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2041176634790356737/posts/default/5358809160102558649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diculturices.blogspot.com/2012/02/o-artista-artist.html' title='O Artista (The Artist)'/><author><name>Q</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09849892621282751008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zu12EtxF_iM/SWLSykk0XVI/AAAAAAAAAA8/wivbn0jhw40/S220/Q+nene+marela.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m2F5C7eOl3k/T0f3ms5cJ2I/AAAAAAAAEJA/Huwn8hB7eyQ/s72-c/_michel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2041176634790356737.post-621965782399273237</id><published>2012-02-23T08:29:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-23T08:34:16.548-08:00</updated><title type='text'>O céu que nos protege (The Sheltering Sky)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zQR3Qb8iS_k/T0ZoluC3WXI/AAAAAAAAEHw/dlNyXyvxzpQ/s1600/_cartaz+beleza.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zQR3Qb8iS_k/T0ZoluC3WXI/AAAAAAAAEHw/dlNyXyvxzpQ/s1600/_cartaz+beleza.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Autor de verdadeiras obras-primas cinematográficas, o italiano &lt;b&gt;Bernardo Bertolucci&lt;/b&gt; é um diretor que merece ser visto e revisto em toda sua filmografia. Seja em exemplos mais recentes como &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Beleza Roubada&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Assédio&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; e&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Os Sonhadores&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ex0E5L5UacM/T0ZpwhnfiCI/AAAAAAAAEIw/YJddIg3ItDg/s1600/_cartaz+tango.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ex0E5L5UacM/T0ZpwhnfiCI/AAAAAAAAEIw/YJddIg3ItDg/s1600/_cartaz+tango.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seja em seus clássicos do início da carreira como&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Antes da Revolução&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; e &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;O Último Tango em Paris&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Plu50zf3JBc/T0Zp3Z9xaRI/AAAAAAAAEI4/7LBrdUWvrFk/s1600/_+ceu+cartaz.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Plu50zf3JBc/T0Zp3Z9xaRI/AAAAAAAAEI4/7LBrdUWvrFk/s1600/_+ceu+cartaz.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ou seja nesse exemplar de 1990:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;O céu que nos protege&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9lIafceMM2c/T0ZpHWa7D1I/AAAAAAAAEIY/ZXR2DGEiGAE/s1600/_casal.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9lIafceMM2c/T0ZpHWa7D1I/AAAAAAAAEIY/ZXR2DGEiGAE/s1600/_casal.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Apesar do ritmo e estética um pouco datados, a construção do clima e das personagens, a relação construída entre seres e espaço.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OA0a-lf0DcY/T0ZpL7s7XxI/AAAAAAAAEIg/jDmW-4w2UUI/s1600/_deserto.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OA0a-lf0DcY/T0ZpL7s7XxI/AAAAAAAAEIg/jDmW-4w2UUI/s1600/_deserto.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;O vazio existencial X o vazio do deserto (tema que também presenciei recentemente no livro &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;No teu deserto&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; do português &lt;b&gt;Miguel de Sousa Tavares&lt;/b&gt;), se aprofundando em temas como casamento, companheirismo, fidelidade, desejo, traições, ambições, sonhos, objetivos...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XdEtleD02x0/T0ZpSBzIhLI/AAAAAAAAEIo/k2rVtoF6uP8/s1600/_caricias.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XdEtleD02x0/T0ZpSBzIhLI/AAAAAAAAEIo/k2rVtoF6uP8/s1600/_caricias.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;E principalmente, uma reflexão indireta e densa sobre a falta de tudo isso, um filme sobre o tédio, sobre perdas de nem se sabe o que, sobre a aridez existencial... (em abordagem, como sempre, repleta de feminilidade, delicadeza e poesia)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UlYdD1b5ydA/T0Zo7yNWbxI/AAAAAAAAEII/aKHSd4x0Sa0/s1600/_triangulo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UlYdD1b5ydA/T0Zo7yNWbxI/AAAAAAAAEII/aKHSd4x0Sa0/s1600/_triangulo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sensação angustiante no sentido mais profundo da palavra.&amp;nbsp;De difícil e longa digestão... Pra ruminar por muitos dias (semanas, meses, anos) e crescer como só o grande cinema é capaz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gByGQthoCDg/T0ZpBB6x5fI/AAAAAAAAEIQ/WhxBXcn78dc/s1600/_sombras.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gByGQthoCDg/T0ZpBB6x5fI/AAAAAAAAEIQ/WhxBXcn78dc/s1600/_sombras.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;E aguardemos o próximo - que já está a caminho!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2041176634790356737-621965782399273237?l=diculturices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diculturices.blogspot.com/feeds/621965782399273237/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diculturices.blogspot.com/2012/02/o-ceu-que-nos-protege-sheltering-sky.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2041176634790356737/posts/default/621965782399273237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2041176634790356737/posts/default/621965782399273237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diculturices.blogspot.com/2012/02/o-ceu-que-nos-protege-sheltering-sky.html' title='O céu que nos protege (The Sheltering Sky)'/><author><name>Q</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09849892621282751008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zu12EtxF_iM/SWLSykk0XVI/AAAAAAAAAA8/wivbn0jhw40/S220/Q+nene+marela.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zQR3Qb8iS_k/T0ZoluC3WXI/AAAAAAAAEHw/dlNyXyvxzpQ/s72-c/_cartaz+beleza.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2041176634790356737.post-6062323518935175107</id><published>2012-02-22T04:57:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-22T05:05:54.068-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Triângulo Amoroso (3)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tICRBTT_AtM/T0TkuEBPfCI/AAAAAAAAEGY/-IX8b1V7uS0/s1600/_corra+lola.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tICRBTT_AtM/T0TkuEBPfCI/AAAAAAAAEGY/-IX8b1V7uS0/s1600/_corra+lola.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O diretor e roteirista alemão &lt;b&gt;Tom Tykwer&lt;/b&gt; não pode ser acusado por falta de criatividade ou experimentações, destacado após o interessantíssimo&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Corra, Lola, Corra&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;- verdadeiro exercício de linguagem;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Seguido pelo denso, mas também dinâmico&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;A Princesa e o Guerreiro&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, depois por experiências internacionais: os hollywoodianos &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Paraíso&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; e &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Perfume - a história de um assassino&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, ou o &amp;nbsp;coletivo &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Paris, te amo;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SzJAsJioyMY/T0TmpKax34I/AAAAAAAAEHg/yfPf1ha5DNw/s1600/_cartaz+tri.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SzJAsJioyMY/T0TmpKax34I/AAAAAAAAEHg/yfPf1ha5DNw/s1600/_cartaz+tri.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tykwer parece agora ambicionar tramas mais dramáticas e maduras, ao menos é o que parece com &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Triângulo Amoroso&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9DgmUJQv2eE/T0Tk-xTts-I/AAAAAAAAEGo/jqmsABkXQmo/s1600/_bolo+casamento.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9DgmUJQv2eE/T0Tk-xTts-I/AAAAAAAAEGo/jqmsABkXQmo/s1600/_bolo+casamento.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Partindo de questões de um casamento de vinte anos de um casal na faixa dos 40: tédio X paixão, cumplicidade X novidade, ter filhos X não ter, ser filho X ser pai, profissão X relação, renovar X envelhecer...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uC4m5wvqQDU/T0TlEPBquLI/AAAAAAAAEGw/s3_4zVk6eC0/s1600/_olhares+molhada.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uC4m5wvqQDU/T0TlEPBquLI/AAAAAAAAEGw/s3_4zVk6eC0/s1600/_olhares+molhada.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tykwer constrói a história de Hanna e Simon que passam por situações como embates ideológicos profissionais dela (que trabalha com ciência genética), por câncer dele e de sua mãe, por dúvidas sobre ter filho e pela paixão de ambos por outrem...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5AP3SwdA5Fs/T0Tm5xLJ7gI/AAAAAAAAEHo/0rQvnzLIm9s/s1600/_nuca+gay.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5AP3SwdA5Fs/T0Tm5xLJ7gI/AAAAAAAAEHo/0rQvnzLIm9s/s1600/_nuca+gay.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Está armado o circo para o triângulo...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nJm_uvJ_RE8/T0TlRqIGu_I/AAAAAAAAEG4/320X7Chbi0M/s1600/_deitados+casal.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nJm_uvJ_RE8/T0TlRqIGu_I/AAAAAAAAEG4/320X7Chbi0M/s1600/_deitados+casal.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O problema é que Tykwer se perde entre tantas ideias e acaba construindo realmente um circo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O filme começa com jogos de linguagem em mosaicos de telas divididas e efeitos &amp;nbsp;(que instiga ao princípio, mas depois se perde e parece deslocado - lembrando um pouco brincadeiras similares feitas por &lt;b&gt;Cédric Klapisch&lt;/b&gt; em &lt;b style="font-style: italic;"&gt;O Albergue Espanhol&lt;/b&gt;);&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Em seguida se passa à história de forma mais convencional: apresentação das personagens e afins; com as questões de doenças e possibilidades de morte vem efeitos espiritistas, que também dispersam no acompanhamento realista que se faz na maior parte do filme;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AcEscsUBkyA/T0TlWYxY2vI/AAAAAAAAEHA/uBPSb4VSXwI/s1600/_piscina.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AcEscsUBkyA/T0TlWYxY2vI/AAAAAAAAEHA/uBPSb4VSXwI/s1600/_piscina.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;E por fim as excessivas coincidências em torno do triângulo e o final inverossimelmente harmonioso acabam diluindo a força de questões tão complexas e profundas que são abordadas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Discutir a monogamia, a opção sexual, o desejo X o amor são questões extremamente interessantes, ricas e profundas - vide inclusive o post anterior com comentários sobre &lt;a href="http://diculturices.blogspot.com/2012/02/tomboy-celine-sciamma.html"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tomboy&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, entretanto aqui há muitas janelas abertas e algumas pontas parecem ficar soltas (ou gratuitas e desnecessárias).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zpB2vsPBZjM/T0TliPLJ-lI/AAAAAAAAEHQ/Dhn5uQj97Lg/s1600/_cama.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zpB2vsPBZjM/T0TliPLJ-lI/AAAAAAAAEHQ/Dhn5uQj97Lg/s1600/_cama.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tykwer parece estar em busca de um caminho com temas mais densos, mas parece faltar umas aparadas nas arestas para chegar lá...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2041176634790356737-6062323518935175107?l=diculturices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diculturices.blogspot.com/feeds/6062323518935175107/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diculturices.blogspot.com/2012/02/triangulo-amoroso.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2041176634790356737/posts/default/6062323518935175107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2041176634790356737/posts/default/6062323518935175107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diculturices.blogspot.com/2012/02/triangulo-amoroso.html' title='Triângulo Amoroso (3)'/><author><name>Q</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09849892621282751008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zu12EtxF_iM/SWLSykk0XVI/AAAAAAAAAA8/wivbn0jhw40/S220/Q+nene+marela.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tICRBTT_AtM/T0TkuEBPfCI/AAAAAAAAEGY/-IX8b1V7uS0/s72-c/_corra+lola.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2041176634790356737.post-8343924040384205985</id><published>2012-02-19T01:31:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-19T01:34:12.968-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tomboy (Céline Sciamma)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MgXjsJd7R0I/T0DAGkGfmYI/AAAAAAAAEE4/RBVUiQzX-B4/s1600/_cartaz.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MgXjsJd7R0I/T0DAGkGfmYI/AAAAAAAAEE4/RBVUiQzX-B4/s1600/_cartaz.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Estimulante ver jovens promissores como a roteirista e diretora francesa&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;Céline Sciamma&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Depois do sucesso com seu curta-metragem &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Lírios D'água&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (&lt;i&gt;Naissance des pieuvres&lt;/i&gt;), Céline conseguiu projeção e recursos para dirigir uma bela e difícil história: &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tomboy&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0M2sEL7sn04/T0DAOtUh6CI/AAAAAAAAEFA/spNYMrmY8PI/s1600/_irma+cabelo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0M2sEL7sn04/T0DAOtUh6CI/AAAAAAAAEFA/spNYMrmY8PI/s1600/_irma+cabelo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;O mérito começa no casting de crianças e pré-adolescentes que nos conquistam pela graciosidade, espontaneidade e profundidade diante de situações tão complexas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6xGZb5Hg6Pc/T0DAXNDm0TI/AAAAAAAAEFI/hHk4MkBXzEQ/s1600/_maquiada.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6xGZb5Hg6Pc/T0DAXNDm0TI/AAAAAAAAEFI/hHk4MkBXzEQ/s1600/_maquiada.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Especialmente&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Zoé Héran&lt;/b&gt;, que interpreta a protagonista Laure, menina que se apresenta como o menino Michaël, quase em uma versão pré-adolescente de &lt;b&gt;Hilary Swank&lt;/b&gt; em &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Meninos não choram&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-L3ioJXRBFys/T0DAd-6GybI/AAAAAAAAEFQ/WcmAzcYtlNc/s1600/_lago.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-L3ioJXRBFys/T0DAd-6GybI/AAAAAAAAEFQ/WcmAzcYtlNc/s1600/_lago.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Zoé chega a parecer um hermafrodita, tamanha a dúvida gerada sobre sua identidade de gênero, fazendo valer e pensar discussões cada vez mais debatidas -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-P8Il6m5dEFI/T0DAkizO9WI/AAAAAAAAEFY/pq534MYlxMI/s1600/_laerte.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-P8Il6m5dEFI/T0DAkizO9WI/AAAAAAAAEFY/pq534MYlxMI/s1600/_laerte.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;vide a última entrevista do cartunista&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;Laerte Coutinho&lt;/b&gt; na TV, que pode ser assistida no &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uxD1xXvQWYM"&gt;youtube&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VGSN2JeKGQM/T0DAvS1Xo2I/AAAAAAAAEFg/PAOG7Y1QBoM/s1600/_desenhando.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VGSN2JeKGQM/T0DAvS1Xo2I/AAAAAAAAEFg/PAOG7Y1QBoM/s1600/_desenhando.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Laure é a filha mais velha de uma família classe média que acaba de se mudar para um novo condomínio em uma tranquila cidade francesa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ooTwhVk9tq8/T0DA1uanMdI/AAAAAAAAEFo/O4Y-z6VAJv8/s1600/_menina.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ooTwhVk9tq8/T0DA1uanMdI/AAAAAAAAEFo/O4Y-z6VAJv8/s1600/_menina.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laure tem que então se entrosar e se adaptar em uma nova vida e aproveita para se apresentar como Michaël.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7R1sS9x-XsE/T0DA7LH3NRI/AAAAAAAAEFw/SOXX7fFlLck/s1600/_meninos.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7R1sS9x-XsE/T0DA7LH3NRI/AAAAAAAAEFw/SOXX7fFlLck/s1600/_meninos.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;As tensões estão então plantadas: a cada novo amigo, nova interação e novo conflito a complexidade da situação vai aparecendo. E sempre num crescente e com uma suavidade e beleza juvenis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_Kuapx-4_oQ/T0DBEO_JVmI/AAAAAAAAEF4/8r6rfF6OdRQ/s1600/_minha+vida.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_Kuapx-4_oQ/T0DBEO_JVmI/AAAAAAAAEF4/8r6rfF6OdRQ/s1600/_minha+vida.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lembra o aspecto pueril de &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Minha vida em cor de rosa&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, do belga&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;Alain Berliner&lt;/b&gt;, outro exemplar de como tratar a questão da homossexualidade na infância.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-stWb_4ueg-w/T0DBJ6GioTI/AAAAAAAAEGA/XbqWnqQNWqk/s1600/_amigas.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-stWb_4ueg-w/T0DBJ6GioTI/AAAAAAAAEGA/XbqWnqQNWqk/s1600/_amigas.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Sem falar no maravilhoso &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Amigas de Colégio&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, de &lt;b&gt;Lukas Moodysson&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Pq-Z906aoKY/T0DBSn4WeTI/AAAAAAAAEGI/2fmJse4bam8/s1600/_irma+bigode.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Pq-Z906aoKY/T0DBSn4WeTI/AAAAAAAAEGI/2fmJse4bam8/s1600/_irma+bigode.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Em &lt;i&gt;Tomboy&lt;/i&gt; as personagens secundárias também se destacam, seja pelo roteiro, pelos diálogos ou pelas atuações, por exemplo da personagem da irmã mais nova de Laure, ou pela menina por quem ela se interessa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Passagens divertidas, comoventes, estimulantes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vMvABA0_KUQ/T0DBWwWVcVI/AAAAAAAAEGQ/FV9t3WFd_Qg/s1600/_arvore.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vMvABA0_KUQ/T0DBWwWVcVI/AAAAAAAAEGQ/FV9t3WFd_Qg/s1600/_arvore.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Envolvem, entretem, comovem e incentivam a reflexão. Não é a toa que ganhou prêmios importantes, como &lt;b&gt;Urso em&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;Berlim&lt;/b&gt; em 2011, vale a pena!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://0.gvt0.com/vi/QYMydyLCTpw/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QYMydyLCTpw&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QYMydyLCTpw&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2041176634790356737-8343924040384205985?l=diculturices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diculturices.blogspot.com/feeds/8343924040384205985/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diculturices.blogspot.com/2012/02/tomboy-celine-sciamma.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2041176634790356737/posts/default/8343924040384205985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2041176634790356737/posts/default/8343924040384205985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diculturices.blogspot.com/2012/02/tomboy-celine-sciamma.html' title='Tomboy (Céline Sciamma)'/><author><name>Q</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09849892621282751008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zu12EtxF_iM/SWLSykk0XVI/AAAAAAAAAA8/wivbn0jhw40/S220/Q+nene+marela.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MgXjsJd7R0I/T0DAGkGfmYI/AAAAAAAAEE4/RBVUiQzX-B4/s72-c/_cartaz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2041176634790356737.post-4001781047818041560</id><published>2012-02-15T12:23:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-15T12:34:26.170-08:00</updated><title type='text'>J. Edgar (de Clint Eastwood)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RLmkPu--qJY/TzwSG6DAIGI/AAAAAAAAEC4/l0szmEsntUQ/s1600/_3+homens+p.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RLmkPu--qJY/TzwSG6DAIGI/AAAAAAAAEC4/l0szmEsntUQ/s1600/_3+homens+p.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Clint Eastwood&lt;/b&gt; é um exemplo. Artista surgido como ator de faroestes americanos, um dos principais caubóis de filmes como &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Três Homens em Conflito&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; de &lt;b&gt;Sérgio Leone&lt;/b&gt;,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--pUhnq9sjQY/TzwSNkysWtI/AAAAAAAAEDA/occuMsDqC00/s1600/_perversa.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--pUhnq9sjQY/TzwSNkysWtI/AAAAAAAAEDA/occuMsDqC00/s1600/_perversa.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Clint logo se aventurou também na direção, estreando com &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Perversa Paixão&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; em 1971 e em seguida passando a atuar também como produtor e compositor de muitos de seus filmes (uma lista com mais de 30 títulos já).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XbwaPJ2YU-o/TzwSanXpDrI/AAAAAAAAEDI/9o5KI7ajIMQ/s1600/_clint+bad+boy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XbwaPJ2YU-o/TzwSanXpDrI/AAAAAAAAEDI/9o5KI7ajIMQ/s1600/_clint+bad+boy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Em quase 60 anos de carreira, Clint se mantém fiel ao cinema clássico e ao estilo durão dos seus primeiros personagens, mas parece estar sempre em busca de temas polêmicos e da subversão de sua própria persona.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oZ8bD_ShC8Y/TzwSr88IolI/AAAAAAAAEDY/5T07YMR9enk/s1600/_clint+camera.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oZ8bD_ShC8Y/TzwSr88IolI/AAAAAAAAEDY/5T07YMR9enk/s1600/_clint+camera.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Nas últimas décadas, Clint explorou temas como a eutanásia, a participação americana na 2a Guerra Mundial, a situação dos imigrantes nos EUA, a vida após a morte,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9fKpalDn8eU/TzwSm1CInqI/AAAAAAAAEDQ/i9xFGcrpWm8/s1600/_sobre+men.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9fKpalDn8eU/TzwSm1CInqI/AAAAAAAAEDQ/i9xFGcrpWm8/s1600/_sobre+men.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;e um tema bastante recorrente que são os&amp;nbsp;equívocos cometidos pela lei - fosse na adaptação do excelente livro de &lt;b&gt;Lehane&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sobre Meninos e Lobos&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, no excessivamente melodramático &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;A Troca&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; ou em seu filme mais recente, &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;J. Edgar&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Bp87rzo_aJM/TzwS2whFnwI/AAAAAAAAEDg/mHUzOLnZEzQ/s1600/_j+edgar+cartaz.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Bp87rzo_aJM/TzwS2whFnwI/AAAAAAAAEDg/mHUzOLnZEzQ/s1600/_j+edgar+cartaz.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Aqui, Clint conta a história de um dos mentores e criadores do FBI, J. Edgar Hoover. Hoover é apresentado por Clint como um obcecado pelo trabalho, compulsivo pela justiça, ou ainda, pela anti-criminalidade, já que esta "justiça" é questionada pelo filme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Talvez como&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://diculturices.blogspot.com/2012/02/o-espiao-que-sabia-demais-tinker-tailor.html" style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;O Espião que sabia demais&lt;/a&gt;, que também parece ter essa intenção, mas&amp;nbsp;escorrega em seus excessos).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TZtv6WRI_a0/TzwTID41A_I/AAAAAAAAEDw/DGrs7okj0ws/s1600/_casal+novos.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TZtv6WRI_a0/TzwTID41A_I/AAAAAAAAEDw/DGrs7okj0ws/s1600/_casal+novos.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Afinal, compulsões exageradas levam a normas muito rígidas, inapropriadas ao comportamento humano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nsaKw1vxuTU/TzwS9UuHwiI/AAAAAAAAEDo/8WoMp2v4sYk/s1600/_casal+velhos.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nsaKw1vxuTU/TzwS9UuHwiI/AAAAAAAAEDo/8WoMp2v4sYk/s1600/_casal+velhos.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Comportamento do próprio Hoover inclusive, que vive como um homossexual reprimido, nunca chegandondo a assumir o amor que ele compartilha com seu assistente e que segue fiel mesmo sem a consumação do sentimento.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Z_lu41fXie4/TzwTOjzFPRI/AAAAAAAAED4/S7x4f2LJVUQ/s1600/_escritorio+secretaria.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Z_lu41fXie4/TzwTOjzFPRI/AAAAAAAAED4/S7x4f2LJVUQ/s1600/_escritorio+secretaria.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Por isso, mesmo que não se crie empatia com esse protagonista, mesmo que o filme pareça excessivamente árido em seus ambientes de escritório e de "cenas de crimes",&amp;nbsp;mesmo que o conservadorismo de Clint transpareça em suas escolhas de temas, personagens e linguagens,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fr4gG9rcr64/TzwVooRfMeI/AAAAAAAAEEo/vojdd0cnFSQ/s1600/_gran+torino+caraz+melhor.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fr4gG9rcr64/TzwVooRfMeI/AAAAAAAAEEo/vojdd0cnFSQ/s1600/_gran+torino+caraz+melhor.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;mesmo assim há um mérito inquestionável de sua busca incessante para entender o ser humano e colocar à prova sua própria persona (já que ele segue sendo o "machão" nos filmes em que atua).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Essa auto-ironia, esse humor fino, essa complexidade, esse mergulho no ser humano às vezes se perdem no tom,&lt;br /&gt;como em &lt;a href="http://diculturices.blogspot.com/2009/02/troca.html"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;A Troca&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;ou &lt;a href="http://diculturices.blogspot.com/2011/01/alem-da-vida-de-clint-eastwood.html"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Além da Vida&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, ou em excessivos elogios e falta de foco, como em &lt;i style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://diculturices.blogspot.com/2010/02/invictus.html"&gt;Invictus&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;e a história de Mandela.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3TUOjrfPbAg/TzwTztUS50I/AAAAAAAAEEI/3FpNwuHLUlA/s1600/_menina+varias.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3TUOjrfPbAg/TzwTztUS50I/AAAAAAAAEEI/3FpNwuHLUlA/s1600/_menina+varias.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mas em outras vezes ele é preciso, ferino, denso e primoroso, como em &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Menina de Ouro&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; ou &lt;a href="http://diculturices.blogspot.com/2009/06/gran-torino.html"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Gran Torino&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LomFuEXTics/TzwUIsxUEEI/AAAAAAAAEEQ/ggjT20GEl2w/s1600/_edgar.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LomFuEXTics/TzwUIsxUEEI/AAAAAAAAEEQ/ggjT20GEl2w/s1600/_edgar.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Em&lt;i&gt; J.Edgar,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;Clint se sai muito bem, apresenta uma boa (e verídica) trama, apresenta uma parte importante da história dos EUA e uma personagem complexa, tem ótimas atuações e tem um filme competente e equilibrado, mas talvez até por isso não seja tão pleno e não agrade tanto a todos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nWEcy6tCkek/TzwUOVS4lNI/AAAAAAAAEEY/5KZF2xTApWU/s1600/_clint+rugas.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nWEcy6tCkek/TzwUOVS4lNI/AAAAAAAAEEY/5KZF2xTApWU/s1600/_clint+rugas.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mas o eterno caubói certamente não se importa e continuará sua busca, aparentemente sem pudores, vergonhas ou receios (como prova também por sua atitude de não se envergonhar de seus quase 82 anos e suas marcas, registradas em &lt;a href="http://uolentretenimento.blogosfera.uol.com.br/2012/01/06/clint-eastwood-se-recusa-a-usar-photoshop-em-capa-de-revista/"&gt;capa de revista&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;recentemente).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zmh7g1BuYHM/TzwWK3TUGRI/AAAAAAAAEEw/6ucGvvZJQUo/s1600/_clint+revoler.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zmh7g1BuYHM/TzwWK3TUGRI/AAAAAAAAEEw/6ucGvvZJQUo/s1600/_clint+revoler.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por essas e tantas outras: vida longa ao Clintão!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2041176634790356737-4001781047818041560?l=diculturices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diculturices.blogspot.com/feeds/4001781047818041560/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diculturices.blogspot.com/2012/02/j-edgar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2041176634790356737/posts/default/4001781047818041560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2041176634790356737/posts/default/4001781047818041560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diculturices.blogspot.com/2012/02/j-edgar.html' title='J. Edgar (de Clint Eastwood)'/><author><name>Q</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09849892621282751008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zu12EtxF_iM/SWLSykk0XVI/AAAAAAAAAA8/wivbn0jhw40/S220/Q+nene+marela.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RLmkPu--qJY/TzwSG6DAIGI/AAAAAAAAEC4/l0szmEsntUQ/s72-c/_3+homens+p.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2041176634790356737.post-5573857798410216482</id><published>2012-02-14T10:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-14T10:48:38.734-08:00</updated><title type='text'>O espião que sabia demais (tinker tailor soldier spy)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DKY9puIOmM4/TzqpxKukIhI/AAAAAAAAEB4/NcYvYo3K0To/s1600/_deixa.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DKY9puIOmM4/TzqpxKukIhI/AAAAAAAAEB4/NcYvYo3K0To/s1600/_deixa.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Depois de seu excelente filme anterior,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://diculturices.blogspot.com/2009/10/deixe-ela-"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Deixa ela entrar&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, "filme de terror lírico", daqueles que ficam com o espectador (inclusive com lembranças que melhoram e se adensam com o passar do tempo) pela graciosidade e profundidade da relação de dois meninos em meio a uma história de vampiro...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f3xQ4nLQ8hM/Tzqpto31TxI/AAAAAAAAEBw/-XZrCQ70DOY/s1600/_espiao+cartaz.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f3xQ4nLQ8hM/Tzqpto31TxI/AAAAAAAAEBw/-XZrCQ70DOY/s1600/_espiao+cartaz.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora o sueco&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;Tomas Alfredson&lt;/b&gt; se arrisca ao clássico livro de &lt;b&gt;John le Carré&lt;/b&gt;, para falar dos bastidores do Serviço de Inteligência do Reino Unido em uma época de extrema desconfiança e violência, os anos 70 e sua Guerra Fria.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gDNUaGcOwPw/Tzqp2i42g2I/AAAAAAAAECA/x0iyFn2mxp0/s1600/_jantar.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gDNUaGcOwPw/Tzqp2i42g2I/AAAAAAAAECA/x0iyFn2mxp0/s1600/_jantar.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tema interessante, bom trabalho técnico (fotografia, som, arte...), ótimo elenco, porém o roteiro é mal construído. Segredos e não linearidades exageradas, que ao invés de deixarem a trama instigante, a deixam confusa e cansativa.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cA5TJqflcus/Tzqp6i6k74I/AAAAAAAAECI/7hBgXPyHFPc/s1600/_telefone.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cA5TJqflcus/Tzqp6i6k74I/AAAAAAAAECI/7hBgXPyHFPc/s1600/_telefone.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quase nada acontece no presente, mesmo situações que acabaram de acontecer, são sempre relatadas por um dos envolvidos.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-p4pva3gz7Cg/TzqqW7aWxvI/AAAAAAAAECQ/CzFxnYbDE_E/s1600/_assassinado.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-p4pva3gz7Cg/TzqqW7aWxvI/AAAAAAAAECQ/CzFxnYbDE_E/s1600/_assassinado.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Assim as narrações se tornam extremamente excessivas, atravancando a fluidez dos fatos e fazendo com que as cenas sejam relatos ilustrados com alguns quadros praticamente estáticos dos acontecimentos.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Wb4hoxOW4H8/TzqqklUDO3I/AAAAAAAAECg/cpTQCRAPnFI/s1600/_espiao+aviao+fundo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Wb4hoxOW4H8/TzqqklUDO3I/AAAAAAAAECg/cpTQCRAPnFI/s1600/_espiao+aviao+fundo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;As traições, assassinatos, diálogos perdem todo seu caráter de ação (aviões e carros aparecem estacionados e sexo e flagrante são vistos em plano geral), que poderiam aproximar o filme de sucessos como a sequência &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;007&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; ou a trilogia &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Bourne.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ou ainda exemplos de tramas policiais ou de suspense mais elaborados e profundos, como outra adaptação de Carré, &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;O Jardineiro Fiel&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, de &lt;b&gt;Fernando Meirelles&lt;/b&gt; ou o excelente exemplo alemão &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://diculturices.blogspot.com/2009/06/6o-filme-nazista-do-ano.html"&gt;Os Falsários&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Yca0Kq_JwWg/TzqrG3jQwMI/AAAAAAAAECw/IGXpFIUzxOA/s1600/_caminha.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Yca0Kq_JwWg/TzqrG3jQwMI/AAAAAAAAECw/IGXpFIUzxOA/s1600/_caminha.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ao final, Tomas acaba desgastando o espectador e fazendo diluir questões interessantes deste &lt;i&gt;Espião&lt;/i&gt;, como a moral humana em relação à vida, as questões pessoais em relação às questões de Estado, os custos de se manter a ordem de um país, as crises de consciência etc.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WL8LzymnEo8/Tzqq-5wpnbI/AAAAAAAAECo/sMnR8UDeVkA/s1600/_com+menino.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WL8LzymnEo8/Tzqq-5wpnbI/AAAAAAAAECo/sMnR8UDeVkA/s1600/_com+menino.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Talvez com o sucesso, ele tenha querido explorar muitos aspectos da trama com muitas desconstruções de linguagens e tenha se perdido de pequenos focos mais instigantes &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(como era o caso de &lt;i&gt;Deixa ela entrar&lt;/i&gt;...)&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2041176634790356737-5573857798410216482?l=diculturices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diculturices.blogspot.com/feeds/5573857798410216482/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diculturices.blogspot.com/2012/02/o-espiao-que-sabia-demais-tinker-tailor.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2041176634790356737/posts/default/5573857798410216482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2041176634790356737/posts/default/5573857798410216482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diculturices.blogspot.com/2012/02/o-espiao-que-sabia-demais-tinker-tailor.html' title='O espião que sabia demais (tinker tailor soldier spy)'/><author><name>Q</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09849892621282751008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zu12EtxF_iM/SWLSykk0XVI/AAAAAAAAAA8/wivbn0jhw40/S220/Q+nene+marela.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DKY9puIOmM4/TzqpxKukIhI/AAAAAAAAEB4/NcYvYo3K0To/s72-c/_deixa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2041176634790356737.post-7282927234166467101</id><published>2012-02-13T20:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-13T20:09:42.405-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Separação (de Asghar Farhadi)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diferente de outros filmes iranianos mais contemplativos ou nostálgicos, &lt;b&gt;Asghar Farhadi&lt;/b&gt; nem aborda a infância como em&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Balão Branco&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;A Maçã&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; e &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;O Silêncio&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;; nem mais filosóficos e metalinguísticos como &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Gosto de Cereja&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;ou&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Salve o cinema&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;; nem políticos como os recentes&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://diculturices.blogspot.com/2011/11/dias-verdes.html"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Dias Verdes&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;ou &lt;a href="http://diculturices.blogspot.com/2011/12/isto-nao-e-um-filme.html"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Isso não é um filme&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dh5S5-xDl50/Tznb164W-II/AAAAAAAAEAo/TF11FSsux5I/s1600/_cartaz.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dh5S5-xDl50/Tznb164W-II/AAAAAAAAEAo/TF11FSsux5I/s1600/_cartaz.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;A Separação&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;tampouco fala da condição da mulher como ocorre em &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;O Círculo&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; e &lt;a href="http://diculturices.blogspot.com/2011/11/olhando-espelhos.html" style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Olhando espelhos&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b style="font-style: italic;"&gt;, &lt;/b&gt;Farhadi fala de um cotidiano sutil, prosaico e extremamente complexo ao mesmo tempo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nabnMuhxI70/Tznb9_mKZ1I/AAAAAAAAEAw/T96FDX61_mw/s1600/_filha.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nabnMuhxI70/Tznb9_mKZ1I/AAAAAAAAEAw/T96FDX61_mw/s1600/_filha.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;O filme parte da discordância de um casal de classe média e seu pedido de separação muito mais para falar sobre impasses: os motivadores, a relação religiosa, moral e jurídica no cotidiano iraniano e desdobramentos possíveis.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rO1419jgINE/Tzncb0eSqVI/AAAAAAAAEBQ/pKOxn73l640/s1600/_pais+discutindo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rO1419jgINE/Tzncb0eSqVI/AAAAAAAAEBQ/pKOxn73l640/s1600/_pais+discutindo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Assim, a esposa que quer mudar de país e vê na discordância do marido um obstáculo na relação, a levam a um pedido de divórcio; discordância essa gerada pela dependência de um pai/sogro já debilitado que exige cuidados especiais;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TFeqnP2B3_k/TzncGjr3UbI/AAAAAAAAEA4/I5iV_dR5daI/s1600/_empregada+filhinha.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TFeqnP2B3_k/TzncGjr3UbI/AAAAAAAAEA4/I5iV_dR5daI/s1600/_empregada+filhinha.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dependência essa que leva à contratação de uma empregada; empregada essa que tem vários problemas pessoais - filhos, crises financeiras que geram crises emocionais: desemprego, dívidas, prisões, depressões; problemas esses que levam a tensões e vulnerabilidades...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EKvRiHWNWNg/TzncSkg-diI/AAAAAAAAEBI/JfZKwPVhL48/s1600/_sentados+julgamento.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EKvRiHWNWNg/TzncSkg-diI/AAAAAAAAEBI/JfZKwPVhL48/s1600/_sentados+julgamento.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Vulnerabilidades que são gerais e fazem com que todas as personagens envolvidas sejam ao mesmo tempo culpadas e inocentes e que a cada dado apresentado a situação se torne mais complexa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hPhLcpge1Ug/TzncNllyWOI/AAAAAAAAEBA/2kOHjpzoQN4/s1600/_casal+empregados.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hPhLcpge1Ug/TzncNllyWOI/AAAAAAAAEBA/2kOHjpzoQN4/s1600/_casal+empregados.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Construção audiovisual simples: câmera ágil; fotografia, arte e som discretos; bom elenco; mas mais que tudo: uma boa premissa, bons diálogos, um ótimo roteiro, que apresentam as situações e as personagens por camadas e constroem um crescente instigante da trama.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1Pp_2V5skNU/Tzncs887SHI/AAAAAAAAEBY/mYbdhGTjKFA/s1600/_pai+filha.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1Pp_2V5skNU/Tzncs887SHI/AAAAAAAAEBY/mYbdhGTjKFA/s1600/_pai+filha.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Não há rebuscamento, é a situação crua e a condução enxuta que dão o tom realista e que nos fazem acompanhar com proximidade tudo que está se passando e, consequentemente, fazendo com que seja mais difícil ainda com que nos posicionemos.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bm2z0r0xtg4/TzncwpGjPvI/AAAAAAAAEBg/xjP0mXZvP9E/s1600/_pai+porta.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bm2z0r0xtg4/TzncwpGjPvI/AAAAAAAAEBg/xjP0mXZvP9E/s1600/_pai+porta.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um filme em defesa do diálogo, justamente por tantas tentativas frustradas de remendos de confissões, dúvidas, meias-verdades...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uSGH6OiK-E0/Tznc0MUjwJI/AAAAAAAAEBo/JWrBz_PI37Y/s1600/_empregada.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uSGH6OiK-E0/Tznc0MUjwJI/AAAAAAAAEBo/JWrBz_PI37Y/s1600/_empregada.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Profundo e inquietante, vale as horas de reflexão (bem além dos 123 minutos de sessão).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2041176634790356737-7282927234166467101?l=diculturices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diculturices.blogspot.com/feeds/7282927234166467101/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diculturices.blogspot.com/2012/02/separacao-de-asghar-farhadi.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2041176634790356737/posts/default/7282927234166467101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2041176634790356737/posts/default/7282927234166467101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diculturices.blogspot.com/2012/02/separacao-de-asghar-farhadi.html' title='A Separação (de Asghar Farhadi)'/><author><name>Q</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09849892621282751008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zu12EtxF_iM/SWLSykk0XVI/AAAAAAAAAA8/wivbn0jhw40/S220/Q+nene+marela.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dh5S5-xDl50/Tznb164W-II/AAAAAAAAEAo/TF11FSsux5I/s72-c/_cartaz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2041176634790356737.post-7042362252898108822</id><published>2012-01-31T21:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-31T21:40:25.193-08:00</updated><title type='text'>L'Apollonide: Os Amores da Casa de Tolerância (Souvenirs de la maison close)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bertrand Bonello&lt;/b&gt; parece instigado com o poder que o sexo pode exercer entre as pessoas, suas implicações e seu comércio.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2VvQSSTgBgE/TyjMu6n7QpI/AAAAAAAAD_g/jDdL4HNxw10/s1600/_cartaz.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2VvQSSTgBgE/TyjMu6n7QpI/AAAAAAAAD_g/jDdL4HNxw10/s1600/_cartaz.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Pelo menos é o que se observa vendo &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;O Pornógrafo&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, longa deste diretor francês exibido há cerca de dez anos e em seu filme mais recente: &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;L'Apollonide&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Aqui, Bertrand se inspira nas casas de comércio sexual - ou puteiros - na virada do século XIX para o XX na França.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ixbLudY8NEc/TyjM5UmVZ6I/AAAAAAAAD_o/805Jn-GcHGo/s1600/_que+ri+close.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ixbLudY8NEc/TyjM5UmVZ6I/AAAAAAAAD_o/805Jn-GcHGo/s1600/_que+ri+close.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Esse contexto histórico justifica e reforça ainda mais uma crítica à certa hipocrisia da &lt;u&gt;sociedade francesa&lt;/u&gt;, em seu discurso de&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;liberdade, igualdade, fraternidade&lt;/i&gt;, a sociedade culta e requintada que mostra suas mesquinharias e vilanias. Entretanto, apesar disso o filme parece universal e atemporal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Inclusive nessa percepção de Bertrand está um dos maiores primores do filme: o prólogo com animação de fotos das personagens clipadas com música de outra época e um epílogo genial, em cena verídica, contundente, dramática, belamente triste e tristemente bela...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XZZKVb6A454/TyjNFjZwMMI/AAAAAAAAD_w/stiGmOCeLfc/s1600/_meninas+vestindo+nuas.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XZZKVb6A454/TyjNFjZwMMI/AAAAAAAAD_w/stiGmOCeLfc/s1600/_meninas+vestindo+nuas.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Nas demais partes - o meio, ou o filme propriamente dito - o que vemos é o dia-a-dia da tal casa de tolerância: as meninas à paisana, fora do trabalho - suas brincadeiras, cumplicidade, simplicidade, sonhos, cansaços...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N9GajaWV-sU/TyjOL5fPTMI/AAAAAAAAEAI/ujsbeOBfSvQ/s1600/_menina+mascaras.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N9GajaWV-sU/TyjOL5fPTMI/AAAAAAAAEAI/ujsbeOBfSvQ/s1600/_menina+mascaras.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;E também as meninas "na função": sua abordagem com os clientes, certa diversão, mecanicismo, sentimentos, sensações (do melhor ao pior), perversões, mostrando muitas vezes o lado intolerante da tal casa.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WtsjtRvTbNE/TyjNYigsC9I/AAAAAAAAD_4/ozfpum1k2g4/s1600/_deitada+espelhos.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WtsjtRvTbNE/TyjNYigsC9I/AAAAAAAAD_4/ozfpum1k2g4/s1600/_deitada+espelhos.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(Há cenas de meninas violentadas, outras adoecendo, meninas totalmente enojadas com o sexo, a ponto de perderem totalmente o prazer, outras perdidas em busca de preenchimentos por exemplo em drogas efêmeras, etc).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;E também o lado muitas vezes mais intolerante ainda de fora da casa. As belas jovens conversam sobre o mundo de fora e sem nenhum romantismo com as possíveis vidas de empregadas em outros trabalhos. &amp;nbsp;Tampouco por isso elas se glamourizam como putas, elas encaram com crueza e realismo a condição de serviçais (ou servas, já que esse parece o regime em que trabalham). Tratam da higiene, calculam os gestos e as conversas, falam do trabalho como "negócio".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Um universo extremamente rico. E Bertrand o capta muito bem. Excelente direção de arte e fotografia, casting preciso e diversificado, diálogos interessantes, cenas e curvas criativas no roteiro...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-R1010T-FWo0/TyjOlVTTvnI/AAAAAAAAEAQ/qJQjBvAogZw/s1600/_q.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-R1010T-FWo0/TyjOlVTTvnI/AAAAAAAAEAQ/qJQjBvAogZw/s1600/_q.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mostrando a singularidade, a beleza e a poesia, fora do glamour, de sua história. Mas se desgastando um pouco nessas descrições.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z_v7mwpslMM/TyjOElI_plI/AAAAAAAAEAA/KLpXwxjhXRs/s1600/_meninas+sentadas.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z_v7mwpslMM/TyjOElI_plI/AAAAAAAAEAA/KLpXwxjhXRs/s1600/_meninas+sentadas.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;O filme é longo e é muito mais adjetivo do que narrativo, a mise-en-scène e as interpretações chegam muitas vezes a ser afetadas e quando não nos afetam com sensibilidade, nos cansam.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Fosse um pouco mais enxuto e seria mais acachapante.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;De qualquer maneira é um filme ímpar: forte, poético e eloquente! Sem dúvida vale a sessão!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://3.gvt0.com/vi/mku-r2CrIEM/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mku-r2CrIEM&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mku-r2CrIEM&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2041176634790356737-7042362252898108822?l=diculturices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diculturices.blogspot.com/feeds/7042362252898108822/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diculturices.blogspot.com/2012/01/lapollonide-os-amores-da-casa-de.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2041176634790356737/posts/default/7042362252898108822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2041176634790356737/posts/default/7042362252898108822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diculturices.blogspot.com/2012/01/lapollonide-os-amores-da-casa-de.html' title='L&apos;Apollonide: Os Amores da Casa de Tolerância (Souvenirs de la maison close)'/><author><name>Q</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09849892621282751008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zu12EtxF_iM/SWLSykk0XVI/AAAAAAAAAA8/wivbn0jhw40/S220/Q+nene+marela.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2VvQSSTgBgE/TyjMu6n7QpI/AAAAAAAAD_g/jDdL4HNxw10/s72-c/_cartaz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2041176634790356737.post-9182952136923083515</id><published>2012-01-30T17:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-30T17:42:08.298-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Os Famosos e os Duendes da Morte</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JaWplfLBoDo/TydEf5hb2xI/AAAAAAAAD_Y/LyRTC_yq1l8/s1600/_cartaz+corte.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JaWplfLBoDo/TydEf5hb2xI/AAAAAAAAD_Y/LyRTC_yq1l8/s1600/_cartaz+corte.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Primeiro longa-metragem do jovem diretor brasileiro &lt;b&gt;Esmir Filho&lt;/b&gt;, já datado de 2009,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Os Famosos e os Duendes da Morte&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; é ousado, intimista e com cenas valiosas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lNJuPaqHgNg/TydC4XxGSTI/AAAAAAAAD_A/vwNespz6j9g/s1600/_saliva.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lNJuPaqHgNg/TydC4XxGSTI/AAAAAAAAD_A/vwNespz6j9g/s1600/_saliva.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Em seus curtas, Esmir já esboçava uma carreira interessante, com domínio da linguagem (&lt;i style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Saliva &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;- foto à esquerda&lt;/span&gt;);&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-30E-ToHDzE4/TydDC4XwsvI/AAAAAAAAD_I/7cInebLcpcQ/s1600/_alguma.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-30E-ToHDzE4/TydDC4XwsvI/AAAAAAAAD_I/7cInebLcpcQ/s1600/_alguma.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Brincadeiras de gêneros&amp;nbsp;(&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ímpar Par&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;); ótima direção de atores (&lt;i style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Alguma Coisa Assim &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;- foto à direita&lt;/span&gt;); texto prosaico, inusitado, interessante...&amp;nbsp;E até brincadeiras de sucesso (&lt;i style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tapa na Pantera &lt;/i&gt;, um hit no&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6rMloiFmSbw"&gt;youtube&lt;/a&gt;).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_l3ev7V_NjI/TydCIwnwSNI/AAAAAAAAD-4/Xgag2aILlMY/s1600/_esmir+flores.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_l3ev7V_NjI/TydCIwnwSNI/AAAAAAAAD-4/Xgag2aILlMY/s1600/_esmir+flores.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em &lt;i&gt;Os Famosos e os Duendes da Morte&lt;/i&gt; Esmir parece buscar um filme tão intimista que muitas vezes parece etéreo. Filme de clima, cheio de subjetividades e poesia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fHi_2ewaIVg/TydB05aq2VI/AAAAAAAAD-g/HkDCCkoh8vk/s1600/_fumac%CC%A7a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fHi_2ewaIVg/TydB05aq2VI/AAAAAAAAD-g/HkDCCkoh8vk/s1600/_fumac%CC%A7a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Às vezes nem tão bem dosadas e trabalhadas já que há desníveis de interpretação e a linguagem poética em alguns momentos chega a ser afetada...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mBvk2kwnDIU/TydCBAD8yTI/AAAAAAAAD-w/NGGcVv-skX8/s1600/_rapazes+carro.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mBvk2kwnDIU/TydCBAD8yTI/AAAAAAAAD-w/NGGcVv-skX8/s1600/_rapazes+carro.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mas no geral o filme é envolvente, profundo e instigante.&amp;nbsp;História de um garoto em uma pequena cidade do sul do Brasil, se deparando com desejos, encantos, ídolos, mortes, família, solidão e sua própria expressão (em linguagens contemporâneas de blogs, chats e afins).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0Ls5sp-nucw/TydB8LD0MrI/AAAAAAAAD-o/2QewBhPuCb8/s1600/_casal+campo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0Ls5sp-nucw/TydB8LD0MrI/AAAAAAAAD-o/2QewBhPuCb8/s1600/_casal+campo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Valeu a pena o preenchimento desta lacuna da cena brasileira atual de cinema! E entusiasmou na espera pelo próximo filme de Esmir!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://0.gvt0.com/vi/4fBUjaii4kw/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4fBUjaii4kw&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4fBUjaii4kw&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2041176634790356737-9182952136923083515?l=diculturices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diculturices.blogspot.com/feeds/9182952136923083515/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diculturices.blogspot.com/2012/01/os-famosos-e-os-duendes-da-morte.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2041176634790356737/posts/default/9182952136923083515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2041176634790356737/posts/default/9182952136923083515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diculturices.blogspot.com/2012/01/os-famosos-e-os-duendes-da-morte.html' title='Os Famosos e os Duendes da Morte'/><author><name>Q</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09849892621282751008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zu12EtxF_iM/SWLSykk0XVI/AAAAAAAAAA8/wivbn0jhw40/S220/Q+nene+marela.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JaWplfLBoDo/TydEf5hb2xI/AAAAAAAAD_Y/LyRTC_yq1l8/s72-c/_cartaz+corte.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2041176634790356737.post-2545640644159686174</id><published>2012-01-27T08:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-27T08:45:54.338-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2 Coelhos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-a7WRtMAiX9A/TyLSu7hSFpI/AAAAAAAAD9E/1gLXWiDIEnI/s1600/_cartaz.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-a7WRtMAiX9A/TyLSu7hSFpI/AAAAAAAAD9E/1gLXWiDIEnI/s1600/_cartaz.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Estréia cinematográfica de &lt;b&gt;Afonso Poyart&lt;/b&gt;, que antes apenas havia feito o curta:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Eu te darei o céu&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Entretanto Poyart tem experiência e fica nítido no ritmo e estética de &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;2 Coelhos&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: a publicidade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eE7jTARYlf8/TyLS7HwAFpI/AAAAAAAAD9M/J9SZPmxBVB0/s1600/_arma+pescoc%CC%A7o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eE7jTARYlf8/TyLS7HwAFpI/AAAAAAAAD9M/J9SZPmxBVB0/s1600/_arma+pescoc%CC%A7o.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;2 Coelhos&lt;/i&gt; conta a história de um rapaz de classe média que se vê envolvido direta e indiretamente em crimes, falcatruas, trapaças, perseguições etc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3kJNYAjCk6o/TyLTvsBax_I/AAAAAAAAD9k/N1cW7HUQtGM/s1600/_explosao.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3kJNYAjCk6o/TyLTvsBax_I/AAAAAAAAD9k/N1cW7HUQtGM/s1600/_explosao.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Filme de ação bem intenso, entretanto com um roteiro fraco e muitas vezes gratuito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ERzXrBPeReg/TyLT0iGbxGI/AAAAAAAAD9s/jcI_r-b40FU/s1600/_fuga.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ERzXrBPeReg/TyLT0iGbxGI/AAAAAAAAD9s/jcI_r-b40FU/s1600/_fuga.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pelo gosto pelo roteiro não linear há um quebra-cabeça da história que não instiga, nem traz muitas surpresas ou reflexões;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-09KOSewNLFo/TyLT5TY7fqI/AAAAAAAAD90/GcbR8rtuJeI/s1600/_ale+ciocler.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-09KOSewNLFo/TyLT5TY7fqI/AAAAAAAAD90/GcbR8rtuJeI/s1600/_ale+ciocler.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Pelo gosto pela ação vem crimes e situações clichês e a falta de motivação e aprofundamento das personagens (um desperdício com um bom elenco);&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fnZZYCSEgdI/TyLTobpbrHI/AAAAAAAAD9c/3LXZ97E07yo/s1600/_thaide+grafismo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fnZZYCSEgdI/TyLTobpbrHI/AAAAAAAAD9c/3LXZ97E07yo/s1600/_thaide+grafismo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Pela ação e como diferencial, animações que muitas vezes parecem ruídos cansativos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6aZs7mHromQ/TyLTIq_TFgI/AAAAAAAAD9U/lyu3RrbvFC0/s1600/_videogame.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6aZs7mHromQ/TyLTIq_TFgI/AAAAAAAAD9U/lyu3RrbvFC0/s1600/_videogame.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Talvez seja apenas uma questão de gosto, de (des)identificação, de geração...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;De qualquer maneira espero que o coelho possa sair da toca, pois tantas exemplos similares internacionais que fazem sucesso, que esse possa cair no gosto popular, ou ao menos daqueles que gostam de perseguições, intervenções gráficas, músicas pop, qualidade técnica...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://1.gvt0.com/vi/A-0IBXgeMfU/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/A-0IBXgeMfU&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/A-0IBXgeMfU&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2041176634790356737-2545640644159686174?l=diculturices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diculturices.blogspot.com/feeds/2545640644159686174/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diculturices.blogspot.com/2012/01/2-coelhos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2041176634790356737/posts/default/2545640644159686174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2041176634790356737/posts/default/2545640644159686174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diculturices.blogspot.com/2012/01/2-coelhos.html' title='2 Coelhos'/><author><name>Q</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09849892621282751008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zu12EtxF_iM/SWLSykk0XVI/AAAAAAAAAA8/wivbn0jhw40/S220/Q+nene+marela.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-a7WRtMAiX9A/TyLSu7hSFpI/AAAAAAAAD9E/1gLXWiDIEnI/s72-c/_cartaz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2041176634790356737.post-5659378027216541426</id><published>2012-01-24T10:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-24T10:51:24.091-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Adeus, Primeiro Amor (un amour de jeunesse)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9Dmgu2iTZds/Tx75q7ayYWI/AAAAAAAAD74/Ufpg4ZXmyV4/s1600/_cartaz.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9Dmgu2iTZds/Tx75q7ayYWI/AAAAAAAAD74/Ufpg4ZXmyV4/s1600/_cartaz.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A diretora francesa &lt;b&gt;Mia Hansen-&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;L&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; line-height: 23px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;øve&lt;/b&gt; traz em seu último filme, &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Adeus, Primeiro Amor&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, uma temática que lhe deve ser próxima e íntima: o primeiro amor e as descobertas da juventude.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; line-height: 23px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Y7-Vx4rvKag/Tx76KgeqCgI/AAAAAAAAD8A/JzAiOjP3kPo/s1600/_mia.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Y7-Vx4rvKag/Tx76KgeqCgI/AAAAAAAAD8A/JzAiOjP3kPo/s1600/_mia.jpeg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; line-height: 23px;"&gt;Próxima e íntima ao tema, tanto por seu sobrenome, como por sua idade - Mia tem apenas 30 anos, apesar desse já ser seu 3o longa! &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(a foto de Mia ao lado foi aos 18 anos, quando entrou no mundo cinematográfico)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; line-height: 23px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SRKQ1wuWLZ4/Tx76lw5gPjI/AAAAAAAAD8I/nRDkDIYhWio/s1600/_sorriem.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SRKQ1wuWLZ4/Tx76lw5gPjI/AAAAAAAAD8I/nRDkDIYhWio/s1600/_sorriem.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; line-height: 23px;"&gt;Por isso a diretora parece à vontade para trabalhar a história comum de uma adolescente completamente entregue ao seu primeiro amor.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; line-height: 23px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YDCmZEtB5iU/Tx76q-qxm-I/AAAAAAAAD8Q/YJBvOtR5gVc/s1600/_deitada.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YDCmZEtB5iU/Tx76q-qxm-I/AAAAAAAAD8Q/YJBvOtR5gVc/s1600/_deitada.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; line-height: 23px;"&gt;A intensidade do sentimento é tanta que ela se perde em medos e angústias, principalmente após o namorado partir em busca de aventuras pela América Latina, a deixando.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; line-height: 23px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uAnUnRHlkYM/Tx76uqVTMWI/AAAAAAAAD8Y/U30bHNiwp00/s1600/_chora.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uAnUnRHlkYM/Tx76uqVTMWI/AAAAAAAAD8Y/U30bHNiwp00/s1600/_chora.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; line-height: 23px;"&gt;Camille, vivida pela carismática &lt;b&gt;Lola Créton&lt;/b&gt;, sofre à exaustação, mas toca a vida. Mesmo com as notícias cada vez menos frequentes e menos carinhosas do namorado, Camille não perde as esperanças e se dedica aos estudos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; line-height: 23px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NNP2bjn4zSU/Tx76yLESy4I/AAAAAAAAD8g/_P1rpvpTCBs/s1600/_professor.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NNP2bjn4zSU/Tx76yLESy4I/AAAAAAAAD8g/_P1rpvpTCBs/s1600/_professor.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; line-height: 23px;"&gt;E, assim como na vida real, os lutos dos relacionamentos tem fim, e não só Camille&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 23px;"&gt;começa uma nova vida,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 23px;"&gt;tem bons resultados nos estudos, &amp;nbsp;um promissor início de carreira, como acaba se envolvendo com outro homem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 23px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 23px;"&gt;Os méritos desse tema clichê estão na simplicidade da abordagem, no elenco, nos diálogos e em algumas reviravoltas surpreendentes, trilha sonora interessante...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-o6hS9nSjbJI/Tx77RtG7T5I/AAAAAAAAD8w/v7kgkSex27M/s1600/_deitados+campo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-o6hS9nSjbJI/Tx77RtG7T5I/AAAAAAAAD8w/v7kgkSex27M/s1600/_deitados+campo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 23px;"&gt;O filme peca um pouco por não dar um tempo maior à contemplação, que poderia nos aproximar mais das personagens.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 23px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 23px;"&gt;Há cortes incessantes e as personagens nunca aparecem paradas, estão sempre andando, se movimentando, sentando, levantando... Nem mesmo quando relaxam ou conversam, pois no segundo seguinte já tem uma ação, o que nem sempre combina com o interior delas...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-32qK2wdEfcQ/Tx79Sv5SzAI/AAAAAAAAD84/kM8TQyswkII/s1600/_neve.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-32qK2wdEfcQ/Tx79Sv5SzAI/AAAAAAAAD84/kM8TQyswkII/s1600/_neve.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 23px;"&gt;E às vezes deixam os diálogos um pouco frios e repentinos demais (o que sempre pode ser pelo caráter francês dos envolvidos...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 23px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 23px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 23px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 23px;"&gt;Assistir a filmes de outras culturas sempre nos deixam na dúvida se está verossímil ou se não está exagerado ou se apenas faz parte daquele universo e do ser diferente...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 23px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 23px;"&gt;Diferente, mas no caso, impossível também não se identificar... Confira o trailer, o filme e "volva un poco a los 17"...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 23px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://3.gvt0.com/vi/mwXZzrPuX-c/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mwXZzrPuX-c&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mwXZzrPuX-c&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 23px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2041176634790356737-5659378027216541426?l=diculturices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diculturices.blogspot.com/feeds/5659378027216541426/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diculturices.blogspot.com/2012/01/adeus-primeiro-amor-un-amour-de.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2041176634790356737/posts/default/5659378027216541426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2041176634790356737/posts/default/5659378027216541426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diculturices.blogspot.com/2012/01/adeus-primeiro-amor-un-amour-de.html' title='Adeus, Primeiro Amor (un amour de jeunesse)'/><author><name>Q</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09849892621282751008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zu12EtxF_iM/SWLSykk0XVI/AAAAAAAAAA8/wivbn0jhw40/S220/Q+nene+marela.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9Dmgu2iTZds/Tx75q7ayYWI/AAAAAAAAD74/Ufpg4ZXmyV4/s72-c/_cartaz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2041176634790356737.post-8958672099701534489</id><published>2012-01-19T15:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-19T15:11:41.222-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Românticos Anônimos (Les émotifs anonymes)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-a-LLK8PZ6fQ/TxigAoZJUxI/AAAAAAAAD7E/Mj1CTfUaCVg/s1600/_romant+cartaz.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-a-LLK8PZ6fQ/TxigAoZJUxI/AAAAAAAAD7E/Mj1CTfUaCVg/s1600/_romant+cartaz.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Não muito conhecido por aqui, o diretor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jean-Pierre Améris&lt;/b&gt; já tem cerca de uma dezena de longas em sua filmografia. O mais recente lançado, e que chegou por agora no Brasil, foi &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Românticos Anônimos&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, uma comédia singela e agradável.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-x_XLRzHtI5M/TxigGo1KNII/AAAAAAAAD7M/XcjP9p1w-hs/s1600/_casal+com+mesa+choco.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-x_XLRzHtI5M/TxigGo1KNII/AAAAAAAAD7M/XcjP9p1w-hs/s1600/_casal+com+mesa+choco.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A história de dois páreas: Angélique e Jean-René unidos pelo amor ao chocolate - que dedicam em uma chocolateria à beira do fracasso. O casal se sente atraído desde a primeira vista, mas ambos são traídos por suas manias, angústias, TOCs, síndromes... Por serem românticos excessivos e por enfim tentarem sair do anonimato...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VLA1KvvWLCw/TxigvpR-BBI/AAAAAAAAD7c/GzdyzY7Ee6A/s1600/_coad+peq.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VLA1KvvWLCw/TxigvpR-BBI/AAAAAAAAD7c/GzdyzY7Ee6A/s1600/_coad+peq.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;O filme é correto e bom: casting, direção, qualidade técnica... Entretanto, para ser uma comédia e de um tema batido, faltou algum ponto mais criativo, uma situação a mais no roteiro, um algo a mais na interpretação, um exagero na linguagem, uma aproximação maior com as personagens...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sutBuIUpdI8/TxigPtLdDkI/AAAAAAAAD7U/_yr6j5kQcKM/s1600/_chocolate.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sutBuIUpdI8/TxigPtLdDkI/AAAAAAAAD7U/_yr6j5kQcKM/s1600/_chocolate.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Algo que marcasse mais, como fez Lasse Hallström, que para adocicar seu romance &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Chocolate&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; explorou as cenas do próprio doce de cacau afrodisíaco, provocando a imaginação e o padalar dos espectadores, em uma trama que também não esbanjava criatividade...).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kGuOCVhfmFk/Txig0XYg7ZI/AAAAAAAAD7k/pned3zTgbLk/s1600/_casal.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kGuOCVhfmFk/Txig0XYg7ZI/AAAAAAAAD7k/pned3zTgbLk/s1600/_casal.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;De qualquer maneira, &lt;i&gt;Românticos Anônimos&lt;/i&gt; é prazeroso. Como Angélique ao se referir ao chocolate: mesmo sem ser tão bom, é bom... Assim é essa comédia romântica...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Vale a degustada!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2041176634790356737-8958672099701534489?l=diculturices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diculturices.blogspot.com/feeds/8958672099701534489/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diculturices.blogspot.com/2012/01/romanticos-anonimos-les-emotifs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2041176634790356737/posts/default/8958672099701534489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2041176634790356737/posts/default/8958672099701534489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diculturices.blogspot.com/2012/01/romanticos-anonimos-les-emotifs.html' title='Românticos Anônimos (Les émotifs anonymes)'/><author><name>Q</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09849892621282751008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zu12EtxF_iM/SWLSykk0XVI/AAAAAAAAAA8/wivbn0jhw40/S220/Q+nene+marela.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-a-LLK8PZ6fQ/TxigAoZJUxI/AAAAAAAAD7E/Mj1CTfUaCVg/s72-c/_romant+cartaz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2041176634790356737.post-6894914325901416103</id><published>2012-01-15T07:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-15T07:14:13.443-08:00</updated><title type='text'>As Aventuras de Spielberg (Adventures of Tintin)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-McI89zeB7SM/TxLpaDrvIZI/AAAAAAAAD5E/j_aKoAoi0Uc/s1600/_spielberg+cartaz.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-McI89zeB7SM/TxLpaDrvIZI/AAAAAAAAD5E/j_aKoAoi0Uc/s1600/_spielberg+cartaz.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Eterno coração de menino, &lt;b&gt;Steven Spielberg&lt;/b&gt; parece se sair melhor em histórias de crianças, jovens e aventuras...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;(Já que é capaz também de filmes bem irregulares como &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;A.I. - Inteligência Artificial&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; e alguns que nem consegui ver inteiros como&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt; Guerra dos Mundos&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LOe6dvBUG4A/TxLplbtlgZI/AAAAAAAAD5M/zGe0AVG4Gxc/s1600/_tirinha+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LOe6dvBUG4A/TxLplbtlgZI/AAAAAAAAD5M/zGe0AVG4Gxc/s1600/_tirinha+2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Aqui ele se inspira nas clássicas histórias do belga &lt;b&gt;Hergé&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;i&gt;Les Aventures de Tintin &lt;/i&gt;(tantan), Spielberg parece ter sido fiel aos personagens e a trama de Hergé em sua nova animação 3D.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t9XpT24NwV0/TxLp0YZVi5I/AAAAAAAAD5U/Ab9a6eb1seY/s1600/_jornal+e+inspetores.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t9XpT24NwV0/TxLp0YZVi5I/AAAAAAAAD5U/Ab9a6eb1seY/s1600/_jornal+e+inspetores.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jornalista curioso, perspicaz, valente e com uma arma secreta - seu fiel companheiro canino Milu -&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DZKqMt7pRr8/TxLqCsZql2I/AAAAAAAAD5c/5pBqWGmNURA/s1600/_barco+feira.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DZKqMt7pRr8/TxLqCsZql2I/AAAAAAAAD5c/5pBqWGmNURA/s1600/_barco+feira.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tintin compra uma réplica de um barco antigo e a partir dele descobre as histórias passadas do barco verdadeiro...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aDBESnOky30/TxLrQXds-6I/AAAAAAAAD6E/AprH39JtFMc/s1600/_marinheiro.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aDBESnOky30/TxLrQXds-6I/AAAAAAAAD6E/AprH39JtFMc/s1600/_marinheiro.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marinheiros, piratas, tesouros, cobiça, traições, vinganças, lealdade, lutas, viagens...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-raCNrujoQ5E/TxLqyD6QYpI/AAAAAAAAD58/Wwtl_Gz6DFg/s1600/_aviao+caido+deserto.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-raCNrujoQ5E/TxLqyD6QYpI/AAAAAAAAD58/Wwtl_Gz6DFg/s1600/_aviao+caido+deserto.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boa história, bom ritmo, boa técnica (animação, 3D, visual, trilha...).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YZnOwl-zcks/TxLtL3AqFjI/AAAAAAAAD6c/7VzsrE76d4c/s1600/_tirinha+deserto.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YZnOwl-zcks/TxLtL3AqFjI/AAAAAAAAD6c/7VzsrE76d4c/s1600/_tirinha+deserto.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-m3bz4T6bXgw/TxLs3H71CwI/AAAAAAAAD6U/jvbc8Q28ts4/s1600/_deserto.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-m3bz4T6bXgw/TxLs3H71CwI/AAAAAAAAD6U/jvbc8Q28ts4/s1600/_deserto.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tintin desperta o instinto aventureiro de nossas crianças internas e deslumbre por lugares desconhecidos e novas velhas histórias...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2041176634790356737-6894914325901416103?l=diculturices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diculturices.blogspot.com/feeds/6894914325901416103/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diculturices.blogspot.com/2012/01/as-aventuras-de-spielberg-adventures-of.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2041176634790356737/posts/default/6894914325901416103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2041176634790356737/posts/default/6894914325901416103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diculturices.blogspot.com/2012/01/as-aventuras-de-spielberg-adventures-of.html' title='As Aventuras de Spielberg (Adventures of Tintin)'/><author><name>Q</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09849892621282751008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zu12EtxF_iM/SWLSykk0XVI/AAAAAAAAAA8/wivbn0jhw40/S220/Q+nene+marela.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-McI89zeB7SM/TxLpaDrvIZI/AAAAAAAAD5E/j_aKoAoi0Uc/s72-c/_spielberg+cartaz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2041176634790356737.post-7724230346652596364</id><published>2012-01-07T12:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-07T13:01:27.356-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jeunet e Gilliam: duas mentes fantásticas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Poucos são os cineastas que se arriscam fora do realismo, principalmente em fantasia para adultos, especialmente se não for ficção científica. E raros são os talentosos nessa arte e mais difícil ainda que não sejam puramente comerciais e ainda por cima que sejam exitosos na bilheteria...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KaOJ0s1fwsA/TwiiZKQxzLI/AAAAAAAAD4M/FwN8w-nu1h4/s1600/_jeunet.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KaOJ0s1fwsA/TwiiZKQxzLI/AAAAAAAAD4M/FwN8w-nu1h4/s1600/_jeunet.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bFOsKwfewIo/TwiiVvJ_lTI/AAAAAAAAD4E/nME4hTP4KH4/s1600/_terry.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bFOsKwfewIo/TwiiVvJ_lTI/AAAAAAAAD4E/nME4hTP4KH4/s1600/_terry.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;Terry Gilliam&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;(esq) e&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jean-Pierre Jeunet &lt;/b&gt;(dir)&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;são alguns desses exemplos de exceção.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bN6ReFc_c5s/TwijMJWjbWI/AAAAAAAAD4c/KNf2AOOnnJo/s1600/_barao+p.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bN6ReFc_c5s/TwijMJWjbWI/AAAAAAAAD4c/KNf2AOOnnJo/s1600/_barao+p.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Conheci Gilliam ainda na infância com o ótimo &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;As Aventuras do Barão de Münchausen&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (só anos e anos depois vim a conhecer o &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Monty Python&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;Acompanhei alguns de seus seguintes filmes como &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;O Pescador de Ilusões&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Os 12 Macacos&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; e &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Os Irmãos Grimm&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-axZK7AEoMOo/Twijq4a8M-I/AAAAAAAAD4k/P4e8jYFSR7M/s1600/_quixote+p.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-axZK7AEoMOo/Twijq4a8M-I/AAAAAAAAD4k/P4e8jYFSR7M/s1600/_quixote+p.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;(além da tentativa de adaptação de&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Dom Quixote&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; que infelizmente rendeu apenas um documentário sobre todos os percalços de realização).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JB_yXzhVVms/TwijH1Lc2rI/AAAAAAAAD4U/wrelJ-4DgPw/s1600/_sonhos+p.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JB_yXzhVVms/TwijH1Lc2rI/AAAAAAAAD4U/wrelJ-4DgPw/s1600/_sonhos+p.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeunet conheci na parceria com &lt;b&gt;Marc Caro&lt;/b&gt; no maravilhoso &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ladrão de Sonhos&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, depois que fui ver &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Delicatessen&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, e segui acompanhando sua trajetória com &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;O Fabuloso Destino de Amélie Poulain&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; e &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Eterno Amor&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Uq4aqrh6Eo8/TwikB62hmOI/AAAAAAAAD4s/cCC7CyCK5VE/s1600/_sonhos+2.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Uq4aqrh6Eo8/TwikB62hmOI/AAAAAAAAD4s/cCC7CyCK5VE/s1600/_sonhos+2.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas esse terreno fantástico não é fácil, muito difícil dosar o inventivo com o narrativo, o absurdo com o atrativo e mais ainda ter certa profundidade como era o caso de &lt;i&gt;Münchausen&lt;/i&gt; ou &lt;i&gt;Ladrão de Sonhos&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iScGFBqRkjQ/Twigd796yeI/AAAAAAAAD3U/kqKMvifH6ls/s1600/_mic+cartaz.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iScGFBqRkjQ/Twigd796yeI/AAAAAAAAD3U/kqKMvifH6ls/s1600/_mic+cartaz.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por isso em seus exemplos mais recentes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Micmacs, um plano complicado&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, de Jeunet e &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;O Mundo Imaginário de Dr. Parnassus&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, de Gilliam - vejo o talento e a maestria com a qual criam universos paralelos, mas não me envolvo tanto com as histórias.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iumWGTHcbMY/TwigFatwulI/AAAAAAAAD3M/o2mX60ByUiY/s1600/_cartaz+parnassus.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iumWGTHcbMY/TwigFatwulI/AAAAAAAAD3M/o2mX60ByUiY/s1600/_cartaz+parnassus.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muitas vezes parecem quase um pretexto para poder abrigar as personagens mirabolantes e poder dar espaço para tantas cores e luzes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rKGz7xAs8ss/TwihUVlL5OI/AAAAAAAAD30/DMUxpScChhA/s1600/_mic+personagens.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rKGz7xAs8ss/TwihUVlL5OI/AAAAAAAAD30/DMUxpScChhA/s1600/_mic+personagens.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Micmacs&lt;/i&gt; tem uma história divertida e saborosos personagens, mas passados um par de anos (o filme é de 2010) a história já se dilui e já parece quase opaco...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jzqAx6KwmC0/Twig3vPfV8I/AAAAAAAAD3s/oB1eUk8ZL2Y/s1600/_tom+waits.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jzqAx6KwmC0/Twig3vPfV8I/AAAAAAAAD3s/oB1eUk8ZL2Y/s1600/_tom+waits.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Dr. Parnassus&lt;/i&gt; tem ótimos pontos de saída, me promovem mergulhos imagéticos, mas não me levam a lugares tão distantes...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6XmgtNQD35M/TwigjOSF_7I/AAAAAAAAD3c/Hgqk7lnXDso/s1600/_heag.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6XmgtNQD35M/TwigjOSF_7I/AAAAAAAAD3c/Hgqk7lnXDso/s1600/_heag.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;(não sei o quanto o novo percalço pelo qual passou Gilliam o prejudicou - perdendo seu protagonista - &lt;b&gt;Heath Ledger&lt;/b&gt; - em uma morte inesperada e tendo que multifaceta-lo em outros atores).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-At2lXxa8m70/Twigsu_3R-I/AAAAAAAAD3k/D3lTjCclJcw/s1600/_parnassus+paisagem.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-At2lXxa8m70/Twigsu_3R-I/AAAAAAAAD3k/D3lTjCclJcw/s1600/_parnassus+paisagem.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acabo preferindo meus próprios sonhos, ou filmes realistas mas que com suas profundidades me permitem viajar dentro deles...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZzpHjUbgX6o/TwilNIXATUI/AAAAAAAAD48/0w7GDyVjqtw/s1600/_homem+espanto.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZzpHjUbgX6o/TwilNIXATUI/AAAAAAAAD48/0w7GDyVjqtw/s1600/_homem+espanto.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talvez algo pessoal meu, de não me excitar tanto com a magia da arte desses filmes.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Acho incríveis as personagens, lindos os cenários, excelente a fotografia e o som, a arte impecável mas sinto falta de algo a mais nos roteiros...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-il8PWMz5a04/Twik0Ki26-I/AAAAAAAAD40/YtJ6IW4WqsI/s1600/_bomba.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-il8PWMz5a04/Twik0Ki26-I/AAAAAAAAD40/YtJ6IW4WqsI/s1600/_bomba.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas sigo esperançosa com esses diretores, pois talento há e extremamente promissor (já que tantas vezes certeiros)!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="filmo-row even" style="background-color: #fbfbfb; border-bottom-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-left-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); border-left-style: solid; border-left-width: 1px; border-right-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); border-right-style: solid; border-right-width: 1px; border-top-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); border-top-style: solid; border-top-width: 1px; padding-bottom: 6px; padding-left: 10px; padding-right: 10px; padding-top: 5px; vertical-align: middle;"&gt;&lt;div class="filmo-row odd" style="background-color: #f6f6f5; border-bottom-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-left-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); border-left-style: solid; border-left-width: 1px; border-right-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); border-right-style: solid; border-right-width: 1px; border-top-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); border-top-style: solid; border-top-width: 1px; padding-bottom: 6px; padding-left: 10px; padding-right: 10px; padding-top: 5px; vertical-align: middle;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2041176634790356737-7724230346652596364?l=diculturices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diculturices.blogspot.com/feeds/7724230346652596364/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diculturices.blogspot.com/2012/01/jeunet-e-gilliam-duas-mentes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2041176634790356737/posts/default/7724230346652596364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2041176634790356737/posts/default/7724230346652596364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diculturices.blogspot.com/2012/01/jeunet-e-gilliam-duas-mentes.html' title='Jeunet e Gilliam: duas mentes fantásticas'/><author><name>Q</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09849892621282751008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zu12EtxF_iM/SWLSykk0XVI/AAAAAAAAAA8/wivbn0jhw40/S220/Q+nene+marela.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KaOJ0s1fwsA/TwiiZKQxzLI/AAAAAAAAD4M/FwN8w-nu1h4/s72-c/_jeunet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2041176634790356737.post-3200808826188263425</id><published>2012-01-05T19:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T19:21:05.769-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Budapeste - do livro ao filme</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1unp950fYsQ/TwZjccwWs-I/AAAAAAAAD1A/Na_pifUKPz0/s1600/_capa+livro.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1unp950fYsQ/TwZjccwWs-I/AAAAAAAAD1A/Na_pifUKPz0/s1600/_capa+livro.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;O livro de &lt;b&gt;Chico&lt;/b&gt; não é fácil: diversas camadas, tempos e espaços.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;O protagonista é um ghost writer e partindo disso já temos diferentes nuances: o universo cotidiano dele, o universo do criar, o universo das criações e o universo da mentira dessa fantasia, já que estamos falando de escritores fantasmas...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5s6m2azJdiM/TwZjrTHREnI/AAAAAAAAD1Y/sexm7y4K3Js/s1600/_cartaz.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5s6m2azJdiM/TwZjrTHREnI/AAAAAAAAD1Y/sexm7y4K3Js/s1600/_cartaz.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Esse protagonista vive a vida dupla de escritor e acaba escolhendo uma vida dupla na Hungria para tentar se encontrar... Larga o Rio de Janeiro e se instala em &lt;b&gt;Budapeste&lt;/b&gt;. E vai e volta. E se atrai por histórias, por culturas, por lugares, mas mais do que tudo: por línguas, por palavras, por sonoridades...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mas essa personagem é daquelas onde não se identifica exatamente a motivação, há uma nebulosidade, um tédio, uma falta de paixão em seu entorno, um pouco como tantas personagens &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;dostoievskianas&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, por exemplo...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-36bEsy2aCcc/TwZjz_M9AVI/AAAAAAAAD1k/3vxkngN0u2Q/s1600/_buda+leo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-36bEsy2aCcc/TwZjz_M9AVI/AAAAAAAAD1k/3vxkngN0u2Q/s1600/_buda+leo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conclusão: um protagonista sem graça, daqueles que queremos sacudir e de quem esperamos reações o tempo todo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mas o livro vai entretendo e o desafio criativo do protagonista e seus duplos nos intrigam e nos levam a um final surpreendente, da narrativa mais simplória e realista se passa a um patamar mais poético e reflexivo sobre criador e criatura...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Difícil adaptação cinematográfica.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Não só pela demanda de poesia e reflexão, mas principalmente pela falta de carisma do protagonista.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hjtDyEpe3r8/TwZnFdkfAlI/AAAAAAAAD2s/tTljM0iQSmY/s1600/_casal+buda.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hjtDyEpe3r8/TwZnFdkfAlI/AAAAAAAAD2s/tTljM0iQSmY/s1600/_casal+buda.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;No cinema não há muito espaço para personagens assim. Pode-se ter vilões, pode-se ter personagens perdidos, sem rumo, mas há certa máxima em que personagens devem ter objetivos e lutar por eles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-C6jB1NdOaqo/TwZj6GqO4gI/AAAAAAAAD1w/vgAfSuuJSFU/s1600/_jack.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-C6jB1NdOaqo/TwZj6GqO4gI/AAAAAAAAD1w/vgAfSuuJSFU/s1600/_jack.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assim, mesmo um protagonista entediado e perdido como &lt;b&gt;Jack Nicholson&lt;/b&gt; em &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;O Iluminado&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; de &lt;b&gt;Kubrick&lt;/b&gt;, &amp;nbsp;tem brilho no olhar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ou personagens mais cinzentos demandam um entorno, como o coro de personagens em &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;M. O Vampiro de Dusseldorf&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; de &lt;b&gt;Fritz Lang&lt;/b&gt; ou ainda a voz narrativa ácida, irônica e cheia de personalidade de &lt;b&gt;Brás Cubas&lt;/b&gt; em suas memórias (de &lt;b&gt;Machado&lt;/b&gt; às adaptações).&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Walter Carvalho&lt;/b&gt; se instiga pelo desafio da adaptação &lt;b&gt;buarquiana&lt;/b&gt; (outrora magistralmente adaptado por &lt;b&gt;Ruy Guerra&lt;/b&gt; em &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Estorvo&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Walter é bastante fiel, mas se perde justamente no retrato cinza de seu protagonista.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OC5fUOol0EI/TwZneijY3UI/AAAAAAAAD24/H7gZI4vl6dA/s1600/_leo+cama.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OC5fUOol0EI/TwZneijY3UI/AAAAAAAAD24/H7gZI4vl6dA/s1600/_leo+cama.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Começando pela seleção de &lt;b&gt;Leonardo Medeiros&lt;/b&gt; para o papel, que mais uma vez traz seu tom cotidiano, cansado, sem curvas, sem brilho (como em outros filmes comentados &lt;a href="http://diculturices.blogspot.com/2011/11/feliz-natal.html"&gt;&lt;b&gt;aqui&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ne6tU_YYutc/TwZmBh5v0eI/AAAAAAAAD18/QLbJB1ehUbk/s1600/_esposa.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ne6tU_YYutc/TwZmBh5v0eI/AAAAAAAAD18/QLbJB1ehUbk/s1600/_esposa.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As outras personagens tampouco ajudam, pois são justamente projeções da mente enfastiada e cinzenta de seu protagonista.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OMMeM2t7LJY/TwZnqkczmXI/AAAAAAAAD3E/BIrvanOBlAw/s1600/_vitrine.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OMMeM2t7LJY/TwZnqkczmXI/AAAAAAAAD3E/BIrvanOBlAw/s1600/_vitrine.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;E assim a narrativa avança competentemente (boa fotografia, cenários, locações, som...), mas sem grandes curvas, sem luz e com o agravante das duas horas não darem conta da progressão de suspense que há no livro.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bgZdU7aSWgE/TwZmtCtGBfI/AAAAAAAAD2g/1qiALBghSLk/s1600/_cartaz+janela.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bgZdU7aSWgE/TwZmtCtGBfI/AAAAAAAAD2g/1qiALBghSLk/s1600/_cartaz+janela.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Walter tem consolidado uma carreira de fotógrafo brilhante e uma cinematografia já sólida e eclética, começando com seu excelente documentário &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Janela da Alma&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; e passando pelos mais comerciais&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt; Cazuza, o tempo não para&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; e &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Raul, o início, o fim e o meio&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (a estrear em breve).&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mas aqui, em &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Budapeste&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, o resultado foi um filme morno e que se distancia do livro pela frase - que inclusive abre o filme: "Pensei que Budapeste fosse cinza, mas Budapeste é amarela"...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-X9gGrEssFbE/TwZmFpOATkI/AAAAAAAAD2I/21zoEMNgP4M/s1600/_paisagem.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-X9gGrEssFbE/TwZmFpOATkI/AAAAAAAAD2I/21zoEMNgP4M/s1600/_paisagem.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faltou o amarelo e essa luz e esse dourado que poderiam fazer do filme algo mais fiel à cidade-título...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="filmo-row even" style="background-color: #fbfbfb; border-bottom-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-left-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); border-left-style: solid; border-left-width: 1px; border-right-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); border-right-style: solid; border-right-width: 1px; border-top-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); border-top-style: solid; border-top-width: 1px; color: #333333; font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; padding-bottom: 6px; padding-left: 10px; padding-right: 10px; padding-top: 5px; vertical-align: middle;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2041176634790356737-3200808826188263425?l=diculturices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diculturices.blogspot.com/feeds/3200808826188263425/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diculturices.blogspot.com/2012/01/budapeste-do-livro-ao-filme.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2041176634790356737/posts/default/3200808826188263425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2041176634790356737/posts/default/3200808826188263425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diculturices.blogspot.com/2012/01/budapeste-do-livro-ao-filme.html' title='Budapeste - do livro ao filme'/><author><name>Q</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09849892621282751008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zu12EtxF_iM/SWLSykk0XVI/AAAAAAAAAA8/wivbn0jhw40/S220/Q+nene+marela.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1unp950fYsQ/TwZjccwWs-I/AAAAAAAAD1A/Na_pifUKPz0/s72-c/_capa+livro.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2041176634790356737.post-2277719717602569383</id><published>2012-01-05T00:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T01:13:31.034-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Chave de Sarah (Elle s'appelait Sarah)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-L-y6qOPs7q0/TwVn2mY0cEI/AAAAAAAADzg/PNibXxYedEQ/s1600/_cartaz.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-L-y6qOPs7q0/TwVn2mY0cEI/AAAAAAAADzg/PNibXxYedEQ/s1600/_cartaz.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Adaptação de livro homônimo de &lt;b&gt;Tatiane de Rosnay&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;A Chave de Sarah&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; se inspira em passagem real da história: a prisão e encaminhamento de milhares de judeus franceses para Auschwitz&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;em 1942.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EBCf5fsv3BQ/TwVjsCRQUAI/AAAAAAAADyY/LEezJxP-StQ/s1600/_menina+quarto.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EBCf5fsv3BQ/TwVjsCRQUAI/AAAAAAAADyY/LEezJxP-StQ/s1600/_menina+quarto.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 19px;"&gt;Apesar das dezenas de filmes (entre eles verdadeiras obras-primas) sobre o assunto, o diretor francês&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;Gilles Paquet-Brenner&lt;/b&gt; consegue trazer uma abordagem com pontos diferentes e bem interessantes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NuQyNdhnmU0/TwVjJLI1qkI/AAAAAAAADyA/7o0aC3rO2Kk/s1600/_cartaz+melhor.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NuQyNdhnmU0/TwVjJLI1qkI/AAAAAAAADyA/7o0aC3rO2Kk/s1600/_cartaz+melhor.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;O filme segue duas linhas narrativas: uma no presente, onde a jornalista Julia Jarmond, vivida pela excelente &lt;b&gt;Kristin Scott Thomas&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(marcante por filmes como &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://diculturices.blogspot.com/2009/07/ha-tanto-tempo-que-te-amo.html"&gt;Há Tanto Tempo que te Amo&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;-&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;já comentado &lt;a href="http://diculturices.blogspot.com/2009/07/ha-tanto-tempo-que-te-amo.html"&gt;aqui&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 19px;"&gt;que pesquisa essa passagem da 2a Guerra.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 19px;"&gt;Tanto por demandas de sua profissão quanto por circunstâncias e coincidências pessoais que também trazem novos pontos de vista e perspectiva à história (ao falar de família, casamento, maternidade etc).&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JfAaRGRY964/TwVjksCZa1I/AAAAAAAADyM/OWbyxoyeJFc/s1600/_familia+campo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JfAaRGRY964/TwVjksCZa1I/AAAAAAAADyM/OWbyxoyeJFc/s1600/_familia+campo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;A outra linha é a que se passa no período de guerra e que tem como protagonista Sarah, uma menina que tem sua vida interrompida ao ser capturada junto com sua mãe e seu pai, m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; line-height: 19px;"&gt;as que consegue proteger seu irmão o trancando no armário na promessa de salva-lo com a chave que leva...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; color: #333333; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3oukGlcalCU/TwVkD72EyVI/AAAAAAAADyk/UNYZmGLINtQ/s1600/_jornalista+foto+filho.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3oukGlcalCU/TwVkD72EyVI/AAAAAAAADyk/UNYZmGLINtQ/s1600/_jornalista+foto+filho.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 19px;"&gt;Por um lado cenas de investigação jornalística, dor e pesar, por outro cenas de campo de concentração, dureza, privação, preconceito, compaixão...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 19px;"&gt;Um pouco do que já foi narrado e visto muitas outras vezes mas com um acréscimo sobre a importância da história na vida das pessoas:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-k_LpknBx5oA/TwVpjI6wXQI/AAAAAAAADzs/FvQGmDLg0-o/s1600/_menina+se%25CC%2581ria.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-k_LpknBx5oA/TwVpjI6wXQI/AAAAAAAADzs/FvQGmDLg0-o/s1600/_menina+se%25CC%2581ria.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 19px;"&gt;O trauma de lembrar e a angústia maior de esquecer, não tomar conhecimento ou nem saber. Aí está o principal conflito desse filme de tantas camadas e aí está seu principal mérito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ORM4WnvP3mY/TwVnXBCGgBI/AAAAAAAADzU/egFW-aa8Wpg/s1600/_pai+adotivo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ORM4WnvP3mY/TwVnXBCGgBI/AAAAAAAADzU/egFW-aa8Wpg/s1600/_pai+adotivo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 19px;"&gt;Bonito, profundo e bem realizado, talvez se perca um pouco no roteiro e na adaptação já que trabalha com muitas idas e vindas, providências, coincidências...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-g8rvgJ9sGzY/TwVkVNuOK7I/AAAAAAAADy8/wHaCWDDQoQY/s1600/_doente.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-g8rvgJ9sGzY/TwVkVNuOK7I/AAAAAAAADy8/wHaCWDDQoQY/s1600/_doente.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;Há momentos de certo rococó e rebuscamento que distanciam um pouco. Fosse o filme mais simples e cru e nos deixaria mais próximos dessas duas mulheres tão fortes que nos cativam e nos emocionam filme afora, ou melhor, filme &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;adentro...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2041176634790356737-2277719717602569383?l=diculturices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diculturices.blogspot.com/feeds/2277719717602569383/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diculturices.blogspot.com/2012/01/chave-de-sarah-elle-sappelait-sarah.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2041176634790356737/posts/default/2277719717602569383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2041176634790356737/posts/default/2277719717602569383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diculturices.blogspot.com/2012/01/chave-de-sarah-elle-sappelait-sarah.html' title='A Chave de Sarah (Elle s&apos;appelait Sarah)'/><author><name>Q</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09849892621282751008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zu12EtxF_iM/SWLSykk0XVI/AAAAAAAAAA8/wivbn0jhw40/S220/Q+nene+marela.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-L-y6qOPs7q0/TwVn2mY0cEI/AAAAAAAADzg/PNibXxYedEQ/s72-c/_cartaz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2041176634790356737.post-26246749777210249</id><published>2012-01-03T14:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-03T14:35:53.052-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tudo Pelo Poder - The Ides of March</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;George Clooney&lt;/b&gt; vem se alternando na direção (e de certa forma, um pouco mais desigual, também na interpretação) entre filmes mais cômicos, românticos, leves e populares e filmes de temas mais densos e espinhosos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GerF53ndFlI/TwOAXvZXNRI/AAAAAAAADvY/Hi4b8MavczE/s1600/_boa+noite+p.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GerF53ndFlI/TwOAXvZXNRI/AAAAAAAADvY/Hi4b8MavczE/s1600/_boa+noite+p.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Começou com &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Confissões de uma Mente Perigosa&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(Confessions of a Dangerous Mind)&lt;/span&gt;, passou ao ótimo &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Boa Noite, Boa Sorte&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(Good Night and Good Luck)&lt;/span&gt;, no qual narrava um episódio da televisão americana e seus anos de censura em uma luta entre o apresentador &lt;b&gt;Edward Murrow&lt;/b&gt; e &lt;b&gt;Joseph McCarthy&lt;/b&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tema político, ao mesmo tempo histórico e contemporâneo, tamanha a influência da mídia e sua repercussão na vida das pessoas desde seu surgimento. Um filme simples, sintético (poucos atores, locações, cenários) e muito elegante (bela fotografia PB, ritmo e elenco precisos).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Em seguida uma comédia para refrescar - &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;O Amor não tem Regras&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(Leatherheads)&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EjdoOlnITJ8/TwOAdIJaPEI/AAAAAAAADvk/SdH6i0xggQ0/s1600/_cartaz+p.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EjdoOlnITJ8/TwOAdIJaPEI/AAAAAAAADvk/SdH6i0xggQ0/s1600/_cartaz+p.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;E novamente o tema político, explicitando ainda mais relações de poder e política.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tudo pelo Poder&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(The Ides of March) &lt;/span&gt;é uma adaptação da peça de &lt;b&gt;Beau Willimon&lt;/b&gt; sobre os bastidores de uma campanha política:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZlyQbhnHfg8/TwOAnU4x1VI/AAAAAAAADvw/e3iBr0RSGlw/s1600/_painel.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZlyQbhnHfg8/TwOAnU4x1VI/AAAAAAAADvw/e3iBr0RSGlw/s1600/_painel.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Um candidato à presidência (&lt;b&gt;Clooney&lt;/b&gt; - explorando seu carisma para a personagem);&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IonsupJyryw/TwOCHkyfWSI/AAAAAAAADxQ/MI2VWiXxY0w/s1600/_ass+p.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IonsupJyryw/TwOCHkyfWSI/AAAAAAAADxQ/MI2VWiXxY0w/s1600/_ass+p.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Seus assessores (o excelente&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;Philip Seymour Hoffman&lt;/b&gt; - como velho amigo e companheiro - o pouco conhecido &lt;b&gt;Ryan Gosling&lt;/b&gt; - como jovem promissor);&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Pk5HCK3RUh4/TwOBgRreYSI/AAAAAAAADw4/6VS844OQ3ws/s1600/_giamati+p.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Pk5HCK3RUh4/TwOBgRreYSI/AAAAAAAADw4/6VS844OQ3ws/s1600/_giamati+p.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E o assessor do concorrente (&lt;b&gt;Paul Giamatti&lt;/b&gt;).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zzhwntjpBKI/TwOBldbWZ9I/AAAAAAAADxE/4n0CRfKC4lo/s1600/_mesa+bar+p.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zzhwntjpBKI/TwOBldbWZ9I/AAAAAAAADxE/4n0CRfKC4lo/s1600/_mesa+bar+p.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;No filme as verdadeiras "táticas de guerrilha" de uma campanha: limites de sonhos, metas, aspirações, ética, escrúpulos... Diálogos inteligentes, de humor ácido, de realismo podre (ou de poder).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SI8mUcu5i2M/TwOCbRy6jMI/AAAAAAAADxc/ZnihMtf8fXA/s1600/_rachel+p.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SI8mUcu5i2M/TwOCbRy6jMI/AAAAAAAADxc/ZnihMtf8fXA/s1600/_rachel+p.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;E em meio às aspirações de poder surgem os desejos da carne (através da jornalista vivida por &lt;b&gt;Marisa Tomei&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;e pela carinha mais conhecida pelas séries americanas, mas com futuro promissor para as telonas:&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;Evan Rachel Wood&lt;/b&gt;), para dar mais nuances e mais suspense a esse thriller político.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8YYUkeO223c/TwOBK5h-z6I/AAAAAAAADws/GifJStWnhrM/s1600/_montagem+p.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8YYUkeO223c/TwOBK5h-z6I/AAAAAAAADws/GifJStWnhrM/s1600/_montagem+p.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;E nesse triangular de sexo, poder e disputas vem reflexões mais profundas e inquietantes que fazem o filme se destacar além dos bons diálogos e do bom registro dos bastidores políticos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Filme com temática mais intelectual, mas em roupagem mais comercial... Nos EUA parece que não atraiu muito público, mas parece que renderá bons prêmios. Aqui, dentre várias opções, vale a pena se ver!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://0.gvt0.com/vi/dO72Umh3Iqw/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dO72Umh3Iqw&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dO72Umh3Iqw&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2041176634790356737-26246749777210249?l=diculturices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diculturices.blogspot.com/feeds/26246749777210249/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diculturices.blogspot.com/2012/01/tudo-pelo-poder-ides-of-march.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2041176634790356737/posts/default/26246749777210249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2041176634790356737/posts/default/26246749777210249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diculturices.blogspot.com/2012/01/tudo-pelo-poder-ides-of-march.html' title='Tudo Pelo Poder - The Ides of March'/><author><name>Q</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09849892621282751008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zu12EtxF_iM/SWLSykk0XVI/AAAAAAAAAA8/wivbn0jhw40/S220/Q+nene+marela.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GerF53ndFlI/TwOAXvZXNRI/AAAAAAAADvY/Hi4b8MavczE/s72-c/_boa+noite+p.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2041176634790356737.post-5468240284133511502</id><published>2011-12-28T07:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-28T07:32:10.082-08:00</updated><title type='text'>As Canções de Coutinho</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2kqdP6NLyxQ/Tvs0B7f0YnI/AAAAAAAADtY/lw8M08z_shU/s1600/_cabra.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2kqdP6NLyxQ/Tvs0B7f0YnI/AAAAAAAADtY/lw8M08z_shU/s1600/_cabra.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Autor de um dos documentários mais importantes do cinema brasileiro - &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Cabra Marcado para Morrer&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;Coutinho&lt;/b&gt; toca pela simplicidade, pela crueza e intensidade dos depoimentos selecionados.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YP2TDvUxE4Y/Tvs1Ys_E-II/AAAAAAAADvE/Ws1Gez__HVM/s1600/_boca+c.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YP2TDvUxE4Y/Tvs1Ys_E-II/AAAAAAAADvE/Ws1Gez__HVM/s1600/_boca+c.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Com temas e cenários ora mais contundentes, como o maravilhoso &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Boca de Lixo&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;ora mais transcendentais, como &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Santo Forte&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;ora mais singelos como &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;O Fim e o Princípio&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Tb0eajk7BbA/Tvs0WJf-xLI/AAAAAAAADtw/LEeWWypA8yg/s1600/_jogo+cena+cartaz.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Tb0eajk7BbA/Tvs0WJf-xLI/AAAAAAAADtw/LEeWWypA8yg/s1600/_jogo+cena+cartaz.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;E também com exemplares de uma genialidade e sensibilidade incríveis como em &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Jogo de Cena&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, um dos melhores filmes brasileiros dos últimos tempos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Em &lt;i&gt;Jogo de Cena&lt;/i&gt; Coutinho embaralha depoimentos reais de mulheres sobre a maternidade e o amor, entre outros assuntos e interpretações desses depoimentos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sFEvNivB-Qo/Tvs0cnq88OI/AAAAAAAADt8/1mVQGW7N8NQ/s1600/_jogo+cena.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sFEvNivB-Qo/Tvs0cnq88OI/AAAAAAAADt8/1mVQGW7N8NQ/s1600/_jogo+cena.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;O jogo de cena feito mexe com o espectador que vê o pacto que faz com o filme (de credibilidade pela "verdade", de entrega a emoções reais etc) ser quebrado e refeito a todo momento. As reflexões propiciadas por essa montagem são interessantíssimas, emocionantes e profundas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-g6TN2XwRBCI/Tvs0mH96pmI/AAAAAAAADuI/sSjQCzZo04E/s1600/_fundo+preto.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-g6TN2XwRBCI/Tvs0mH96pmI/AAAAAAAADuI/sSjQCzZo04E/s1600/_fundo+preto.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Difícil pensar o que poderia vir depois desse filme e então Coutinho parte de uma premissa mais "simples", na mesma linguagem minimalista de pessoas falando sem cenário, mas com a mesma seleção emocionante de palavras do coração...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RqTwxXl4mgw/Tvs0qnyo0AI/AAAAAAAADuU/TyMHebLIt9M/s1600/_cancoes+mulher+olhar+pra+cima.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RqTwxXl4mgw/Tvs0qnyo0AI/AAAAAAAADuU/TyMHebLIt9M/s1600/_cancoes+mulher+olhar+pra+cima.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Palavras do coração não no sentido piegas, embora também. A partir de músicas que marcaram a vida de pessoas, elas contam situações de amor pelas quais passaram e daí cantam à capela as palavras e melodias que lhes rondam pelo amor, pela dor, pelo ciúmes, pela frustração, pelo pesar, pela alegria...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YeCa26dJfqw/Tvs0zPXrWhI/AAAAAAAADug/8ZJmkUZHVGI/s1600/_sofrida.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YeCa26dJfqw/Tvs0zPXrWhI/AAAAAAAADug/8ZJmkUZHVGI/s1600/_sofrida.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De uma intimidade quase constrangedora, tamanha a proximidade e invasão em universos tão particulares.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-R_MsCsyXmRY/Tvs1B-Q1ryI/AAAAAAAADu4/Nm0umn3YLiw/s1600/_cancoes+psic.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-R_MsCsyXmRY/Tvs1B-Q1ryI/AAAAAAAADu4/Nm0umn3YLiw/s1600/_cancoes+psic.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;(Parece quase uma sessão de terapia filmada, que parece beirar a ética da exposição alheia, não houvesse uma pesquisa, uma seleção, um cuidado que legitimam o desejo dos entrevistados de desabafarem para quem quiser ver - e ouvir!).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kq_lkQAnJLk/Tvs08dyCtwI/AAAAAAAADus/YnPZK29088A/s1600/_diversos.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kq_lkQAnJLk/Tvs08dyCtwI/AAAAAAAADus/YnPZK29088A/s1600/_diversos.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mas o que torna o filme tão bom é esses universos tão particulares e íntimos serem também tão universais. Passamos pelos 90 minutos compartilhando histórias bonitas e doídas e rememorando nossas próprias, cantando junto e somando outras ao repertório...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;As Canções&lt;/i&gt;, filme para ver e ouvir e despertar as lembranças...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://1.gvt0.com/vi/XxckBHKLluU/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XxckBHKLluU&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XxckBHKLluU&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2041176634790356737-5468240284133511502?l=diculturices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diculturices.blogspot.com/feeds/5468240284133511502/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diculturices.blogspot.com/2011/12/as-cancoes-de-coutinho.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2041176634790356737/posts/default/5468240284133511502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2041176634790356737/posts/default/5468240284133511502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diculturices.blogspot.com/2011/12/as-cancoes-de-coutinho.html' title='As Canções de Coutinho'/><author><name>Q</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09849892621282751008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zu12EtxF_iM/SWLSykk0XVI/AAAAAAAAAA8/wivbn0jhw40/S220/Q+nene+marela.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2kqdP6NLyxQ/Tvs0B7f0YnI/AAAAAAAADtY/lw8M08z_shU/s72-c/_cabra.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2041176634790356737.post-6211454176741167043</id><published>2011-12-18T11:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-18T11:24:35.659-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Restless e a inquietude de Gus Van Sant</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ms8o96pMsPs/Tu43yjmP9cI/AAAAAAAADsU/J0qSiTEpKP0/s1600/_elefante+cartaz.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ms8o96pMsPs/Tu43yjmP9cI/AAAAAAAADsU/J0qSiTEpKP0/s1600/_elefante+cartaz.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Gus Van Sant&lt;/b&gt; é um diretor extremamente talentoso e que pode variar em narrativas mais clássicas como &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Gênio Indomável&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; e &lt;a href="http://diculturices.blogspot.com/2009/03/milk.html"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Milk&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(já comentado &lt;a href="http://diculturices.blogspot.com/2009/03/milk.html"&gt;aqui&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/span&gt; e outras mais autorais e líricas como&amp;nbsp;&lt;i style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Paranoid Park &lt;/i&gt;e&amp;nbsp;&lt;i style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Elefante&lt;/i&gt;, vencedor de Cannes em 2003.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gvTShJE4M_A/Tu45nbpUy_I/AAAAAAAADsc/520dcEZetN4/s1600/_cartaz.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gvTShJE4M_A/Tu45nbpUy_I/AAAAAAAADsc/520dcEZetN4/s1600/_cartaz.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Uma de suas constantes, independente da forma, é a juventude e, mais que isso: jovens deslocados, melancólicos, solitários, gauches...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;E é assim em seu novo filme, &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Restless&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, no Brasil: &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Inquietos&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Enoch (&lt;b&gt;Henry Hopper&lt;/b&gt;) é um frequentador de enterros morbidamente interessado - ou intrigado - com a morte. Nesse ambiente conhece Annabel (&lt;b&gt;Mia Wasikowska&lt;/b&gt;), uma simpática e misteriosa garota que em seguida descobrirá ser uma paciente com câncer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Hr0HvCEihVk/Tu451DJJieI/AAAAAAAADsk/wX5iEE3cAHE/s1600/_chao+giz.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Hr0HvCEihVk/Tu451DJJieI/AAAAAAAADsk/wX5iEE3cAHE/s1600/_chao+giz.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Os dois se identificam por suas excentricidades, seu gosto pela fantasia e abertura à imaginação. Se propõe jogos, charadas, faz-de-contas e não expõe nenhum preconceito por qualquer dúvida ou diferença que apresentem (muito diferente de uma média onde jovens posam de "sabe-tudo" e tentam seguir padrões).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Essa "fantasia" é o que torna o filme tão bonito e faz com que questões profundamente complexas como o amor e a morte se vejam tão poéticas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kLrA0-5Ju4g/Tu461-ccQxI/AAAAAAAADs0/cl-pg1BIv60/s1600/_bus.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kLrA0-5Ju4g/Tu461-ccQxI/AAAAAAAADs0/cl-pg1BIv60/s1600/_bus.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas é também nesse tom surreal que o filme se amorna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Não há em &lt;i&gt;Inquietos&lt;/i&gt; um pacto de fantasia como nos filmes de &lt;b&gt;Jean-Pierre Jeneut&lt;/b&gt;, por exemplo em seu mais conhecido &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Amélie Pouilan&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, ou nos recentes &lt;a href="http://diculturices.blogspot.com/2011/11/submarino.html"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Submarino&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;de &lt;b&gt;Richard Ayoa&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;e&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://diculturices.blogspot.com/2011/10/historia-de-amor-e-inspiracao-artistica.html"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Frango com Ameixas&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; de &lt;b&gt;Marjane Satrapi&lt;/b&gt; (&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;já comentados&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://diculturices.blogspot.com/2011/10/historia-de-amor-e-inspiracao-artistica.html"&gt;aqui&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;e &lt;a href="http://diculturices.blogspot.com/2011/11/submarino.html"&gt;ali&lt;/a&gt;, mas ainda inéditos no circuito comercial&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Krto94CpI9Y/Tu48sAhdSoI/AAAAAAAADtM/xnp6xhyaQDU/s1600/_sonhadores.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Krto94CpI9Y/Tu48sAhdSoI/AAAAAAAADtM/xnp6xhyaQDU/s1600/_sonhadores.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E assim suas personagens ficam um pouco perdidas em um tempo e espaço que poderiam ser mais interessantes se num universo completamente verossímil, que daria uma dimensão mais exótica e densa - como acontece em &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Os Sonhadores&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; do mestre &lt;b&gt;Bertolucci&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4ClEOmwBrH0/Tu47Wdy-SSI/AAAAAAAADs8/4pbBkLzj3ZY/s1600/_japa+fantasma.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4ClEOmwBrH0/Tu47Wdy-SSI/AAAAAAAADs8/4pbBkLzj3ZY/s1600/_japa+fantasma.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Alguns aspectos do filme que contribuem para isso são o excesso da trilha musical e a presença de fantasmas, que deixam a dúvida se o filme está sendo narrado em terceira pessoa ou não.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se há uma mistura de subjetividade com paranóias e traumas envolvidos, já que o filme evoca esses desdobramentos de experiências de morte.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-coDBnX9LKNo/Tu46cVqzWSI/AAAAAAAADss/sgWK-LME8Vk/s1600/_gus.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-coDBnX9LKNo/Tu46cVqzWSI/AAAAAAAADss/sgWK-LME8Vk/s1600/_gus.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Algumas lapidadas e o filme seria mais intimista, mais profundo, mais poético. Ficaria mais aberto às interpretações do espectador, que sem dúvida se envolveria pois o filme é muito bem construído (elenco, interpretações, fotografia, arte...).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ulWwCFEpWcE/Tu47z34TJYI/AAAAAAAADtE/G3_x3rsIv8c/s1600/_outono.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ulWwCFEpWcE/Tu47z34TJYI/AAAAAAAADtE/G3_x3rsIv8c/s1600/_outono.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Bonita obra, mas que poderia tocar mais.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2041176634790356737-6211454176741167043?l=diculturices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diculturices.blogspot.com/feeds/6211454176741167043/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diculturices.blogspot.com/2011/12/restless-e-inquietude-de-gus-van-sant.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2041176634790356737/posts/default/6211454176741167043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2041176634790356737/posts/default/6211454176741167043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diculturices.blogspot.com/2011/12/restless-e-inquietude-de-gus-van-sant.html' title='Restless e a inquietude de Gus Van Sant'/><author><name>Q</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09849892621282751008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zu12EtxF_iM/SWLSykk0XVI/AAAAAAAAAA8/wivbn0jhw40/S220/Q+nene+marela.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ms8o96pMsPs/Tu43yjmP9cI/AAAAAAAADsU/J0qSiTEpKP0/s72-c/_elefante+cartaz.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2041176634790356737.post-5683671074707285301</id><published>2011-12-15T19:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-15T19:16:32.998-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rebobine, por favor</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LqyNDHM5CNo/Tuq1v9Mdz0I/AAAAAAAADrE/U_YNDt9Dapc/s1600/_clipe+chemical.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LqyNDHM5CNo/Tuq1v9Mdz0I/AAAAAAAADrE/U_YNDt9Dapc/s1600/_clipe+chemical.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Gênio do mundo do videoclipe, com grandes obras criativas e estéticas&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YlKiMf416PI/Tuq16f9a2mI/AAAAAAAADrM/uLkeBluMSqI/s1600/_bjork.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YlKiMf416PI/Tuq16f9a2mI/AAAAAAAADrM/uLkeBluMSqI/s1600/_bjork.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;(de artistas como &lt;b&gt;Björk&lt;/b&gt; e &lt;b&gt;Chemical Brothers&lt;/b&gt;), de vez em quando &lt;b&gt;Michel Gondry&lt;/b&gt; também se aventura pela sétima arte.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kBqyna3HSHg/Tuq2AtkCiaI/AAAAAAAADrU/dnP5u7TjZUs/s1600/_brilho.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kBqyna3HSHg/Tuq2AtkCiaI/AAAAAAAADrU/dnP5u7TjZUs/s1600/_brilho.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Por exemplo com o hit (até excessivamente cultuado)&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://diculturices.blogspot.com/2010/07/eternal-sunshine-of-spotless-mind.html" style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Brilho Eterno de uma Mente sem Lembranças&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(comentado aqui)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;, no qual explorou além de seu talento visual, sentimentos e pensamentos profundos e abstratos em uma narrativa bem estruturada e envolvente.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZSOcjXkc-78/Tuq2KSPIWFI/AAAAAAAADrc/FbBbu9bysrE/s1600/_cartaz+p.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZSOcjXkc-78/Tuq2KSPIWFI/AAAAAAAADrc/FbBbu9bysrE/s1600/_cartaz+p.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esse histórico foi o que me levou a ver - mesmo que tardiamente - &lt;i style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rebobine, por favor&lt;/i&gt;, ou no original: &lt;i style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Be Kind, Rewind&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WEC-T08GiIs/Tuq2bD9IX_I/AAAAAAAADrk/DLViQK78q00/s1600/_rebobine+cena.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WEC-T08GiIs/Tuq2bD9IX_I/AAAAAAAADrk/DLViQK78q00/s1600/_rebobine+cena.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A sinopse tem algum atrativo criativo já que após as fitas de uma locadora serem desgravadas (por uma "desmagnetização" acidental), há um grupo recriando clássicos do cinema-pipoca americano,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TvSekX_V2FE/Tuq2-w7Vj1I/AAAAAAAADsM/_ztFaMj4z_g/s1600/_alta+fide.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TvSekX_V2FE/Tuq2-w7Vj1I/AAAAAAAADsM/_ztFaMj4z_g/s1600/_alta+fide.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;E tem como protagonista &lt;b&gt;Jack Black&lt;/b&gt;, que costuma desempenhar muito bem seus papéis nerds-humorísticos (como em &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Alta Fidelidade&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; e &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Escola de Rock&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ECL6si_3t1U/Tuq2gK8zB6I/AAAAAAAADrs/Cld-RDNS-3E/s1600/_cenas.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ECL6si_3t1U/Tuq2gK8zB6I/AAAAAAAADrs/Cld-RDNS-3E/s1600/_cenas.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Entretanto o filme é bastante pobre, não só as recriações extremamente toscas, que parecem literalmente brincadeiras juvenis, mas também o "filme por trás do filme".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As histórias desses "pretensos cineastas" são simplórias, seus conflitos pouco envolventes, suas personalidades pouco carismáticas e as premissas pouco críveis e um tanto gratuitas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-s696aSdZXh4/Tuq2ohJAglI/AAAAAAAADr8/D1eqDKn6FGY/s1600/_conduzindo+pp.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-s696aSdZXh4/Tuq2ohJAglI/AAAAAAAADr8/D1eqDKn6FGY/s1600/_conduzindo+pp.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0UTdm7aS3hQ/Tuq2ldhE-SI/AAAAAAAADr0/egddJIGD7a0/s1600/_conduzindo+original.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0UTdm7aS3hQ/Tuq2ldhE-SI/AAAAAAAADr0/egddJIGD7a0/s1600/_conduzindo+original.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;O que poderiam ser duas horas de entretenimento-pipoca, acabam mais como um chá-morno-enfadonho.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0TVJKiDb3B0/Tuq2tWlU0SI/AAAAAAAADsE/Cf6Mup5CDJ8/s1600/_gondry.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0TVJKiDb3B0/Tuq2tWlU0SI/AAAAAAAADsE/Cf6Mup5CDJ8/s1600/_gondry.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Faltaram justamente as principais qualidades de &lt;b&gt;Gondry&lt;/b&gt;: criatividade (pois o nonsense parece mais uma piração amadora) e estética.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2041176634790356737-5683671074707285301?l=diculturices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diculturices.blogspot.com/feeds/5683671074707285301/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diculturices.blogspot.com/2011/12/rebobine-por-favor.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2041176634790356737/posts/default/5683671074707285301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2041176634790356737/posts/default/5683671074707285301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diculturices.blogspot.com/2011/12/rebobine-por-favor.html' title='Rebobine, por favor'/><author><name>Q</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09849892621282751008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zu12EtxF_iM/SWLSykk0XVI/AAAAAAAAAA8/wivbn0jhw40/S220/Q+nene+marela.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LqyNDHM5CNo/Tuq1v9Mdz0I/AAAAAAAADrE/U_YNDt9Dapc/s72-c/_clipe+chemical.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2041176634790356737.post-6773449671949750531</id><published>2011-12-11T13:26:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T07:23:02.055-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Pele que Habito</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F-BscegDKug/TuYXDKW59hI/AAAAAAAADqs/QWtvUybkUv0/s1600/_almodovar+gruta.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F-BscegDKug/TuYXDKW59hI/AAAAAAAADqs/QWtvUybkUv0/s1600/_almodovar+gruta.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Almodóvar&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;é um cineasta de tintas fortes, personagens exageradas, tramas intensas. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LRCd4Le5HPs/TuYRgzbvgUI/AAAAAAAADo8/4mA4lX9kgYg/s1600/_cartaz+pepi.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LRCd4Le5HPs/TuYRgzbvgUI/AAAAAAAADo8/4mA4lX9kgYg/s1600/_cartaz+pepi.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É capaz de obras interessantes e muito divertidas como um de seus primeiros filmes &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Pepi, Luci e Bom&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;ou o clássico &lt;b style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mulheres à Beira de um Ataque de Nervos&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;- nelas há tons cômicos e farsescos e muitos histrionismos bem orquestrados.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas é capaz também de filmes dramáticos nos quais há uma ímpar humanidade em suas personagens, propiciando aproximação e identificação do espectador (ainda que haja certa dose de caricatura...).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7lWUIqEGxKs/TuYR3HWBaLI/AAAAAAAADpM/0M01Zlu8lgM/s1600/_cartaz+carne.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7lWUIqEGxKs/TuYR3HWBaLI/AAAAAAAADpM/0M01Zlu8lgM/s1600/_cartaz+carne.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foi assim na sequência &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Carne Trêmula&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tudo Sobre Minha Mãe&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; e &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Fale com Ela&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Histórias nada convencionais mas nas quais havia sentimentos muito bonitos: uma delicadeza em crimes, bizarrices e rompantes emocionais. Primor raro!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cMCD67YrItQ/TuYXaCe3H_I/AAAAAAAADq0/kAm_JOGgp2U/s1600/_cirurgia.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cMCD67YrItQ/TuYXaCe3H_I/AAAAAAAADq0/kAm_JOGgp2U/s1600/_cirurgia.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Agora em seu novo filme:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;La Piel que Habito&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, Almodóvar se inspira no livro de &lt;b&gt;Thierry Jonquet&lt;/b&gt; para criar uma dramática e pungente ficção científica.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Faz lembrar o clássico de &lt;b&gt;Cronenberg&lt;/b&gt;: &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Dead Ringers&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; -&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;a href="http://diculturices.blogspot.com/2010/05/dead-ringers-david-cronenberg.html"&gt;Gêmeos, Mórbida Semelhança&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;(já comentado &lt;a href="http://diculturices.blogspot.com/2010/05/dead-ringers-david-cronenberg.html"&gt;aqui&lt;/a&gt;), pela trama instigante, o drama profundo e pelas personagens excêntricas (médicos desafiando a ciência de acordo com seus desejos e instintos).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ojgInMepjX4/TuYXrWd4LgI/AAAAAAAADq8/XKb_oGObtGE/s1600/_atrizes.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ojgInMepjX4/TuYXrWd4LgI/AAAAAAAADq8/XKb_oGObtGE/s1600/_atrizes.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas sem dúvida remete também ao próprio Almodóvar, pela sua explosão de cores na foto e na direção de arte.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Entretanto o filme peca pelo excesso: excesso de histórias, excesso de reviravoltas, excesso de drama... Em alguns momentos chega até a parecer uma novela televisiva...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Por exemplo por seu excesso de personagens e tramas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1ke93lOwyBc/TuYTG6uXnHI/AAAAAAAADpk/M3lQfdI-WY4/s1600/_banderas.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="112" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1ke93lOwyBc/TuYTG6uXnHI/AAAAAAAADpk/M3lQfdI-WY4/s200/_banderas.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Começando pelo protagonista cheio de traumas, complexos e perversões e interpretado de maneira lacônica por &lt;b&gt;Antônio Bandeiras&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;- a frieza, que poderia ser um ponto positivo, não tem a dimensão da profundidade necessária e acaba não convencendo.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A alusão que há de outras histórias paralelas também incomodam, por exemplo de seu irmão (personagem falsamente brasileiro - o que para nós chama mais ainda a atenção e incomoda pelo sotaque e por uma menção ligeira ao tráfico nas favelas).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ajfrJUnyUto/TuYS3TlPYPI/AAAAAAAADpc/hLjGKcAXrfI/s1600/_arte.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="133" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ajfrJUnyUto/TuYS3TlPYPI/AAAAAAAADpc/hLjGKcAXrfI/s200/_arte.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ele surge sem muita apresentação, vestido com uma fantasia de tigre, traindo a todos e não demonstrando nenhum sentimento e desaparece sem que tenha provocado nossa curiosidade para nada, nem deixado nenhuma marca.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Para a apresentação dessas personagens secundárias ainda são explorados recursos pobres como flashbacks e narrações, que não condizem com os temas profundos que estão sendo tratados...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tV6GM_b28SM/TuYWsAJrhlI/AAAAAAAADqU/bQUUsff4yow/s1600/_dois+.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tV6GM_b28SM/TuYWsAJrhlI/AAAAAAAADqU/bQUUsff4yow/s1600/_dois+.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Sexualidade, transexualidade, incesto, desejo, amor, morte...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;O potencial que o filme tem com suas questões psicanalíticas, acabam se perdendo em um rococó narrativo...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1SsJbS2cDbU/TuYWwNYsp8I/AAAAAAAADqc/RjR1mgGsfFk/s1600/_foto+c.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1SsJbS2cDbU/TuYWwNYsp8I/AAAAAAAADqc/RjR1mgGsfFk/s1600/_foto+c.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;As questões tão interessantes que poderiam permanecer com força e vivacidade acabam se misturando, se perdendo e se diluindo pelo cansaço que o filme gera...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Valem as reflexões, mas a experiência cinematográfica deixa a desejar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://1.gvt0.com/vi/pWGQ22DXTHE/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pWGQ22DXTHE&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pWGQ22DXTHE&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2041176634790356737-6773449671949750531?l=diculturices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diculturices.blogspot.com/feeds/6773449671949750531/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diculturices.blogspot.com/2011/12/pele-que-habito.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2041176634790356737/posts/default/6773449671949750531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2041176634790356737/posts/default/6773449671949750531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diculturices.blogspot.com/2011/12/pele-que-habito.html' title='A Pele que Habito'/><author><name>Q</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09849892621282751008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zu12EtxF_iM/SWLSykk0XVI/AAAAAAAAAA8/wivbn0jhw40/S220/Q+nene+marela.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F-BscegDKug/TuYXDKW59hI/AAAAAAAADqs/QWtvUybkUv0/s72-c/_almodovar+gruta.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2041176634790356737.post-1343773568908383869</id><published>2011-12-09T09:20:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-09T10:05:28.820-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Isto não é um filme</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RD_RRNNMRx8/TuJJrHli7jI/AAAAAAAADns/c3PoMRe6e-c/s1600/_cartaz.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RD_RRNNMRx8/TuJJrHli7jI/AAAAAAAADns/c3PoMRe6e-c/s1600/_cartaz.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Assistir a &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Isto não é um filme&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; não é apenas uma contemplação de arte e entretenimento, é também uma observação histórica e um ato político.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gynM-zDuc58/TuJNm5C7QDI/AAAAAAAADos/A4S-Cbna_qg/s1600/_balao+branco.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gynM-zDuc58/TuJNm5C7QDI/AAAAAAAADos/A4S-Cbna_qg/s1600/_balao+branco.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jafar Panahi&lt;/b&gt;, cineasta iraniano autor de grandes obras como o singelo e gracioso &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;O Balão Branco&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, premiado em &lt;b&gt;Cannes&lt;/b&gt; em 95;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_XoTtpN1ioo/TuJNt96ODuI/AAAAAAAADo0/lQGeoC0jSxM/s1600/_circulo+cort.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_XoTtpN1ioo/TuJNt96ODuI/AAAAAAAADo0/lQGeoC0jSxM/s1600/_circulo+cort.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;O Espelho&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, premiado em &lt;b&gt;Locarno&lt;/b&gt; em 97 ou o&amp;nbsp;forte e emocionante&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;O Círculo&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, vencedor de &lt;b&gt;Veneza&lt;/b&gt; em 2000.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FNI_iNzYJ0Y/TuJMKntcpjI/AAAAAAAADok/DAUSiIHLUPY/s1600/_desolado+p.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FNI_iNzYJ0Y/TuJMKntcpjI/AAAAAAAADok/DAUSiIHLUPY/s1600/_desolado+p.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora Panahi tem um novo projeto no qual gostaria de falar sobre uma jovem que quer estudar artes, mas que é proibida por seus pais sendo inclusive encarcerada dentro de casa por isso...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wf76cpYpPX8/TuJLpDxBQJI/AAAAAAAADoE/R9A2qkJSjdk/s1600/_janela.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wf76cpYpPX8/TuJLpDxBQJI/AAAAAAAADoE/R9A2qkJSjdk/s1600/_janela.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Panahi nos conta isso dentro de sua casa, onde vive há meses em prisão domiciliar e com uma sentença que lhe proíbe filmar por vinte anos.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;É o que vemos em &lt;i&gt;Isto não é um filme&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Esse documentário não é a história que Panahi queria nos contar, mas é sim um filme emocionante e contundente já que nos conta mais sobre a situação do Irã desde o golpe de Ahmadinejad -&amp;nbsp;também tema do recente documentário&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://diculturices.blogspot.com/2011/11/dias-verdes.html"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Dias Verdes&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; de &lt;b&gt;Hana Makhmalbaf&lt;/b&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Descobrimos mais sobre o estado de repressão em que vive o país, levando dezenas de cineastas a prisões e centenas de filmes a censura (isso só pra nos atentar ao universo do cinema).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NYybZj0OplU/TuJL7bKzfBI/AAAAAAAADoU/2cfXd-mohiA/s1600/_fotos+atras.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NYybZj0OplU/TuJL7bKzfBI/AAAAAAAADoU/2cfXd-mohiA/s1600/_fotos+atras.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A dimensão do que é "&lt;i&gt;não fazer um filme&lt;/i&gt;", para um cineasta atuante e comprometido como Panahi é captada então por algumas horas que passamos ao seu lado: sua angústia, seu tédio, sua falta de perspectiva é o que vemos neste documentário.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1COiR4F7OiQ/TuJLzMWTksI/AAAAAAAADoM/oKvyxJ236PI/s1600/_representando+filme.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1COiR4F7OiQ/TuJLzMWTksI/AAAAAAAADoM/oKvyxJ236PI/s1600/_representando+filme.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Além de cenas graciosas como ele descrevendo o projeto de seu novo filme, ele interagindo com seu colega e co-diretor do filme: &lt;b&gt;Motjaba Mirtahmasb&lt;/b&gt; ou com o irmão do zelador, que também sonha em ser artista, mas que não vê futuro na área...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fwBoCznEC1k/TuJMCzIq3SI/AAAAAAAADoc/SOuRisgproU/s1600/_janela+paisagem.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fwBoCznEC1k/TuJMCzIq3SI/AAAAAAAADoc/SOuRisgproU/s1600/_janela+paisagem.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ou sua observação do mundo através da TV, de ligações telefônicas e do pouco que lhe chega por frestas de portas e janelas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Isto não é um filme&lt;/i&gt; tem um final aberto, que esperamos que possa ser contado em capítulos seguintes numa edição em breve e com final mais feliz...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2041176634790356737-1343773568908383869?l=diculturices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diculturices.blogspot.com/feeds/1343773568908383869/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diculturices.blogspot.com/2011/12/isto-nao-e-um-filme.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2041176634790356737/posts/default/1343773568908383869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2041176634790356737/posts/default/1343773568908383869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diculturices.blogspot.com/2011/12/isto-nao-e-um-filme.html' title='Isto não é um filme'/><author><name>Q</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09849892621282751008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zu12EtxF_iM/SWLSykk0XVI/AAAAAAAAAA8/wivbn0jhw40/S220/Q+nene+marela.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RD_RRNNMRx8/TuJJrHli7jI/AAAAAAAADns/c3PoMRe6e-c/s72-c/_cartaz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2041176634790356737.post-4325169535905995309</id><published>2011-12-06T11:31:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T12:35:18.824-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Late Bloomers</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qfzO2g4pLUU/Tt57tl5KomI/AAAAAAAADnk/y6UX2bBM2a4/s1600/_cartaz+fidel.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qfzO2g4pLUU/Tt57tl5KomI/AAAAAAAADnk/y6UX2bBM2a4/s1600/_cartaz+fidel.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Julie Gavras&lt;/b&gt;, filha do mestre &lt;b&gt;Costa-Gavras&lt;/b&gt;, fez sua estréia na direção com o simpático &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;A Culpa é do Fidel&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, no qual se via as mudanças políticas e ideológicas na década de 70 através do ponto de vista de uma menina de 9 anos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;O desejo da menina por conforto, tranquilidade e estabilidade se embatiam com o envolvimento dos pais em movimentos sociais em prol do socialismo/comunismo, se envolvendo em reuniões, clandestinidade, desapego material...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iuyg3Uwuveo/Tt52hHPwj7I/AAAAAAAADmE/F2mDdCF09Q4/s1600/_fidel+familia.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="161" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iuyg3Uwuveo/Tt52hHPwj7I/AAAAAAAADmE/F2mDdCF09Q4/s200/_fidel+familia.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com esse bom argumento, um ótimo elenco (inclusive infantil), diálogos divertidos e cenas deliciosas, &lt;i&gt;A Culpa é do Fidel &lt;/i&gt;teve um ótimo resultado, mesmo que com algum desequilíbrio narrativo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1luFbHyVvq8/Tt55oeqMv_I/AAAAAAAADm0/M-TBa1LXkWE/s1600/_cartaz.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1luFbHyVvq8/Tt55oeqMv_I/AAAAAAAADm0/M-TBa1LXkWE/s200/_cartaz.jpg" width="134" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seu novo passo cinematográfico veio com &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Late Bloomers - O Amor não tem fim&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Novamente uma ótima premissa: o envelhecimento de um casal (vivido por Isabella Rossellini e William Hurt), as restrições físicas, a emancipação dos filhos, as mudanças de trabalho e de mercado, o desgaste (ou não) do amor...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RR1Covvt1yI/Tt56m-kLtcI/AAAAAAAADnM/Ulwp-xJpWNQ/s1600/_oculos+espelho.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RR1Covvt1yI/Tt56m-kLtcI/AAAAAAAADnM/Ulwp-xJpWNQ/s1600/_oculos+espelho.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Muitas questões profundas e complexas, um ótimo elenco, boas cenas, diálogos divertidos, entretanto um excesso: excesso de personagens, excesso de questões, excesso de sentimentos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3-r_15HRIpM/Tt562_Y33cI/AAAAAAAADnU/n-_bEqoBmXI/s1600/_filhos+corte.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3-r_15HRIpM/Tt562_Y33cI/AAAAAAAADnU/n-_bEqoBmXI/s1600/_filhos+corte.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Fica difícil se identificar com as crises e sentimentos das personagens (já que são tantas e muitas vezes não sabemos de onde vem e para onde vão - no mau sentido, pois não entender muitas vezes é ótimo!).&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6bYc-EEXe44/Tt55QW72YPI/AAAAAAAADms/MUP92FCl1w4/s1600/_mae.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6bYc-EEXe44/Tt55QW72YPI/AAAAAAAADms/MUP92FCl1w4/s1600/_mae.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fica difícil se posicionar com o filme, e as piadas meio soltas e cada hora apontando uma direção vão ficando cansativas...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Acabo achando o filme um desperdício de boas idéias, pois talvez se focasse mais, poderia ser mais contundente...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t0206ND2I0o/Tt55JJmGuDI/AAAAAAAADmk/S7n4hSh9Tfc/s1600/_fatal.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t0206ND2I0o/Tt55JJmGuDI/AAAAAAAADmk/S7n4hSh9Tfc/s200/_fatal.jpg" width="140" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(Ainda que &lt;a href="http://diculturices.blogspot.com/2009/02/ninho-vazio-x-fertilidade-do-cinema.html"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ninho Vazio&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; de &lt;b&gt;Daniel Burman&lt;/b&gt; também deixe a desejar, acho mais coeso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ou mesmo &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Fatal&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, que fala mais de uma história de amor e seus desdobramentos de ciúmes, comprometimento e afins, mas que aborda com profundidade questões da meia idade...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SONYKerEHWY/Tt57HcA35II/AAAAAAAADnc/MgDtHLgvyLs/s1600/_sexo+melhor.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SONYKerEHWY/Tt57HcA35II/AAAAAAAADnc/MgDtHLgvyLs/s1600/_sexo+melhor.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Fato é que com tantos elementos bons (premissa, argumento,&amp;nbsp;qualidade técnica, atores...) queria gostar mais de &lt;i&gt;Late Bloomers&lt;/i&gt;, mas o roteiro deixa tudo isso disperso e o filme acaba sendo mediano.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2041176634790356737-4325169535905995309?l=diculturices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diculturices.blogspot.com/feeds/4325169535905995309/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diculturices.blogspot.com/2011/12/late-bloomers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2041176634790356737/posts/default/4325169535905995309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2041176634790356737/posts/default/4325169535905995309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diculturices.blogspot.com/2011/12/late-bloomers.html' title='Late Bloomers'/><author><name>Q</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09849892621282751008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zu12EtxF_iM/SWLSykk0XVI/AAAAAAAAAA8/wivbn0jhw40/S220/Q+nene+marela.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qfzO2g4pLUU/Tt57tl5KomI/AAAAAAAADnk/y6UX2bBM2a4/s72-c/_cartaz+fidel.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2041176634790356737.post-1088552674029049575</id><published>2011-11-26T10:34:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-26T11:24:42.036-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feliz Natal</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2ialVUDCNcI/TtE77m9XQRI/AAAAAAAADl0/GrxtIaZzPD8/s1600/_cartaz+p.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2ialVUDCNcI/TtE77m9XQRI/AAAAAAAADl0/GrxtIaZzPD8/s1600/_cartaz+p.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Após ver o simpático e competente &lt;a href="http://diculturices.blogspot.com/2011/11/palhacos.html" style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;O Palhaço&lt;/a&gt;, resolvi assistir a &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Feliz Natal&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, primeiro longa de &lt;b&gt;Selton Mello&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2Oha399A8XE/TtE6Oe4ZiCI/AAAAAAAADlc/t5Ui3t_u2Gs/s1600/_selton.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2Oha399A8XE/TtE6Oe4ZiCI/AAAAAAAADlc/t5Ui3t_u2Gs/s1600/_selton.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ali também há uma premissa instigante, um grande cuidado estético, interessante decupagem, mas em um estilo que muitas vezes se sobressai à narrativa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0W1g8CNW9p0/TtE5JY07YLI/AAAAAAAADk0/khsnX9fmRQE/s1600/_quse+beijo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0W1g8CNW9p0/TtE5JY07YLI/AAAAAAAADk0/khsnX9fmRQE/s1600/_quse+beijo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Descobrimos mais das personagens e do clima do filme pelos enquadramentos, arte e fotografia do que pela trama ou pelos diálogos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Um filme no qual se intui o tempo todo muita densidade nas personagens, mas que pouco é dito, e não de uma maneira profunda, poderosa e lacônica, como nos mostra possível mestres como &lt;b&gt;Bergman&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;Wenders&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;Kieslowski&lt;/b&gt;... Selton traz personagens tristes, decadentes e melancólicas, mas não nos aproxima delas e o que poderia ter de intrigante e interessante se perde...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kJTYSSA0U_o/TtE5OmHMw0I/AAAAAAAADk8/7xmoiDANnsg/s1600/_leo+lustre.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kJTYSSA0U_o/TtE5OmHMw0I/AAAAAAAADk8/7xmoiDANnsg/s1600/_leo+lustre.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Começando pelo protagonista, Caio, vivido por &lt;b&gt;Leonardo Medeiros&lt;/b&gt;. Leo tem uma qualidade muito grande por apontar fortes sentimentos sem grandes arroubos de interpretação, um certo realismo que desperta identificação e compaixão. Mas em geral ele se apóia nessa característica e muitas vezes se torna uma personagem monotônica e até monótona.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4N8NoufXVnw/TtE5zOffhLI/AAAAAAAADlE/9o4TL1dAf_Y/s1600/_corpo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4N8NoufXVnw/TtE5zOffhLI/AAAAAAAADlE/9o4TL1dAf_Y/s1600/_corpo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É assim em ótimos filmes como&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Cabra-Cega&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; de &lt;b&gt;Toni Venturi&lt;/b&gt;,&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Não Por Acaso&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; de &lt;b&gt;Philippe Barcinski&lt;/b&gt;,&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Corpo&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; de &lt;b&gt;Rubens Rewald&lt;/b&gt; e &lt;b&gt;Rossana Foglia&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;e &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Budapeste&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; de &lt;b&gt;Walter Carvalho&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;E é assim também em &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Feliz Natal&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KcRU0lHViY0/TtE54_qUZtI/AAAAAAAADlM/YV-QLuHyvvQ/s1600/_leo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KcRU0lHViY0/TtE54_qUZtI/AAAAAAAADlM/YV-QLuHyvvQ/s1600/_leo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não entendemos o conflito de Caio, não nos aproximamos dele e tampouco de seu entorno -&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-e0lfvzhok24/TtE6IgkpSZI/AAAAAAAADlU/rke7t0A2hc8/s1600/_darlene.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-e0lfvzhok24/TtE6IgkpSZI/AAAAAAAADlU/rke7t0A2hc8/s1600/_darlene.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Composto por personagens igualmente instigantes, mas que também não geram identificação ou comoção, mesmo com destaques no elenco de&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;Darlene Glória&lt;/b&gt;,&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;Paulo Guarnieri&lt;/b&gt;,&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;Graziela Moretto e&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;Lúcio Mauro&lt;/b&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Intuímos o filme de poucos acontecimentos, mas esperamos por revelações, um pouco no estilo de &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Festa de Família&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; de &lt;b&gt;Thomas Vinterberg&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Gritos e Sussurros&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; de &lt;b&gt;Bergman&lt;/b&gt; ou &lt;a href="http://diculturices.blogspot.com/2011/06/inferno-de-kieslowski-por-danis-tanovic.html"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Inferno&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;de &lt;b&gt;Danis Tanovic&lt;/b&gt; com o roteiro de &lt;b&gt;Kielowski&lt;/b&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Em &lt;i&gt;Feliz Natal&lt;/i&gt;, algumas revelações de fato são feitas, mas não há uma construção dramática para que isso repercuta nos anseios, medos e sonhos das personagens.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y8O1nxe8Fbw/TtE6wey5zHI/AAAAAAAADlk/GtQ_c_TgmOI/s1600/_grazi.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y8O1nxe8Fbw/TtE6wey5zHI/AAAAAAAADlk/GtQ_c_TgmOI/s1600/_grazi.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;E com isso o filme fica um pouco vazio, parece um brinde feito solitariamente, como acontece em cena do próprio filme.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cNIU-vOyWI8/TtE64V4FC1I/AAAAAAAADls/9Jw9TPg8b2M/s1600/_homens.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cNIU-vOyWI8/TtE64V4FC1I/AAAAAAAADls/9Jw9TPg8b2M/s1600/_homens.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Selton parece estar buscando um caminho - e que parece bastante promissor - mas parece estar faltando mais vigor e consistência em seus roteiros.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2041176634790356737-1088552674029049575?l=diculturices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diculturices.blogspot.com/feeds/1088552674029049575/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diculturices.blogspot.com/2011/11/feliz-natal.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2041176634790356737/posts/default/1088552674029049575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2041176634790356737/posts/default/1088552674029049575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diculturices.blogspot.com/2011/11/feliz-natal.html' title='Feliz Natal'/><author><name>Q</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09849892621282751008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zu12EtxF_iM/SWLSykk0XVI/AAAAAAAAAA8/wivbn0jhw40/S220/Q+nene+marela.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2ialVUDCNcI/TtE77m9XQRI/AAAAAAAADl0/GrxtIaZzPD8/s72-c/_cartaz+p.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2041176634790356737.post-4510021723237221099</id><published>2011-11-23T08:00:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-23T09:56:28.593-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sergei Paradjanov</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XQnNbmCsias/Ts0yt3SpajI/AAAAAAAADkU/QuorW7Qwfsk/s1600/_paradjanov.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XQnNbmCsias/Ts0yt3SpajI/AAAAAAAADkU/QuorW7Qwfsk/s200/_paradjanov.jpg" width="134" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cineasta armênio, destacado pelo cinema soviético e por sua própria rebelação com os parâmetros restritivos da escola russa, &lt;b&gt;Sergei Paradjanov&lt;/b&gt; tem uma&amp;nbsp;interessante história de criatividade e ousadia (que o levaram a censuras, prisões e cerceamentos).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eBjGfZF2o0s/Ts0yzYANVDI/AAAAAAAADkc/1g-_mMncGXI/s1600/_cartaz.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eBjGfZF2o0s/Ts0yzYANVDI/AAAAAAAADkc/1g-_mMncGXI/s1600/_cartaz.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Do pouco que passei a conhecer de sua obra na retrospectiva da &lt;b&gt;Mostra de Cinema de São Paulo &lt;/b&gt;está&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;A Lenda da Fortaleza Suram&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, de 1988, baseado na história da Geórgia, quando há a construção da fortaleza para evitar invasões estrangeira, porém vários percalços ocorrem até que surge uma mítica solução: emparedar um homem na fortaleza, para que ela se sustente.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AFQsiZGsvpM/Ts0rdhZHQLI/AAAAAAAADjk/bnUby9fCTAQ/s1600/_templo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AFQsiZGsvpM/Ts0rdhZHQLI/AAAAAAAADjk/bnUby9fCTAQ/s200/_templo.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Filme pesado, com enquadramentos fixos em planos gerais, didáticos, coreografados, muitas vezes funcionando como quadros belíssimos e outras truncando um pouco a narrativa (pelo menos a que estamos mais acostumados).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A temática histórica e impessoal também favorecem essa distância, pois a decupagem e o ritmo poderiam se aproximar do ídolo, amigo e contemporâneo de &lt;b&gt;Paradjanov&lt;/b&gt;: &lt;b&gt;Tarkovski&lt;/b&gt;, mas não acontece, pois não temos aqui um cinema mais etéreo e filosófico.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--wlvi8wyg_A/Ts0zFvKbb5I/AAAAAAAADkk/lpPqWnQyNVQ/s1600/_imperador.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--wlvi8wyg_A/Ts0zFvKbb5I/AAAAAAAADkk/lpPqWnQyNVQ/s1600/_imperador.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;O que há aqui é a influência política do cinema soviético que fala mais alto e resulta nessa homenagem que Paradjanov faz aos soldados georgianos que deram a vida por sua pátria.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d2UqaaQRow0/Ts0t1Pm_RSI/AAAAAAAADj8/BYmoeU4-pA4/s1600/_cor+roma.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d2UqaaQRow0/Ts0t1Pm_RSI/AAAAAAAADj8/BYmoeU4-pA4/s1600/_cor+roma.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Diferente do que ocorre em &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;A Cor da Romã&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, feito 20 anos antes, em 68, antes, portanto, da prisão de Paradjanov pelo governo soviético. Aqui Paradjanov deixa a poesia ditar o ritmo e a construção da linguagem: o trabalho de cores, de enquadramentos, de iluminação...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dC5tzfHUPEM/Ts0t52ETjKI/AAAAAAAADkE/zYS6hTn3g6w/s1600/_menino+roma.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dC5tzfHUPEM/Ts0t52ETjKI/AAAAAAAADkE/zYS6hTn3g6w/s1600/_menino+roma.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tudo é meticulosamente cuidado e faz jus a uma homenagem poética, já que o que é retratado no filme é a vida do poeta e trovador armênio &lt;b&gt;Sayat Nova&lt;/b&gt; - de quem vem a frase: "eu sou o homem cuja vida e alma são tortura".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-S5Pk2FZojjk/Ts0xEJYdEhI/AAAAAAAADkM/KGi8t8UosrM/s1600/_cor+roma+3.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-S5Pk2FZojjk/Ts0xEJYdEhI/AAAAAAAADkM/KGi8t8UosrM/s200/_cor+roma+3.png" width="79" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;O lirismo do do filme é bastante tocante e ainda que um pouco hermético (já que não há uma trama propriamente, nem diálogos que nos guiem, se aproximando das artes plásticas), o que imprime e o que sugere marca e embevece!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://2.gvt0.com/vi/tcW4A2dCEhI/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tcW4A2dCEhI&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tcW4A2dCEhI&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2041176634790356737-4510021723237221099?l=diculturices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diculturices.blogspot.com/feeds/4510021723237221099/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diculturices.blogspot.com/2011/11/sergei-paradjanov.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2041176634790356737/posts/default/4510021723237221099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2041176634790356737/posts/default/4510021723237221099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diculturices.blogspot.com/2011/11/sergei-paradjanov.html' title='Sergei Paradjanov'/><author><name>Q</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09849892621282751008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zu12EtxF_iM/SWLSykk0XVI/AAAAAAAAAA8/wivbn0jhw40/S220/Q+nene+marela.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XQnNbmCsias/Ts0yt3SpajI/AAAAAAAADkU/QuorW7Qwfsk/s72-c/_paradjanov.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2041176634790356737.post-1799910955459291348</id><published>2011-11-22T09:11:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-22T10:26:56.218-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Clamor do Sexo</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1V8s5AJ9ykM/TsvlX3F8-5I/AAAAAAAADh0/2VeKUUvZzTY/s1600/_elia.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="105" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1V8s5AJ9ykM/TsvlX3F8-5I/AAAAAAAADh0/2VeKUUvZzTY/s200/_elia.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;O célebre diretor&lt;b&gt; Elia Kazan&lt;/b&gt; foi umdos destaques da &lt;b&gt;35a Mostra Internacional de Cinema&lt;/b&gt;, com uma bela retrospectiva.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;Autor de grandes obras de meados do século XX, Kazan foi uma figura controversa: apesar de ter sido delator de diversos colegas à época da "caça às bruxas comunistas"; ele trabalhou muitobem a linguagem; trouxe questões importantes e polêmicas à tonacom seus filmes;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--nf6aXVdhBg/TsvnkkZN8uI/AAAAAAAADi8/gD-Hy3zMMK4/s1600/_dean.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--nf6aXVdhBg/TsvnkkZN8uI/AAAAAAAADi8/gD-Hy3zMMK4/s1600/_dean.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rLP6MSIpmNk/TsvlszVuMhI/AAAAAAAADh8/jRc6utRqbE0/s1600/_kazan+brando+menor.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="72" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rLP6MSIpmNk/TsvlszVuMhI/AAAAAAAADh8/jRc6utRqbE0/s200/_kazan+brando+menor.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Revelou e investiu em importantes atores como &lt;b&gt;MarlonBrandon&lt;/b&gt; e&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;James Dean&lt;/b&gt;;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;E, como disse &lt;b&gt;Inácio Araújo&lt;/b&gt;, "ele ocupa um lugar especial no imaginário americano e mundial" e "as dores do século XX marcam sua obra e a tornam incontornável".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mtX5w4xnmEw/TsvoHZ6l9pI/AAAAAAAADjE/qNnD7gdpJks/s1600/_deitados.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mtX5w4xnmEw/TsvoHZ6l9pI/AAAAAAAADjE/qNnD7gdpJks/s1600/_deitados.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Clamor do Sexo&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, de 1961, por exemplo, não há como negar sua visão crítica e progressista a respeito do papel da mulher e do casamento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-L6mPiPtO0k8/TsvnPghH60I/AAAAAAAADi0/K-A51FZ9hh8/s1600/_olhares.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="72" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-L6mPiPtO0k8/TsvnPghH60I/AAAAAAAADi0/K-A51FZ9hh8/s200/_olhares.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A história do casal adolescente, vivido por &lt;b&gt;Natalie Wood&lt;/b&gt; e &lt;b&gt;Warren Beatty&lt;/b&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;que na década de 20 tenta lutar contra seus impulsos sexuais em nome dos bons costumes e com isso acaba comprometendo a relação e seus sonhos é muito bonita, profunda e complexa.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-INrV3uwqNBI/Tsvm0SD4HII/AAAAAAAADic/imjPCJFsD5c/s1600/_natalie.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="112" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-INrV3uwqNBI/Tsvm0SD4HII/AAAAAAAADic/imjPCJFsD5c/s200/_natalie.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;Mostra o poder da repressão social e o tabu da virgindade capazes de levar uma pessoa à loucura e mudar os sonhos de uma vida.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-moUoRyl6JMg/TsvoTxcnZJI/AAAAAAAADjM/moQIBHBQpGY/s1600/_baile.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-moUoRyl6JMg/TsvoTxcnZJI/AAAAAAAADjM/moQIBHBQpGY/s1600/_baile.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Mesmo que a linguagem tenha um ritmo com ênfases dramáticas que a aproximem das novelas;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FyGQ6qi7OVg/TsvnFziogwI/AAAAAAAADis/SR4RtCNIdw4/s1600/_beijo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FyGQ6qi7OVg/TsvnFziogwI/AAAAAAAADis/SR4RtCNIdw4/s1600/_beijo.jpg" style="cursor: move;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo que quase um século nos separem do momento em que se passa a história e mesmo que o filme esteja completando 50 anos, ainda assim ele segue atual em muitas questões e com certo frescor - vale muito a pena!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2041176634790356737-1799910955459291348?l=diculturices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diculturices.blogspot.com/feeds/1799910955459291348/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diculturices.blogspot.com/2011/11/o-celebre-diretor-elia-kazan-foi-umdos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2041176634790356737/posts/default/1799910955459291348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2041176634790356737/posts/default/1799910955459291348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diculturices.blogspot.com/2011/11/o-celebre-diretor-elia-kazan-foi-umdos.html' title='Clamor do Sexo'/><author><name>Q</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09849892621282751008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zu12EtxF_iM/SWLSykk0XVI/AAAAAAAAAA8/wivbn0jhw40/S220/Q+nene+marela.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1V8s5AJ9ykM/TsvlX3F8-5I/AAAAAAAADh0/2VeKUUvZzTY/s72-c/_elia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2041176634790356737.post-8793056633989204953</id><published>2011-11-18T13:35:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-19T04:48:32.864-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Parada em Pleno Curso</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kxreGjPBvl8/Tseh7yLb-2I/AAAAAAAADeU/YOIMVjlYh6U/s1600/_cartaz+peq.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kxreGjPBvl8/Tseh7yLb-2I/AAAAAAAADeU/YOIMVjlYh6U/s1600/_cartaz+peq.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Primeiro filme que vejo de &lt;b&gt;Andreas Dresen&lt;/b&gt;, alemão já com muitos anos de carreira e dezenas de títulos em sua filmografia. Daí deve vir a maturidade de seu último longa: &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Parada em Pleno Curso&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. vencedor da Mostra &lt;i&gt;Un Certain Regard&lt;/i&gt; em &lt;b&gt;Cannes&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-O1GUgZ6LiSU/TseiNbtWgiI/AAAAAAAADec/khlz6WzVBqA/s1600/_casal+perfil.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-O1GUgZ6LiSU/TseiNbtWgiI/AAAAAAAADec/khlz6WzVBqA/s1600/_casal+perfil.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sem grandes experimentações ou exploração de recursos, o filme se sustenta com uma temática forte, um bom roteiro, interpretações intensas e uma competente e sintética direção.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KEZerX-sufQ/Tsei8y0gAaI/AAAAAAAADfE/Zza5_0cQK08/s1600/_cafe+com+esposa.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KEZerX-sufQ/Tsei8y0gAaI/AAAAAAAADfE/Zza5_0cQK08/s1600/_cafe+com+esposa.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A premissa é de um homem de classe média de meia idade que recebe um diagnóstico de câncer incurável, a partir daí tudo que veremos é o decorrer de suas reações e da progressão da doença.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Triste, triste, triste. Sensível, pungente, tocante, mérito do realismo com o qual é trabalhado o filme.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xphjZYPJ8rg/Tseimc_Qe5I/AAAAAAAADe0/7PLgSLhorb8/s1600/_homem.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xphjZYPJ8rg/Tseimc_Qe5I/AAAAAAAADe0/7PLgSLhorb8/s1600/_homem.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Desde a indignação, resignação e conformação que vão se alternando no paciente;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nS0bms2HtXA/TselYL4LMkI/AAAAAAAADf8/7yeNt8eIqlc/s1600/_familia.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nS0bms2HtXA/TselYL4LMkI/AAAAAAAADf8/7yeNt8eIqlc/s1600/_familia.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Passando pelas reações da família - esposa, filha adolescente e filho pequeno - ora de força, ora de cansaço, ora de revolta;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-crKjaeZQ-08/TseiYHxs0lI/AAAAAAAADek/IJTdV1DEXZw/s1600/_inverno.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="112" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-crKjaeZQ-08/TseiYHxs0lI/AAAAAAAADek/IJTdV1DEXZw/s200/_inverno.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Terminando com detalhes de situações da doença: vômitos, comprometimentos cerebrais, debilitação física, a perda de cabelo acompanhando o cair das folhas e a chegada do inverno...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8EM9YSkl38A/TsejlqduZqI/AAAAAAAADfc/M3Y7iNDHOak/s1600/_casal+peq.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8EM9YSkl38A/TsejlqduZqI/AAAAAAAADfc/M3Y7iNDHOak/s1600/_casal+peq.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;O passo a passo da morte e da despedida em fortes emoções e interessantes reflexões.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XP__1AV9S2c/TseieucypfI/AAAAAAAADes/vBGddgUcSOI/s1600/_enfermeira+cabelo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="133" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XP__1AV9S2c/TseieucypfI/AAAAAAAADes/vBGddgUcSOI/s200/_enfermeira+cabelo.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Uma das mais bonitas e pra mim mais estimulantes são da enfermeira que no estágio final da doença, quando a esposa começa a considerar internar o marido em um hospital,&amp;nbsp;fala que isso poderá ser visto e assimilado pelas crianças como uma maneira de esconder a morte:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aIUPzaQHPxI/Tsej78_mG_I/AAAAAAAADfk/PsRQrMCLV20/s1600/_familia+testa+peq.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aIUPzaQHPxI/Tsej78_mG_I/AAAAAAAADfk/PsRQrMCLV20/s1600/_familia+testa+peq.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;de não encara-la normalmente, os privando de ainda bons momentos possíveis, gerando medo e prováveis arrependimentos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-p_ioYsMH9no/TsejHUgIPPI/AAAAAAAADfM/q4mFvh0nyt8/s1600/_foto+filho+celular.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="72" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-p_ioYsMH9no/TsejHUgIPPI/AAAAAAAADfM/q4mFvh0nyt8/s200/_foto+filho+celular.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Despedidas podem ser muito tristes, mas há algo de saudável em seus rituais e por isso o filme não é um masoquismo como pode parecer, mas uma catarse de sentimentos inerentes à vida.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2KY36FVZ8Ew/TsejQhoNJ5I/AAAAAAAADfU/kidApJhRLHc/s1600/_casal+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2KY36FVZ8Ew/TsejQhoNJ5I/AAAAAAAADfU/kidApJhRLHc/s1600/_casal+2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ver o filme e vivenciar essas emoções sem dúvida me fizeram crescer e seguirão comigo como uma minoria de filmes segue.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2041176634790356737-8793056633989204953?l=diculturices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diculturices.blogspot.com/feeds/8793056633989204953/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diculturices.blogspot.com/2011/11/parada-em-pleno-curso.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2041176634790356737/posts/default/8793056633989204953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2041176634790356737/posts/default/8793056633989204953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diculturices.blogspot.com/2011/11/parada-em-pleno-curso.html' title='Parada em Pleno Curso'/><author><name>Q</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09849892621282751008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zu12EtxF_iM/SWLSykk0XVI/AAAAAAAAAA8/wivbn0jhw40/S220/Q+nene+marela.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kxreGjPBvl8/Tseh7yLb-2I/AAAAAAAADeU/YOIMVjlYh6U/s72-c/_cartaz+peq.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2041176634790356737.post-4311697636326932062</id><published>2011-11-17T05:55:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-21T11:00:54.266-08:00</updated><title type='text'>As Neves do Kilimanjaro</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-n2SOKeyRfIU/Tsqa5KbfI6I/AAAAAAAADgE/wjhQQGD7l9c/s1600/_cartaz.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-n2SOKeyRfIU/Tsqa5KbfI6I/AAAAAAAADgE/wjhQQGD7l9c/s1600/_cartaz.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Muito há por trás do filme do diretor francês&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Robert Guédiguian&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;As Neves do Kilimanjaro&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, seja pelo título em referência ao conto de &lt;b&gt;Hemingway&lt;/b&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;seja pela inspiração do poema&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Les Pauvres Gens&lt;/i&gt; de &lt;b&gt;Victor Hugo&lt;/b&gt; para o roteiro,&lt;br /&gt;ou seja pelas várias camadas presentes no próprio filme.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lH5pQsqEmP8/Tsqe7-KSyzI/AAAAAAAADhs/ma66HytpSZM/s1600/_sorteio+peq.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lH5pQsqEmP8/Tsqe7-KSyzI/AAAAAAAADhs/ma66HytpSZM/s1600/_sorteio+peq.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;A história começa pela demissão do líder sindical Michel que não quis se beneficiar de sua posição e se colocou como um igual entre aqueles que seriam cortados através de um sorteio.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-r5v5tawOUYI/TsqbUoYLHlI/AAAAAAAADgU/IZ2JJ1QsEO8/s1600/_casal+casa.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-r5v5tawOUYI/TsqbUoYLHlI/AAAAAAAADgU/IZ2JJ1QsEO8/s1600/_casal+casa.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A partir daí a crise do desemprego na meia idade, a relação desequilibrada com sua mulher que segue trabalhando, os conselhos do amigo de infância, ex-colega de trabalho e cunhado...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6poy-uOiILc/Tsqbs9llEJI/AAAAAAAADgc/EKt41A6EmNY/s1600/_praia.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6poy-uOiILc/Tsqbs9llEJI/AAAAAAAADgc/EKt41A6EmNY/s1600/_praia.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;As posições dos filhos (menos engajados e mais individualistas como o comum da nova geração) e o questionamento sobre o que fazer com o tempo livre (descanso X tédio, diversão X vazio)...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3I-doyqyncA/Tsqet2PD3uI/AAAAAAAADhc/ZQ-pSCaeXk0/s1600/_assalto.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3I-doyqyncA/Tsqet2PD3uI/AAAAAAAADhc/ZQ-pSCaeXk0/s1600/_assalto.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Porém esse não será ainda o conflito central do filme, ele virá com um assalto sofrido, no qual dinheiro, reservas bancárias...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-46zrbfjOXyg/TsqcPPraPVI/AAAAAAAADgs/iQkX9d2Mtcs/s1600/_festa+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-46zrbfjOXyg/TsqcPPraPVI/AAAAAAAADgs/iQkX9d2Mtcs/s1600/_festa+2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E o mais simbólico: as passagens ganhadas (por vaquinha feita entre filhos e amigos) para a sonhada e planejada viagem de comemoração dos 30 anos de união do casal em &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Kilimanjaro&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;O trauma e a revolta geradas pelo assalto tomam Michel, que passa a tentar descobrir a identidade do assaltante.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dRM_PyYq3UM/Tsqc1geoBwI/AAAAAAAADhE/UoVySGTf6L0/s1600/_prisao+assaltante.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dRM_PyYq3UM/Tsqc1geoBwI/AAAAAAAADhE/UoVySGTf6L0/s1600/_prisao+assaltante.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;E, dessa investigação, virão descobertas e reflexões sobre se um roubo pode ser justificado, qual a melhor maneira de se vingar, diferença de classes, culpa, raiva, senso de justiça etc...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KbxUMlX4cCA/Tsqdz8CCufI/AAAAAAAADhU/R6l4Fc8BKS0/s1600/_lunes.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KbxUMlX4cCA/Tsqdz8CCufI/AAAAAAAADhU/R6l4Fc8BKS0/s1600/_lunes.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muitas questões, porque, de fato, o filme vai trabalhando numa progressão de acontecimentos, reflexões e dramas. Me faz lembrar do excelente&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Segunda-feira ao Sol&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; de &lt;b&gt;Fernando Aranoa&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Muito bom, ainda que em alguns momentos peque pelo excesso... O aprofundamento em alguns pontos talvez levassem a um filme mais denso e menos novelesco, em que se envolvesse mais com as personagens e que elas não parecessem impulsivas e às vezes quase caricatas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tPkztLdzG60/TsqdSHz6ZeI/AAAAAAAADhM/vRKfh7SJmKg/s1600/_casal.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tPkztLdzG60/TsqdSHz6ZeI/AAAAAAAADhM/vRKfh7SJmKg/s1600/_casal.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;De qualquer maneira, o que prevalece e se sobressai no filme são a realista construção do cotidiano, o drama contundente, as humanas, concretas e sensíveis personagens. Filme que vale a pena ser visto por todos!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2041176634790356737-4311697636326932062?l=diculturices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diculturices.blogspot.com/feeds/4311697636326932062/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diculturices.blogspot.com/2011/11/as-neves-do-kilimanjaro.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2041176634790356737/posts/default/4311697636326932062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2041176634790356737/posts/default/4311697636326932062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diculturices.blogspot.com/2011/11/as-neves-do-kilimanjaro.html' title='As Neves do Kilimanjaro'/><author><name>Q</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09849892621282751008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zu12EtxF_iM/SWLSykk0XVI/AAAAAAAAAA8/wivbn0jhw40/S220/Q+nene+marela.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-n2SOKeyRfIU/Tsqa5KbfI6I/AAAAAAAADgE/wjhQQGD7l9c/s72-c/_cartaz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2041176634790356737.post-4614281969331872680</id><published>2011-11-17T04:48:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-17T05:46:13.162-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Low Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1AhgWYOsn6U/TsULNK0wQRI/AAAAAAAADdc/_VDMQ1qcS6Y/s1600/_cartaz.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="141" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1AhgWYOsn6U/TsULNK0wQRI/AAAAAAAADdc/_VDMQ1qcS6Y/s200/_cartaz.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nova parceria entre os diretores &lt;b&gt;Nicolas Klotz&lt;/b&gt; e &lt;b&gt;Elisabeth Perceval&lt;/b&gt; que já tinham feito o comentado:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;A Questão Humana&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. Novamente com temática política eles apresentam agora &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Low Life&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Filme jovem, mas de uma juventude já um pouco ultrapassada, não sei se por os longos discursos franceses aqui soarem mais afetados do que são de fato, mas o grupo de amigos de vinte e poucos anos compartilhando a vida em repúblicas, universidades, festas e manifestações proclamam palavras de ordem e discursos ideológicos que soam desgastados e ingênuos e por isso não cativam.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ESRxI_DkKK4/TsUL7QtUpOI/AAAAAAAADdk/9xWOqjxAVRY/s1600/_manifst.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="113" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ESRxI_DkKK4/TsUL7QtUpOI/AAAAAAAADdk/9xWOqjxAVRY/s200/_manifst.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;E é assim que o filme abre: em longa sequência de jovens conversando e se manifestando, em uma linguagem artística-autoral-documental (imagens quase PB de uma câmera de vídeo bastante ágil, mas sem tanta latitude e textura).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dsHTM-DRDec/TsUMMzeCQ1I/AAAAAAAADds/QOHcNiajeF8/s1600/_amantes.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dsHTM-DRDec/TsUMMzeCQ1I/AAAAAAAADds/QOHcNiajeF8/s1600/_amantes.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pela temática, personagens, ritmo, faz lembrar os excelentes &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Amantes Constantes&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; de &lt;b&gt;Philippe Garrel&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ou &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Os Sonhadores&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; de &lt;b&gt;Bertolucci&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;(Ou ainda outros menos emblemáticos mas também muito bons como &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://diculturices.blogspot.com/2009/02/2o-filme-bela-junie.html"&gt;A Bela Junie&lt;/a&gt;).&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Entretanto esse longo e cansativo início acaba desgastando o público para o que vem a seguir...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XjvF6Pn_VI4/TsUOCNYWsaI/AAAAAAAADeM/_vO_-W-Tefk/s1600/_casal.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XjvF6Pn_VI4/TsUOCNYWsaI/AAAAAAAADeM/_vO_-W-Tefk/s1600/_casal.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nas primeiras cenas, em meio a manifestações para que a polícia não evacue um prédio tomado por imigrantes, a jovem francesa Carmen conhece Hussain, um poeta afegão que estuda ali ilegalmente.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-M-JpPyliCCI/TsUMbr3g9FI/AAAAAAAADd0/fOd7YWPeYjQ/s1600/_ex+casal.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-M-JpPyliCCI/TsUMbr3g9FI/AAAAAAAADd0/fOd7YWPeYjQ/s200/_ex+casal.jpg" width="135" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Os dois começam um romance e a questão se torna bastante complexa: uma relação tomada de paixão, sonhos, ideais, medo, obsessão, ciúmes do ex de Carmen...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dessa paixão e desse medo vem à tona quase uma loucura de Carmen proibindo Hussain de sair de seu quarto, com medo de uma deportação.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Outras questões e nuances enriquecem esse conflito, que aqui, partindo do pessoal, íntimo, emocional envolvem muito mais e nos levam a questões maiores.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U40PwFFaqIE/TsUMygUhMlI/AAAAAAAADeE/0VMbjVKAGBc/s1600/_manifestantes+peq.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U40PwFFaqIE/TsUMygUhMlI/AAAAAAAADeE/0VMbjVKAGBc/s1600/_manifestantes+peq.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Quando a abordagem é justamente pelas questões maiores, acaba nos distanciando e quase comprometendo o envolvimento com essa bela história que se segue).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Temática bastante contemporânea e importante, vale o olhar (ainda que nem sempre com tanto frescor) de Klotz e Perceval!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="middle-creditos-movie" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 15px; padding-left: 10px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2041176634790356737-4614281969331872680?l=diculturices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diculturices.blogspot.com/feeds/4614281969331872680/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diculturices.blogspot.com/2011/11/low-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2041176634790356737/posts/default/4614281969331872680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2041176634790356737/posts/default/4614281969331872680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diculturices.blogspot.com/2011/11/low-life.html' title='Low Life'/><author><name>Q</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09849892621282751008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zu12EtxF_iM/SWLSykk0XVI/AAAAAAAAAA8/wivbn0jhw40/S220/Q+nene+marela.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1AhgWYOsn6U/TsULNK0wQRI/AAAAAAAADdc/_VDMQ1qcS6Y/s72-c/_cartaz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2041176634790356737.post-5601761081017939625</id><published>2011-11-16T07:14:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-16T08:00:20.857-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cisne</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ibG9rNPlJGw/TsPcxNmTosI/AAAAAAAADdE/cDEfsI5RUkg/s1600/_cisne+parede.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="117" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ibG9rNPlJGw/TsPcxNmTosI/AAAAAAAADdE/cDEfsI5RUkg/s200/_cisne+parede.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Um dos filmes mais estranhos, bonitos e interessantes visto nos últimos tempos:&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Cisne&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;da portuguesa &lt;b&gt;Teresa Villaverde.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;O filme constrói com sensibilidade e poesia a história de Vera, uma talentosa e reconhecida cantora em turnê por Lisboa, de onde vemos emergir o tom nostálgico e melancólico.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RN1EJHGWMGE/TsPcSC7-EKI/AAAAAAAADck/dQP2sVkC4_E/s1600/_cantando.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RN1EJHGWMGE/TsPcSC7-EKI/AAAAAAAADck/dQP2sVkC4_E/s1600/_cantando.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Cisne &lt;/i&gt;abre com a música de Vera, mas nos contará sobre os bastidores, muito mais do que da vida de hotel e camarim, mas de sua vida íntima, suas angustias, seus sonhos, seus amores...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;E de maneira nada convencional.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-87dSlZaNYrs/TsPcatwX_AI/AAAAAAAADcs/qHSBPFeDs2w/s1600/_choro.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="130" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-87dSlZaNYrs/TsPcatwX_AI/AAAAAAAADcs/qHSBPFeDs2w/s200/_choro.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma personagem que se comunica por falas e gestos poéticos - em intensas metáforas visuais, como seu choro de sangue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assim, nos aproximamos literalmente de seu eu lírico, conhecendo, nos identificando e nos atraindo por seu íntimo.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;(Me lembrando muito os excelentes curtas de &lt;b&gt;Caetano Gotardo&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp; - como &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Areia&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; e &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;O Menino Japonês&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Vera busca acompanhantes desconhecidos quando está em turnê, e por isso conhece um jovem que vai se seduzindo por ela, se interessando pelo seu jeito ao mesmo tempo frio e passional, cheio de regras e manias, mas aberto à imprevisibilidade e às incertezas presentes no outro.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-T00IfuYrf9g/TsPcj0Qu9PI/AAAAAAAADc0/-BoXLFA0Ddc/s1600/_garoto.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-T00IfuYrf9g/TsPcj0Qu9PI/AAAAAAAADc0/-BoXLFA0Ddc/s1600/_garoto.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Além da insônia que os une, Vera e esse garoto, cuja história de orfandade vamos conhecendo, tem muitas afinidades: busca de carinho, reconhecimento, amor e origens...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VpCup81GySo/TsPdB2a3dSI/AAAAAAAADdU/xzr_SvDfLUk/s1600/_beijo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VpCup81GySo/TsPdB2a3dSI/AAAAAAAADdU/xzr_SvDfLUk/s1600/_beijo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Difícil definir o que se destaca nessa história de amor (amor do garoto por Vera, de Vera por seu companheiro, amores por estranhos, vizinhos, irmãos, conhecidos... Amor como verbo intransitivo...).&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FnfJE_ex718/TsPc9K6XRbI/AAAAAAAADdM/x8gyfjFydeA/s1600/_janela.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FnfJE_ex718/TsPc9K6XRbI/AAAAAAAADdM/x8gyfjFydeA/s1600/_janela.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ficam sugestões, impressões, sensações do que estaria sendo dito, apesar da linearidade da construção a imprecisão da história nos deixa despistados e embriagados (o que seria fato, o que seria projeção subjetiva), mas em mim fica a potência do caos de pensamentos e sentimentos das intensas personagens.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A crise possível no amor, a maturidade, a juventude, a maternidade, o sucesso, a solidão, tudo está abarcado embrumeadamente no filme e várias notas vem à tona para mergulharmos...&amp;nbsp;Difícil de se captar todas as entrelinhas em uma única assistida, merecedor de novas sessões, que estréie por aqui!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://2.gvt0.com/vi/NS-gmpRUw5Y/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NS-gmpRUw5Y&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NS-gmpRUw5Y&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2041176634790356737-5601761081017939625?l=diculturices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diculturices.blogspot.com/feeds/5601761081017939625/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diculturices.blogspot.com/2011/11/cisne.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2041176634790356737/posts/default/5601761081017939625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2041176634790356737/posts/default/5601761081017939625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diculturices.blogspot.com/2011/11/cisne.html' title='Cisne'/><author><name>Q</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09849892621282751008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zu12EtxF_iM/SWLSykk0XVI/AAAAAAAAAA8/wivbn0jhw40/S220/Q+nene+marela.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ibG9rNPlJGw/TsPcxNmTosI/AAAAAAAADdE/cDEfsI5RUkg/s72-c/_cisne+parede.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2041176634790356737.post-8085781352711178811</id><published>2011-11-16T06:49:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-16T07:13:32.870-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fora de Satã</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-D42XT6hQMWM/TsPRyWuPh_I/AAAAAAAADbk/rRajMNbnf5g/s1600/_cartaz.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-D42XT6hQMWM/TsPRyWuPh_I/AAAAAAAADbk/rRajMNbnf5g/s1600/_cartaz.jpeg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Aclamado por outros títulos exibidos no Brasil como &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;A Vida de Jesus&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; e &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;A Humanidade&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (este premiado em&lt;b&gt; Cannes&lt;/b&gt; em 99), &lt;b&gt;Bruno Dumont&lt;/b&gt; fez sucesso esse ano com &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Fora de Satã&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-C1z-ou0CBLg/TsPR6OEAHRI/AAAAAAAADbs/-n21pUtgDxA/s1600/_casal+ombro.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-C1z-ou0CBLg/TsPR6OEAHRI/AAAAAAAADbs/-n21pUtgDxA/s1600/_casal+ombro.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Suspense, thriller psicológico, drama, romance... Um jogo de filme realista com tempos lentos, diálogos desencontrados, personagens instigantes e situações e entidades metafóricas, filosóficas, míticas...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Me faz lembrar de excelentes referências como a obra-prima de &lt;b&gt;Saramago&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;O Evangelho Segundo Jesus Cristo&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, a obra-prima de &lt;b&gt;Bergman&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;O Sétimo Selo&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, o gracioso filme &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Deixa ela entrar&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; ou o recente exemplar brasileiro&lt;b&gt; &lt;a href="http://diculturices.blogspot.com/2011/10/trabalhar-cansa.html"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Trabalhar Cansa&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_okCGUKbe2A/TsPSF9ObF3I/AAAAAAAADb8/9QXiGvbQifM/s1600/_atirando+menor.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="85" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_okCGUKbe2A/TsPSF9ObF3I/AAAAAAAADb8/9QXiGvbQifM/s200/_atirando+menor.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Fora de Satã&lt;/i&gt; mostra um homem misterioso pastoreando por montes ermos,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-skLIX8WUh1U/TsPSA43WWTI/AAAAAAAADb0/-7ib1ftwRcE/s1600/_casal+peq.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-skLIX8WUh1U/TsPSA43WWTI/AAAAAAAADb0/-7ib1ftwRcE/s1600/_casal+peq.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E sempre acompanhado por uma garota estranhamente seduzida por ele.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q04f2_fOJyY/TsPSfCxya0I/AAAAAAAADcU/VlSkwqoIpQg/s1600/_estupro.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q04f2_fOJyY/TsPSfCxya0I/AAAAAAAADcU/VlSkwqoIpQg/s1600/_estupro.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;O tom sinistro do filme já vai nos levando a desconfiar dos milagres feitos pelo homem e nos faz reconhecer nessa figura o "satã" do título.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5QsuZg0XV0s/TsPSO7rMD2I/AAAAAAAADcE/nnV1AYZxrz0/s1600/_menina+menor.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5QsuZg0XV0s/TsPSO7rMD2I/AAAAAAAADcE/nnV1AYZxrz0/s1600/_menina+menor.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas o filme não pretende trazer conclusões, nem temáticas, nem dramáticas nem filosóficas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lyoOMS38CVE/TsPSWx7nHkI/AAAAAAAADcM/sidMjxRreR4/s1600/_paisagem.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lyoOMS38CVE/TsPSWx7nHkI/AAAAAAAADcM/sidMjxRreR4/s1600/_paisagem.jpeg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ele apenas constrói um bom filme e com isso envolve o espectador e deixa para ele as múltiplas interpretações possíveis.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2041176634790356737-8085781352711178811?l=diculturices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diculturices.blogspot.com/feeds/8085781352711178811/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diculturices.blogspot.com/2011/11/fora-de-sata.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2041176634790356737/posts/default/8085781352711178811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2041176634790356737/posts/default/8085781352711178811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diculturices.blogspot.com/2011/11/fora-de-sata.html' title='Fora de Satã'/><author><name>Q</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09849892621282751008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zu12EtxF_iM/SWLSykk0XVI/AAAAAAAAAA8/wivbn0jhw40/S220/Q+nene+marela.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-D42XT6hQMWM/TsPRyWuPh_I/AAAAAAAADbk/rRajMNbnf5g/s72-c/_cartaz.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2041176634790356737.post-1176100601113186262</id><published>2011-11-16T05:19:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-16T06:42:35.187-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Irmãs Jamais</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Marco Bellocchio&lt;/b&gt; tem uma filmografia vasta, que pelos poucos títulos que chegaram por aqui, podemos concluir que vale a pena conhece-lo mais. Pelas amostras exibidas em São Paulo nos últimos tempos, podemos ver seu cinema comprometido (algo bem importante entre os italianos atualmente), original, profundo e extremamente belo.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xMRtcrhAoj4/TsPHfqKKMPI/AAAAAAAADaU/IN5mKUNZn9E/s1600/_cartaz+bom+dia+noite.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xMRtcrhAoj4/TsPHfqKKMPI/AAAAAAAADaU/IN5mKUNZn9E/s1600/_cartaz+bom+dia+noite.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;O primeiro que conheci foi o belo e denso:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Bom dia, noite&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;(abordagem original sobre o sequestro de Aldo Moro)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-n2X5r0KvUKM/TsPHjN8tecI/AAAAAAAADac/I09lQ_6fSeE/s1600/_vincere.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-n2X5r0KvUKM/TsPHjN8tecI/AAAAAAAADac/I09lQ_6fSeE/s1600/_vincere.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Em seguida o excelente &lt;a href="http://diculturices.blogspot.com/2010/09/vencer-de-marco-bellocchio.html"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Vincere&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;(também original ao se partir de uma situação vivida por Mussolini em sua juventude e representativa de diversos aspectos da figura do ditador)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eUCNRFO6uns/TsPHpSvVrAI/AAAAAAAADak/uRD2frKF9gM/s1600/_cartaz+peq.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eUCNRFO6uns/TsPHpSvVrAI/AAAAAAAADak/uRD2frKF9gM/s1600/_cartaz+peq.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Agora a &lt;b&gt;Mostra de São Paulo&lt;/b&gt; trouxe &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Irmãs Jamais&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, um filme estranho, irregular, diferente, mas bastante instigante.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NhIfKMI8fNg/TsPHuoyX8CI/AAAAAAAADas/5rGftuMBFkI/s1600/_belochio+dirige.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="91" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NhIfKMI8fNg/TsPHuoyX8CI/AAAAAAAADas/5rGftuMBFkI/s200/_belochio+dirige.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;O filme é de fato experimental, pois surgiu de filmagens feitas, em intervalos de vários anos, em uma oficina de cinema que Belocchio dava na cidade onde cresceu (como explica &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogs.estadao.com.br/luiz-zanin/diario-da-mostra-2011-irmas-jamais-anatomia-da-familia-bellocchio/"&gt;Zanin&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oRehpr0cnqU/TsPIFDWB0ZI/AAAAAAAADa8/34IB_oeXtqI/s1600/_3+mulheres.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oRehpr0cnqU/TsPIFDWB0ZI/AAAAAAAADa8/34IB_oeXtqI/s200/_3+mulheres.jpg" width="178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ali Belocchio registrou sua família (filha, filho, tias etc) e construiu uma história familiar com diversos paralelos à sua, mas que segundo ele é ficcional.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Entre cenas longas, estranhas, poéticas, bonitas, misteriosas, &lt;i&gt;Irmãs Jamais&lt;/i&gt; vai trazendo alguns assuntos à tona: o lado conservador da família que preza pela manutenção dos laços, da união e do patrimônio;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--h0l6ezHBrY/TsPI_MESasI/AAAAAAAADbc/Oxi4p7x34D4/s1600/_home+peq.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--h0l6ezHBrY/TsPI_MESasI/AAAAAAAADbc/Oxi4p7x34D4/s1600/_home+peq.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A geração seguinte com diversas inquietações e aspirações maiores, desejando criar, construir, expandir e conquistar o mundo; e a terceira geração, que apesar de representar o futuro, me parece a mais impregnada de nostalgias.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hOwwCe__URE/TsPIb8CSQmI/AAAAAAAADbE/6lNtw86Wtqg/s1600/_2a+geracao.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hOwwCe__URE/TsPIb8CSQmI/AAAAAAAADbE/6lNtw86Wtqg/s1600/_2a+geracao.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ali se sente o gosto pela infância na cidade pequena, a importância dos valores e laços familiares e ali se antevê a crise entre o velho e o novo, entre a valorização da família e a busca de novas identidades...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gq8jqhRcaJY/TsPIsKKlb6I/AAAAAAAADbM/HgQNjzmwurY/s1600/_menina+jovem.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gq8jqhRcaJY/TsPIsKKlb6I/AAAAAAAADbM/HgQNjzmwurY/s1600/_menina+jovem.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para mim a personagem da menina que vemos crescer (interpretada pela filha de Belocchio, &lt;b&gt;Elena&lt;/b&gt;, de seus cinco aos 13 anos) pode ser um alterego do diretor:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-myfFdDoT2d4/TsPH9x398qI/AAAAAAAADa0/G55eDmttEpQ/s1600/_filmagem+peq.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-myfFdDoT2d4/TsPH9x398qI/AAAAAAAADa0/G55eDmttEpQ/s1600/_filmagem+peq.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Aquele que agradece, homenageia e sente saudades da cidade e dos espaços onde cresceu, e das pessoas com quem se relacionou e se formou, mas também aquele que deseja ir além, ganhar o mundo e fazer filmes...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Na construção do filme sentimos as cenas feitas aos poucos, em intervalos de anos, com diferentes pontos de vista e amadurecimento,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--A9MEbqt3QI/TsPIyhx57QI/AAAAAAAADbU/R20Yu8wRiKY/s1600/_mulher+lago.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="112" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--A9MEbqt3QI/TsPIyhx57QI/AAAAAAAADbU/R20Yu8wRiKY/s200/_mulher+lago.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mas o olhar intimista; o desejo de se aproximar de um tempo em espaço lento, denso e particular; as personagens profundas; a estética um pouco sombria, mas bela e poética... Tudo está ali.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Colcha de retalhos e intenções que funcionam. E instigam a conhecer os outros títulos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2041176634790356737-1176100601113186262?l=diculturices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diculturices.blogspot.com/feeds/1176100601113186262/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diculturices.blogspot.com/2011/11/irmas-jamais.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2041176634790356737/posts/default/1176100601113186262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2041176634790356737/posts/default/1176100601113186262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diculturices.blogspot.com/2011/11/irmas-jamais.html' title='Irmãs Jamais'/><author><name>Q</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09849892621282751008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zu12EtxF_iM/SWLSykk0XVI/AAAAAAAAAA8/wivbn0jhw40/S220/Q+nene+marela.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xMRtcrhAoj4/TsPHfqKKMPI/AAAAAAAADaU/IN5mKUNZn9E/s72-c/_cartaz+bom+dia+noite.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2041176634790356737.post-6922910652935843390</id><published>2011-11-13T06:24:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-16T05:28:21.499-08:00</updated><title type='text'>O Palhaço</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XZkhnPeFtqc/Tr_ZcHYrliI/AAAAAAAADYo/NsHZzXlZaxI/s1600/_cartaz.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XZkhnPeFtqc/Tr_ZcHYrliI/AAAAAAAADYo/NsHZzXlZaxI/s1600/_cartaz.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje tem goiabada? Tem sim, senhor!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Um dos maiores atores da nova safra de talentos brasileiros, com dezenas de filmes na carreira, &lt;b&gt;Selton Mello&lt;/b&gt; tem também ambições autorais.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-k4vk4puIeGA/Tr_Z0C9oxpI/AAAAAAAADYw/4X8nB3BOpTo/s1600/_cheiro+do+ralo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-k4vk4puIeGA/Tr_Z0C9oxpI/AAAAAAAADYw/4X8nB3BOpTo/s1600/_cheiro+do+ralo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seja recriando diálogos e improvisando com suas personagens (por exemplo de &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;O Cheiro do Ralo&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; da adaptação de &lt;b&gt;Heitor Dhalia&lt;/b&gt; para o excelente livro de &lt;b&gt;Lourenço Mutarelli&lt;/b&gt;;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2w9fc_IMpSk/Tr_aPQglrYI/AAAAAAAADY4/Lr4Z7ySU7Gw/s1600/_auto.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2w9fc_IMpSk/Tr_aPQglrYI/AAAAAAAADY4/Lr4Z7ySU7Gw/s1600/_auto.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Meu nome não é Johnny &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;de &lt;b&gt;Mauro Lima&lt;/b&gt;, ou em &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;O Auto da Compadecida&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; da adaptação de &lt;b&gt;Guel Arraes&lt;/b&gt; para &lt;b&gt;Ariano Suassuna&lt;/b&gt;);&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Seja trabalhando como entrevistador (&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tarja Preta&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;), seja co-produzindo obras em que acredita, ou, claro, criando seus próprios filmes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Selton revela uma mente inquieta e sensível com muito a compartilhar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nNs_r-fu83A/Tr_bXVPQlLI/AAAAAAAADZw/b_gVjrhQiNA/s1600/_trupe+prac%25CC%25A7a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nNs_r-fu83A/Tr_bXVPQlLI/AAAAAAAADZw/b_gVjrhQiNA/s1600/_trupe+prac%25CC%25A7a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Por exemplo: o universo de &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;O Palhaço&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, seu segundo longa, que mais do que trazer os bastidores do circo e homenagear artistas e comediantes brasileiros, parece falar da dura vida artística.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bSAMDs2mLAY/Tr_ackTbVlI/AAAAAAAADZI/76A0yimAS7k/s1600/_os+plahac%25CC%25A7os.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bSAMDs2mLAY/Tr_ackTbVlI/AAAAAAAADZI/76A0yimAS7k/s1600/_os+plahac%25CC%25A7os.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Além de dirigir, Selton protagoniza a trama na qual o palhaço Pangaré, filho e parceiro de Puro Sangue, vivido pelo exemplar &lt;b&gt;Paulo José&lt;/b&gt;,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3gT1lCAh4Uk/Tr_bs3y97LI/AAAAAAAADZ4/tkOB43Ak50U/s1600/_trupe.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3gT1lCAh4Uk/Tr_bs3y97LI/AAAAAAAADZ4/tkOB43Ak50U/s1600/_trupe.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;é administrador de uma grande trupe de palhaços, bailarinas, domadores e afins, parece cansado das intempéries da vida na estrada e seus imprevistos, dificuldades e restrições.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-896-TMjOnOI/Tr_cqXBE8cI/AAAAAAAADaA/SqqQK8tKbPA/s1600/_sombra.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-896-TMjOnOI/Tr_cqXBE8cI/AAAAAAAADaA/SqqQK8tKbPA/s1600/_sombra.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Selton opta por um filme sem grandes ações dramáticas, mas exagera ao não compartilhar mais de perto os sonhos e as angústias de sua personagem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ml0rufgMelA/Tr_anj_U22I/AAAAAAAADZY/wXtXYKj9dRg/s1600/_selton+arena.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="104" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ml0rufgMelA/Tr_anj_U22I/AAAAAAAADZY/wXtXYKj9dRg/s200/_selton+arena.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Por exemplo, um de seus maiores desejos é um ventilador, mas ele não explora a sensação de calor e as cenas não nos levam a compartilhar esse desejo, o que acaba fazendo com que sua busca se enfraqueça.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Acho uma pena pois realmente o universo é muito rico (já vimos em um de nossos clássicos nacionais, &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Bye, Bye Brasil&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, de &lt;b&gt;Cacá Diegues&lt;/b&gt;), pois a opção do filme e das personagens mais monotônicas podem trazer grande comicidade e compaixão, principalmente com o ótimo elenco reunido e com a qualidade técnica do filme, exemplificada por exemplo&amp;nbsp;pelo trabalho de arte e fotografia primorosos...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oA8u-UV2J1M/Tr_awq8prQI/AAAAAAAADZg/U6ooAxuNlFo/s1600/_picadeiro+peq.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oA8u-UV2J1M/Tr_awq8prQI/AAAAAAAADZg/U6ooAxuNlFo/s1600/_picadeiro+peq.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mas meu mergulho no filme acaba não se aprofundando... Ficam os aplausos pelo belo espetáculo, mas um desejo de quero mais!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2041176634790356737-6922910652935843390?l=diculturices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diculturices.blogspot.com/feeds/6922910652935843390/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diculturices.blogspot.com/2011/11/palhacos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2041176634790356737/posts/default/6922910652935843390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2041176634790356737/posts/default/6922910652935843390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diculturices.blogspot.com/2011/11/palhacos.html' title='O Palhaço'/><author><name>Q</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09849892621282751008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zu12EtxF_iM/SWLSykk0XVI/AAAAAAAAAA8/wivbn0jhw40/S220/Q+nene+marela.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XZkhnPeFtqc/Tr_ZcHYrliI/AAAAAAAADYo/NsHZzXlZaxI/s72-c/_cartaz.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2041176634790356737.post-5999146568160282392</id><published>2011-11-13T05:41:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-13T06:22:15.126-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Submarino</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-w6R5oiIEKPQ/Tr_Nuxn5olI/AAAAAAAADXA/5emd08JROT8/s1600/_cartaz.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-w6R5oiIEKPQ/Tr_Nuxn5olI/AAAAAAAADXA/5emd08JROT8/s1600/_cartaz.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Jovem ator, roteirista, produtor e diretor, o inglês &lt;b&gt;Richard Ayoa&lt;/b&gt; revela sua experiência em um filme bastante interessante e divertido: &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Submarino&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lkd28nQAM3E/Tr_RkuHVx2I/AAAAAAAADYQ/RZ2PTbMbX5Q/s1600/_beijo+foto.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="76" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lkd28nQAM3E/Tr_RkuHVx2I/AAAAAAAADYQ/RZ2PTbMbX5Q/s200/_beijo+foto.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A história é novamente as crises de um garoto de 15 anos diante da vida na escola e os problemas com os primeiros amores, a popularidade, a criatividade.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-b40Icp5QYFg/Tr_R1eQ0qiI/AAAAAAAADYg/tUjT9vJEfF0/s1600/_pai.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-b40Icp5QYFg/Tr_R1eQ0qiI/AAAAAAAADYg/tUjT9vJEfF0/s1600/_pai.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Novamente também aparece a reverberação de problemas no casamento dos pais refletidos na vida do filho. E novamente uma abordagem intimista do garoto impopular e sem destaque, pelo qual podemos passar diariamente sem nos darmos conta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Wn8MHxr6kl4/Tr_QpVh-rZI/AAAAAAAADXg/gh5qW0ZBDpM/s1600/_quase.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Wn8MHxr6kl4/Tr_QpVh-rZI/AAAAAAAADXg/gh5qW0ZBDpM/s1600/_quase.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Novamente" pois ao vermos &lt;i&gt;Submarino&lt;/i&gt; podemos nos lembrar do divertido &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Quase Famosos&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; de &lt;b&gt;Cameron Crowe&lt;/b&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_Jf_aVOaUVs/Tr_Q9fCNqUI/AAAAAAAADXw/CDNL5gRyVH4/s1600/_lula.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_Jf_aVOaUVs/Tr_Q9fCNqUI/AAAAAAAADXw/CDNL5gRyVH4/s1600/_lula.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do ótimo &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Lula e a Baleia&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; de &lt;b&gt;Noah Baumbach&lt;/b&gt;;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_npZ1yj__Cg/Tr_RS21sFiI/AAAAAAAADX4/iibLWxuF3i4/s1600/_houve.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_npZ1yj__Cg/Tr_RS21sFiI/AAAAAAAADX4/iibLWxuF3i4/s1600/_houve.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De exemplares nacionais de &lt;b&gt;Jorge Furtado&lt;/b&gt; (&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Houve uma vez dois verões&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;O Homem que copiava&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; e &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Meu tio matou um cara&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;);&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fdT6Wn9kN_s/Tr_RXITXjNI/AAAAAAAADYA/RTi_2MTfTHg/s1600/_melhores+coisas.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fdT6Wn9kN_s/Tr_RXITXjNI/AAAAAAAADYA/RTi_2MTfTHg/s1600/_melhores+coisas.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;Laís Bodanski &lt;/b&gt;(&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://diculturices.blogspot.com/2010/08/as-melhores-coisas-do-mundo.html"&gt;As Melhores Coisas do Mundo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;);&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-c3OQhGywnzE/Tr_RdSETuYI/AAAAAAAADYI/_Ko_ZmlBDa0/s1600/_incriveis.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-c3OQhGywnzE/Tr_RdSETuYI/AAAAAAAADYI/_Ko_ZmlBDa0/s1600/_incriveis.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ou mesmo de &lt;b&gt;Kevin Arnold&lt;/b&gt; e seus &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Anos Incríveis&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, para mim uma das melhores séries televisivas de todos os tempos!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wXW0zLGZhvc/Tr_N6Brs4dI/AAAAAAAADXI/ABIxDAP9EC0/s1600/_caveira+menor.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="133" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wXW0zLGZhvc/Tr_N6Brs4dI/AAAAAAAADXI/ABIxDAP9EC0/s200/_caveira+menor.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Submarino&lt;/i&gt; encanta menos pela história e seus conflitos e muito mais pela narração bastante divertida, cheia de referências culturais (filmes, músicas, livros...), de humor irônico e saboroso que revelam, por exemplo:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ONp0eLxfDYg/Tr_OXsbYNBI/AAAAAAAADXY/RiLrg6lUPyA/s1600/_entenrro.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ONp0eLxfDYg/Tr_OXsbYNBI/AAAAAAAADXY/RiLrg6lUPyA/s1600/_entenrro.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Como o protagonista Oliver se acha um gênio da literatura, cool e maduro e tem tudo planejado em sua vida (registradas em deliciosas cenas vindas da imaginação de Oliver).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-e-zJQgdoXVU/Tr_OMSzbpqI/AAAAAAAADXQ/n8VsJwcYT90/s1600/_casal.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="133" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-e-zJQgdoXVU/Tr_OMSzbpqI/AAAAAAAADXQ/n8VsJwcYT90/s200/_casal.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;As personagens, aliás, são um dos pontos fortes do filme.&amp;nbsp;Os diálogos e a montagem também são destaques. Vale a pena conferir.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2041176634790356737-5999146568160282392?l=diculturices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diculturices.blogspot.com/feeds/5999146568160282392/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diculturices.blogspot.com/2011/11/submarino.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2041176634790356737/posts/default/5999146568160282392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2041176634790356737/posts/default/5999146568160282392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diculturices.blogspot.com/2011/11/submarino.html' title='Submarino'/><author><name>Q</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09849892621282751008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zu12EtxF_iM/SWLSykk0XVI/AAAAAAAAAA8/wivbn0jhw40/S220/Q+nene+marela.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-w6R5oiIEKPQ/Tr_Nuxn5olI/AAAAAAAADXA/5emd08JROT8/s72-c/_cartaz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2041176634790356737.post-615554143103596266</id><published>2011-11-13T05:05:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-13T05:38:35.838-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Olhando Espelhos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eFnf6grWMAM/Tr_HlzQKAsI/AAAAAAAADWY/5RUF2MM03Hc/s1600/_cartaz.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eFnf6grWMAM/Tr_HlzQKAsI/AAAAAAAADWY/5RUF2MM03Hc/s200/_cartaz.jpg" width="141" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;O estreante diretor iraniano &lt;b&gt;Negar Azarbayjani&lt;/b&gt; se aventura em um tema polêmico em &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Olhando Espelhos&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Principalmente se pensarmos na realidade repressiva em que vive o &lt;b&gt;Irã&lt;/b&gt; (descrito em &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://diculturices.blogspot.com/2011/11/dias-verdes.html"&gt;Dias Verdes&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;de &lt;b&gt;Hana Makhmalbaf&lt;/b&gt;).&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;O encontro de uma jovem mãe de família com um jovem transexual.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ADWzf1mi1_Q/Tr_H-Rp0K5I/AAAAAAAADWw/Ezr0brZiP44/s1600/_rana.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ADWzf1mi1_Q/Tr_H-Rp0K5I/AAAAAAAADWw/Ezr0brZiP44/s1600/_rana.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Cheio de nuances e acontecimentos, &lt;i&gt;Olhando Espelhos&lt;/i&gt; conta a história de Rana, uma jovem cujo marido foi preso por não honrar uma dívida devido a um roubo, e por isso assume o taxi do marido para sobreviver e juntar dinheiro.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XqSOSJNc4ss/Tr_IBUsOWJI/AAAAAAAADW4/eCVIqZgfQJs/s1600/_adineh%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XqSOSJNc4ss/Tr_IBUsOWJI/AAAAAAAADW4/eCVIqZgfQJs/s1600/_adineh%255D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Em suas andanças pela cidade ela encontra Adineh ou Eddie, jovem que tenta fugir da casa de seu pai para poder sair do país e passar por um tratamento de mudança de sexo, já que na Alemanha fez um acompanhamento onde se confirmou sua transexualidade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zD4LfAS1uZM/Tr_H5urA1SI/AAAAAAAADWo/bJvyhfSCXgg/s1600/_carro.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zD4LfAS1uZM/Tr_H5urA1SI/AAAAAAAADWo/bJvyhfSCXgg/s1600/_carro.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Nesse encontro, Rana passa por muitas variações de sentimentos: medo, indignação, incompreensão, aceitação, carinho...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Bonita história, talvez um pouco excessiva em tantos dados e tantas cenas, que muitas vezes não tem tempo para um preparo, um crescente de emoções e uma maior aproximação das personagens, lembrando um pouco as telenovelas.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Z5IVplvalLo/Tr_HvJkSOoI/AAAAAAAADWg/0YTnxrOaymg/s1600/_espelho+inicio.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Z5IVplvalLo/Tr_HvJkSOoI/AAAAAAAADWg/0YTnxrOaymg/s1600/_espelho+inicio.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Faltam cenas como a inicial com discurso em off, num desencontro de som e imagem muito envolventes, ou as cenas em que há jogos de enquadramentos em metáforas visuais como quem encara espelhos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Talvez seja o caso de mais experiência e maturidade, já que há momentos de puro cinema: tocantes, bem construídos (atuações, fotografia, montagem...), e que fazem jus a um tema tão denso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2041176634790356737-615554143103596266?l=diculturices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diculturices.blogspot.com/feeds/615554143103596266/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diculturices.blogspot.com/2011/11/olhando-espelhos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2041176634790356737/posts/default/615554143103596266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2041176634790356737/posts/default/615554143103596266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diculturices.blogspot.com/2011/11/olhando-espelhos.html' title='Olhando Espelhos'/><author><name>Q</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09849892621282751008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zu12EtxF_iM/SWLSykk0XVI/AAAAAAAAAA8/wivbn0jhw40/S220/Q+nene+marela.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eFnf6grWMAM/Tr_HlzQKAsI/AAAAAAAADWY/5RUF2MM03Hc/s72-c/_cartaz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2041176634790356737.post-8221332685120887951</id><published>2011-11-11T06:35:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-11T07:02:10.194-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The yellow sea</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Bwk16xwVim8/Tr03ddZax7I/AAAAAAAADVY/C4IcZeO8010/s1600/_cartaz.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Bwk16xwVim8/Tr03ddZax7I/AAAAAAAADVY/C4IcZeO8010/s200/_cartaz.jpg" width="134" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;The yellow sea&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; é um verdadeiro&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;mar de sangue&lt;/i&gt; construído pelo sul coreano &lt;b&gt;Hong-jin Na&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-z0quaM64cuE/Tr03lcpR-QI/AAAAAAAADVg/aHa-s6wfTvA/s1600/_jogo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-z0quaM64cuE/Tr03lcpR-QI/AAAAAAAADVg/aHa-s6wfTvA/s1600/_jogo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Começa numa construção gradual da história de Gu-nam, um motorista de táxi, desiludido pelo abandono de sua mulher, endividado e envolvido com bandidos;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-46i8rSSmguo/Tr032afgoYI/AAAAAAAADVw/uN3gVWgLSCo/s1600/_busca.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-46i8rSSmguo/Tr032afgoYI/AAAAAAAADVw/uN3gVWgLSCo/s1600/_busca.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E numa vida desregrada de jogos e bebida em que não consegue dar atenção à sua mãe e sua filha pequena.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DaI9Gl3P8Wc/Tr03u_0Z4aI/AAAAAAAADVo/F3e2xzmwfvo/s1600/_aperto+mao.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DaI9Gl3P8Wc/Tr03u_0Z4aI/AAAAAAAADVo/F3e2xzmwfvo/s1600/_aperto+mao.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mas algo parece angustiar esse homem e fazer com que ele queira mudar de vida. Quando recebe então uma proposta envolvendo um assassinato e muito dinheiro, ele resolve se arriscar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IKjDCpM_QlU/Tr04bIMwfqI/AAAAAAAADWA/F4nuGwO7J7s/s1600/_carros.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="72" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IKjDCpM_QlU/Tr04bIMwfqI/AAAAAAAADWA/F4nuGwO7J7s/s200/_carros.jpeg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A partir daí o filme assume seu lado negro (ou vermelho-sangue) de crimes, ações, aventura, torturas, subornos, porradas, lutas, fugas, buscas, assassinatos... &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZWBqpS2IS3A/Tr04WKqngaI/AAAAAAAADV4/1GPtPlxIKUY/s1600/Bourne.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZWBqpS2IS3A/Tr04WKqngaI/AAAAAAAADV4/1GPtPlxIKUY/s1600/Bourne.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hong-jin dialoga então com o cinema de ação americano, por exemplo da trilogia &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Bourne&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, pelas sequências de perseguição de carros com direito a muitas batidas de carros.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EiGdTtWJW9Q/Tr04i42_8wI/AAAAAAAADWI/mYcbeyDv0qI/s1600/_rasteja.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EiGdTtWJW9Q/Tr04i42_8wI/AAAAAAAADWI/mYcbeyDv0qI/s1600/_rasteja.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;E também com filmes de máfia oriental, aqui sem lutas de espada, mas com facas, canivetes, facões... (já que apesar de dezenas de mortes no filme em diversas cenas, apenas em uma há a presença de revólver).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--HSAhVixsOo/Tr04onc4zjI/AAAAAAAADWQ/dauFB51zVGk/s1600/_prot+cidade.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--HSAhVixsOo/Tr04onc4zjI/AAAAAAAADWQ/dauFB51zVGk/s1600/_prot+cidade.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Filme muito competente, mas um peixe fora d'água na &lt;b&gt;Mostra&lt;/b&gt;, desajustada surpresa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2041176634790356737-8221332685120887951?l=diculturices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diculturices.blogspot.com/feeds/8221332685120887951/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diculturices.blogspot.com/2011/11/yellow-sea.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2041176634790356737/posts/default/8221332685120887951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2041176634790356737/posts/default/8221332685120887951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diculturices.blogspot.com/2011/11/yellow-sea.html' title='The yellow sea'/><author><name>Q</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09849892621282751008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zu12EtxF_iM/SWLSykk0XVI/AAAAAAAAAA8/wivbn0jhw40/S220/Q+nene+marela.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Bwk16xwVim8/Tr03ddZax7I/AAAAAAAADVY/C4IcZeO8010/s72-c/_cartaz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2041176634790356737.post-5008348321531160484</id><published>2011-11-11T06:13:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-11T06:34:30.051-08:00</updated><title type='text'>O outro lado do sono</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E57hKzQ7FIQ/Tr0xAG7B-wI/AAAAAAAADUg/Rju3it6oYFY/s1600/_cartaz.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E57hKzQ7FIQ/Tr0xAG7B-wI/AAAAAAAADUg/Rju3it6oYFY/s1600/_cartaz.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Outra estreante em longas-metragens na &lt;b&gt;Mostra de São Paulo&lt;/b&gt; foi a irlandesa &lt;b&gt;Rebecca Daly&lt;/b&gt; com seu filme:&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;O outro lado do sono&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-seXras6HxjA/Tr0xcx-X_EI/AAAAAAAADVA/RSeC-tLcw7g/s1600/_prot+noite.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-seXras6HxjA/Tr0xcx-X_EI/AAAAAAAADVA/RSeC-tLcw7g/s1600/_prot+noite.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Personagens interessantes e bem interpretados, bom trabalho de linguagem (fotografia, som, montagem) e uma boa premissa:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-r2an-HJ6CGc/Tr0xYkMDWkI/AAAAAAAADU4/r06wFO3fork/s1600/_namorado.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="133" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-r2an-HJ6CGc/Tr0xYkMDWkI/AAAAAAAADU4/r06wFO3fork/s200/_namorado.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Jovem sonâmbula tenta reconstituir o que faz em suas noites e se envolve nas investigações de um assassinato de uma jovem da pequena cidade onde vive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RIVMsaVBf4k/Tr0yV0rVurI/AAAAAAAADVI/mLbDlTMQt3U/s1600/_imagens+fundo+p.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RIVMsaVBf4k/Tr0yV0rVurI/AAAAAAAADVI/mLbDlTMQt3U/s1600/_imagens+fundo+p.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A jovem segue sua vida monótona e sem grandes emoções e é cada vez mais seduzida pelo mosaico de imagens que coleta (lembranças, sonhos, imaginação, recortes de notícias de jornal)...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-H9HFPMV3WDg/Tr0xPfrgcUI/AAAAAAAADUw/737_jCl8lqs/s1600/_floresta.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="121" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-H9HFPMV3WDg/Tr0xPfrgcUI/AAAAAAAADUw/737_jCl8lqs/s200/_floresta.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;O clima de mistério percorre todo o filme e não pretende se fechar ao final, mas talvez dilua um pouco seu conflito e profundidade em tamanha indefinição.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2041176634790356737-5008348321531160484?l=diculturices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diculturices.blogspot.com/feeds/5008348321531160484/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diculturices.blogspot.com/2011/11/o-outro-lado-do-sono.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2041176634790356737/posts/default/5008348321531160484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2041176634790356737/posts/default/5008348321531160484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diculturices.blogspot.com/2011/11/o-outro-lado-do-sono.html' title='O outro lado do sono'/><author><name>Q</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09849892621282751008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zu12EtxF_iM/SWLSykk0XVI/AAAAAAAAAA8/wivbn0jhw40/S220/Q+nene+marela.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E57hKzQ7FIQ/Tr0xAG7B-wI/AAAAAAAADUg/Rju3it6oYFY/s72-c/_cartaz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2041176634790356737.post-4134317271780489089</id><published>2011-11-11T05:19:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-11T06:04:43.426-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Educação</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MQcdtpftGb0/Tr0p9Yk_f0I/AAAAAAAADUI/-CRyWA5yajI/s1600/_cartaz.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MQcdtpftGb0/Tr0p9Yk_f0I/AAAAAAAADUI/-CRyWA5yajI/s1600/_cartaz.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Primeiro longa do alemão &lt;b&gt;Dirk Lütter&lt;/b&gt; traz um tema importante: mercado de trabalho e relações profissionais na atualidade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Um rapaz está contratado temporariamente em uma grande empresa para um trabalho de telemarketing especializado (muuuito diferente do que conhecemos no Brasil).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Dt0GP0luRDs/Tr0pjAwMI3I/AAAAAAAADT4/Y8463CpRVzs/s1600/_empresa.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Dt0GP0luRDs/Tr0pjAwMI3I/AAAAAAAADT4/Y8463CpRVzs/s1600/_empresa.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ali ele é assediado pelo chefe para vigiar outros funcionários sempre em busca de um melhor rendimento (e a despeito dos problemas pessoais que qualquer um venha a ter).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;O rapaz se vê seduzido com as possíveis oportunidades de carreira e o que isso pode lhe proporcionar (celulares, roupas, carros, status, facilidades...).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SYJwW4T2vLE/Tr0qUSxrvWI/AAAAAAAADUQ/0q4Y9HkjVgc/s1600/_lago.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="104" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SYJwW4T2vLE/Tr0qUSxrvWI/AAAAAAAADUQ/0q4Y9HkjVgc/s200/_lago.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;O filme também parece querer falar de algo mais, mostrando um rapaz estranho que testa o atendimento de várias lojas,&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;que se depila,&amp;nbsp;que tem dificuldade de se relacionar com a namorada ou com as ideologias de sua mãe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mas essa estranheza, que poderia dar uma profundidade maior à personagem e trazer outras dimensões ao filme não avançam nem se concluem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-655k1MnQbN0/Tr0qZdUifTI/AAAAAAAADUY/-8wU6QhI_MQ/s1600/_prot+trab.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="133" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-655k1MnQbN0/Tr0qZdUifTI/AAAAAAAADUY/-8wU6QhI_MQ/s200/_prot+trab.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Fica um bom filme, que para mim é mais sobre "&lt;i&gt;o trabalho&lt;/i&gt;" e não tanto sobre "&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;a educação&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;", que me leva a discussões importantíssimas, mas que não me leva além.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2041176634790356737-4134317271780489089?l=diculturices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diculturices.blogspot.com/feeds/4134317271780489089/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diculturices.blogspot.com/2011/11/educacao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2041176634790356737/posts/default/4134317271780489089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2041176634790356737/posts/default/4134317271780489089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diculturices.blogspot.com/2011/11/educacao.html' title='A Educação'/><author><name>Q</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09849892621282751008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zu12EtxF_iM/SWLSykk0XVI/AAAAAAAAAA8/wivbn0jhw40/S220/Q+nene+marela.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MQcdtpftGb0/Tr0p9Yk_f0I/AAAAAAAADUI/-CRyWA5yajI/s72-c/_cartaz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2041176634790356737.post-9165128214407110405</id><published>2011-11-10T06:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-10T06:14:35.184-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Era uma vez na Anatolia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do diretor de &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Climas&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; e &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;3 Macacos&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, o turco &lt;b&gt;Nuri Bilge Ceylan&lt;/b&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GTOROpuYylA/Trva74Tf0bI/AAAAAAAADS4/p-7IpURI1As/s1600/_cartaz+peq.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GTOROpuYylA/Trva74Tf0bI/AAAAAAAADS4/p-7IpURI1As/s1600/_cartaz+peq.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Era uma vez na Anatólia&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; é um filme de tempos e espaços diferentes e até por isso tão interessante. Ganhador do grande prêmio do júri em &lt;b&gt;Cannes&lt;/b&gt; e eleito melhor filme segundo a crítica na &lt;b&gt;Mostra Internacional de São Paulo&lt;/b&gt;, o filme realmente merece ser visto!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-i2VC_R8uoRo/TrvbCw1LuCI/AAAAAAAADTA/Jj1_oOTjV_k/s1600/_pg+peq.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-i2VC_R8uoRo/TrvbCw1LuCI/AAAAAAAADTA/Jj1_oOTjV_k/s1600/_pg+peq.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Denso, tenso, cansativo, com seu cenário árido (colinas na noite), suas personagens duras (policiais, legistas, autores do crime), falta de esperança.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6wg-0RO0jzs/TrvbbZdGabI/AAAAAAAADTY/u7DzuIvbV1I/s1600/_reflexo+janela.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6wg-0RO0jzs/TrvbbZdGabI/AAAAAAAADTY/u7DzuIvbV1I/s1600/_reflexo+janela.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;O filme não se foca em nenhuma personagem ou conflito em particular.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bkZdP6ysvmw/TrvbIm92-5I/AAAAAAAADTI/Jjv8QcE8E88/s1600/_criminoso+policiaid.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bkZdP6ysvmw/TrvbIm92-5I/AAAAAAAADTI/Jjv8QcE8E88/s1600/_criminoso+policiaid.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ele acompanha uma operação para se descobrir onde foi deixado um corpo assassinado, uma cova rasa que aos poucos vai revelando sentimentos muito mais profundos em cada uma das personagens.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CXHUPk386bU/TrvboYBPOHI/AAAAAAAADTg/Kon86clBxxE/s1600/_mae+filho.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CXHUPk386bU/TrvboYBPOHI/AAAAAAAADTg/Kon86clBxxE/s1600/_mae+filho.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O cansaço, a desilusão, a tristeza, a derrota é o que vemos estampado em seus rostos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-x5aeccZwEog/TrvbOvyKrgI/AAAAAAAADTQ/ClOKTFkVBac/s1600/_criminoso+peq.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-x5aeccZwEog/TrvbOvyKrgI/AAAAAAAADTQ/ClOKTFkVBac/s1600/_criminoso+peq.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;E mesmo histórias que parecem já distantes, com seus protagonistas já conformados, vão sendo remexidas e sugerindo emoções muito mais pungentes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZS3Inkx9QPY/Trvb6Q-PaGI/AAAAAAAADTw/Ynfv0fiE8pY/s1600/_paisagem.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZS3Inkx9QPY/Trvb6Q-PaGI/AAAAAAAADTw/Ynfv0fiE8pY/s1600/_paisagem.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Longe da construção clássica, Era uma vez na Anatólia conta uma fábula de adultos, apresentando pessoas e lugares diferentes em um filme ímpar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://1.gvt0.com/vi/xWIFgdG_OXE/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xWIFgdG_OXE&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xWIFgdG_OXE&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="middle-creditos-movie" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bdi0UqFrC4Q/TrvRGMPnYeI/AAAAAAAADRw/8Tp5BVuR2q8/s1600/_cartaz.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bdi0UqFrC4Q/TrvRGMPnYeI/AAAAAAAADRw/8Tp5BVuR2q8/s1600/_cartaz.jpeg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Primeiro longa do russo &lt;b&gt;Andrey Stempkovsky&lt;/b&gt; tem tema e abordagem profundos: uma mãe à espera de um filho desaparecido em combate acolhe garoto imigrante "escravizado" por mafiosos russos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-N4dFj4vXzRk/TrvRQlWVSsI/AAAAAAAADR4/9szO655NTZ0/s1600/_mae+filho+menino.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="112" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-N4dFj4vXzRk/TrvRQlWVSsI/AAAAAAAADR4/9szO655NTZ0/s200/_mae+filho+menino.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Conflitos iminentes, o filme faz uma abordagem tensa e silenciosa, onde o &lt;b&gt;movimento&lt;/b&gt; está sempre latente e gradualmente presente, mas onde não vejo nenhuma&lt;b&gt; reversão&lt;/b&gt;...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-69lYr9Ar0SA/TrvRVGcJp5I/AAAAAAAADSA/rAKfDknW0uo/s1600/_mulher+perfil.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-69lYr9Ar0SA/TrvRVGcJp5I/AAAAAAAADSA/rAKfDknW0uo/s1600/_mulher+perfil.jpeg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Com seus&amp;nbsp;silêncios e lacunas o filme ao invés de ficar mais instigante, por vezes parece um pouco monótono, cinza demais, desconjuntado e um pouco previsível.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5npOahhMQ8M/TrvRffPTSSI/AAAAAAAADSI/-0eRielSCvw/s1600/_mafioso.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5npOahhMQ8M/TrvRffPTSSI/AAAAAAAADSI/-0eRielSCvw/s1600/_mafioso.jpeg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mas as personagens de alguma maneira nos cativam e o filme tem um crescente.&amp;nbsp;Do conflito, da tensão, das relações.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4VIYJLSZiFI/TrvSdyQ9VeI/AAAAAAAADSw/N-gxlJO9zkk/s1600/_central+pq.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4VIYJLSZiFI/TrvSdyQ9VeI/AAAAAAAADSw/N-gxlJO9zkk/s1600/_central+pq.jpeg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZtMFzq7M0EY/TrvSA3g1WtI/AAAAAAAADSo/ZEs04kCeIy0/s1600/_pixote+pe.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZtMFzq7M0EY/TrvSA3g1WtI/AAAAAAAADSo/ZEs04kCeIy0/s1600/_pixote+pe.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Em alguns momentos me lembra a relação maternal de &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Pixote&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, outras vezes de &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Central do Brasil&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SlcpVcun0zc/TrvRwBSKgdI/AAAAAAAADSg/cFK34bnXGr4/s1600/_mulher+arvores.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="149" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SlcpVcun0zc/TrvRwBSKgdI/AAAAAAAADSg/cFK34bnXGr4/s200/_mulher+arvores.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas aqui as emoções são russas, muito mais contidas, racionais e lacônicas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="middle-creditos-movie" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 15px; padding-left: 10px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: justify; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2041176634790356737-8616860464941938179?l=diculturices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diculturices.blogspot.com/feeds/8616860464941938179/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diculturices.blogspot.com/2011/11/movimento-reverso.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2041176634790356737/posts/default/8616860464941938179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2041176634790356737/posts/default/8616860464941938179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diculturices.blogspot.com/2011/11/movimento-reverso.html' title='Movimento Reverso'/><author><name>Q</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09849892621282751008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zu12EtxF_iM/SWLSykk0XVI/AAAAAAAAAA8/wivbn0jhw40/S220/Q+nene+marela.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bdi0UqFrC4Q/TrvRGMPnYeI/AAAAAAAADRw/8Tp5BVuR2q8/s72-c/_cartaz.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2041176634790356737.post-3256286424821306489</id><published>2011-11-10T04:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-10T04:39:14.589-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Mexican Suitcase</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VLEpeUEH2Lo/TrvETWaq4AI/AAAAAAAADQo/S7zkwXQXZuI/s1600/_maleta.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VLEpeUEH2Lo/TrvETWaq4AI/AAAAAAAADQo/S7zkwXQXZuI/s1600/_maleta.jpeg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aqui é a "maleta de sonhos esquecidos"...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yaA5XvP_1sQ/TrvEa1m5jhI/AAAAAAAADQw/Jr7IReW7n20/s1600/_cartaz.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yaA5XvP_1sQ/TrvEa1m5jhI/AAAAAAAADQw/Jr7IReW7n20/s200/_cartaz.jpg" width="142" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dirigido pelo curador de fotografia e documentarista &lt;b&gt;Trisha Ziff&lt;/b&gt;, o filme conta sobre a descoberta de uma maleta repleta de negativos clicados por &lt;b&gt;Robert Capa&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-E4MVegSwQSY/TrvEkp422_I/AAAAAAAADQ4/w6UjZduor0s/s1600/_guerra+gde.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="153" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-E4MVegSwQSY/TrvEkp422_I/AAAAAAAADQ4/w6UjZduor0s/s200/_guerra+gde.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O filme conta um pouco sobre a vida desse fotógrafo húngaro, que se destacou pelo seu método inovador &amp;nbsp;de se cobrir guerras, com destaque para a &lt;b&gt;Guerra Civil Espanhola&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Mexican Suitcase&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; vai além ao discutir sobre o trauma que foi essa passagem para os espanhóis e como eles, assim como a maleta, se mantiveram com lembranças e registros guardados por tanto tempo e que só agora são revelados.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zEq8UOzw48U/TrvFS3M6wbI/AAAAAAAADRo/6q2nr0ZHsRE/s1600/_capa+com+camera.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="148" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zEq8UOzw48U/TrvFS3M6wbI/AAAAAAAADRo/6q2nr0ZHsRE/s200/_capa+com+camera.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Interessantes registros tanto das impactantes fotos tiradas por &lt;b&gt;Capa&lt;/b&gt; e também por seus companheiros &lt;b&gt;Gerda Taro&lt;/b&gt; e &lt;b&gt;David Seymour&lt;/b&gt;, quanto de escavações para se descobrir ossadas de civis mortos durante a guerra espanhola.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-U42hatxXFoo/TrvFFDm6ltI/AAAAAAAADRY/yWiQ-2vsV6U/s1600/_guerra+escombro.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-U42hatxXFoo/TrvFFDm6ltI/AAAAAAAADRY/yWiQ-2vsV6U/s1600/_guerra+escombro.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ou ainda depoimentos de espanhóis que sofreram com a guerra e se permaneceram calados desde então ou de espanhóis exilados no México, mesmo caso da Mala...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Apesar de se exceder um pouco em detalhes para aqueles mais leigos sobre o assunto e apesar de se exceder muito no uso de trilha sonora (falas importantes com música pra mim é algo que não combina, causa inquietação e ansiedade e distrai),&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6NANO506kcE/TrvE3siPaqI/AAAAAAAADRI/LhnVcxz1GcA/s1600/_maca.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6NANO506kcE/TrvE3siPaqI/AAAAAAAADRI/LhnVcxz1GcA/s1600/_maca.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mas o filme sem dúvida tem seu mérito pela força e profundidade ao mostrar relatos sobre esses acontecimentos históricos recentes e como eles ainda representam traumas e assuntos não tão discutidos como merecem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sem falar, é claro, na importância histórico-artística da descoberta das fotos, que percorrem todo o filme e nos deixam realmente impressionados pelo pioneiro e excelente trabalho de Capa!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WL3pXhUfS54/TrvE89HaBzI/AAAAAAAADRQ/17LX4DC7jNE/s1600/_fotos+capa.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="139" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WL3pXhUfS54/TrvE89HaBzI/AAAAAAAADRQ/17LX4DC7jNE/s200/_fotos+capa.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2041176634790356737-3256286424821306489?l=diculturices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diculturices.blogspot.com/feeds/3256286424821306489/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diculturices.blogspot.com/2011/11/mexican-suitcase.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2041176634790356737/posts/default/3256286424821306489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2041176634790356737/posts/default/3256286424821306489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diculturices.blogspot.com/2011/11/mexican-suitcase.html' title='The Mexican Suitcase'/><author><name>Q</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09849892621282751008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zu12EtxF_iM/SWLSykk0XVI/AAAAAAAAAA8/wivbn0jhw40/S220/Q+nene+marela.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VLEpeUEH2Lo/TrvETWaq4AI/AAAAAAAADQo/S7zkwXQXZuI/s72-c/_maleta.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2041176634790356737.post-2311895307769584719</id><published>2011-11-09T07:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-09T18:33:31.759-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Caverna dos Sonhos Esquecidos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-X2JwSeAcnO0/Trqd7OafP0I/AAAAAAAADQg/C-k8unQh28c/s1600/_filmando.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="131" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-X2JwSeAcnO0/Trqd7OafP0I/AAAAAAAADQg/C-k8unQh28c/s200/_filmando.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Herzog&lt;/b&gt; compartilha mais do que seu interesse pela história e pela arte, compartilha o encanto e a beleza de sua experiência, ao filmar, em 3D as pinturas rupestres mais antigas de que se tem notícia (de mais 30 mil anos) em uma caverna no sul da França.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZbgGdUa4Mjc/Trqdsn1Mb5I/AAAAAAAADQQ/KxxM9qS8t-M/s1600/_franc%25CC%25A7a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="149" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZbgGdUa4Mjc/Trqdsn1Mb5I/AAAAAAAADQQ/KxxM9qS8t-M/s200/_franc%25CC%25A7a.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;As imagens são realmente extraordinárias e os aspectos históricos, culturais e filosóficos bastante profundos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Entretanto Herzog desgasta um pouco a narrativa com considerações repetitivas e com mais pretensão filosófica do que chegam a mim.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jNZa0WAzB8w/Trqdz7Nxc2I/AAAAAAAADQY/HF54b7A-7G8/s1600/_pintura.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jNZa0WAzB8w/Trqdz7Nxc2I/AAAAAAAADQY/HF54b7A-7G8/s1600/_pintura.jpeg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Caverna dos Sonhos Esquecidos &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;traz muita informação nas poucas imagens feitas em alguns metros quadrados, e me proporcionam uma viagem realmente a um outro universo, mas as falas poderiam ser mais enxutas e serem mais impactantes e convidativas para o resgate de sonhos esquecidos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Densidade que acho que tem seu &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Homem Urso&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, que sem tantas considerações, pelo silêncio e pelas imagens me levam à reflexões mais profundas. Aqui, com esse material, a imersão poderia ser também de um nível ainda muito mais profundo...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2041176634790356737-2311895307769584719?l=diculturices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diculturices.blogspot.com/feeds/2311895307769584719/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diculturices.blogspot.com/2011/11/caverna-dos-sonhos-esquecidos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2041176634790356737/posts/default/2311895307769584719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2041176634790356737/posts/default/2311895307769584719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diculturices.blogspot.com/2011/11/caverna-dos-sonhos-esquecidos.html' title='Caverna dos Sonhos Esquecidos'/><author><name>Q</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09849892621282751008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zu12EtxF_iM/SWLSykk0XVI/AAAAAAAAAA8/wivbn0jhw40/S220/Q+nene+marela.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-X2JwSeAcnO0/Trqd7OafP0I/AAAAAAAADQg/C-k8unQh28c/s72-c/_filmando.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2041176634790356737.post-8923611331174185344</id><published>2011-11-09T07:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-09T07:11:45.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mundo Invisível</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Que premissa bonita a de tratar do &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Mundo Invisível&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; e que grande iniciativa do saudoso &lt;b&gt;Cakoff&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Grandes diretores em suas passagens pela &lt;b&gt;Mostra Internacional de São Paulo&lt;/b&gt; retratando o tema, explorando sua criatividade na liberdade da abstração do que poderia ser o mundo invisível.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Curtas bem interessantes e por vezes bonitos e tocantes. Entretanto, quando apresentados como um longa, parecem simplórios demais.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yDMmeZgcnyM/TrqWWd7zdlI/AAAAAAAADPg/8PVQmrRkqeo/s1600/_manoel.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="99" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yDMmeZgcnyM/TrqWWd7zdlI/AAAAAAAADPg/8PVQmrRkqeo/s200/_manoel.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;O filme abre com uma cena de &lt;b&gt;Manoel de Oliveira&lt;/b&gt; bastante interessante: discussão sobre a comunicação na atualidade (exemplificado pelo celular).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Se segue outra cena, agora documental, de &lt;b&gt;Jerzy Stuhr&lt;/b&gt;. Colocada como uma homenagem tem uma intenção bonita, mas que não é muito desenvolvida.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Na sequência uma experimentação de &lt;b&gt;Guy Maddin&lt;/b&gt;, que pra quem conhece seus filmes, também parece aquém...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Recortes de &lt;b&gt;Gian Vittorio Baldi &lt;/b&gt;para contar sobre a intenção de &lt;b&gt;Pasolini&lt;/b&gt; de filmar em São Paulo, por exemplo, em Heliópolis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Uma reportagem-manifesto-videoarte de &lt;b&gt;Marco Bechis&lt;/b&gt; sobre indígenas na região do Trianon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Uma tocante reportagem de &lt;b&gt;Win Wenders &lt;/b&gt;sobre o trabalho da Santa Casa com crianças com visão limitada.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rw92MVmF-Bc/TrqXIH1XXaI/AAAAAAAADP4/hQisir7xXfs/s1600/_maria.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="128" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rw92MVmF-Bc/TrqXIH1XXaI/AAAAAAAADP4/hQisir7xXfs/s200/_maria.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Um curta simpático de &lt;b&gt;Maria de Medeiros&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CrxeTvJT8FA/TrqWgfYPQQI/AAAAAAAADPo/8HyYtqZuRIo/s1600/_pixac%25CC%25A7a%25CC%2583o.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CrxeTvJT8FA/TrqWgfYPQQI/AAAAAAAADPo/8HyYtqZuRIo/s1600/_pixac%25CC%25A7a%25CC%2583o.jpeg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Um clipe de &lt;b&gt;Theo Angelopoulos&lt;/b&gt; sobre grafites paulistanos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gBaeUpA5SLI/TrqWmIryf0I/AAAAAAAADPw/K3FjyIW9ln0/s1600/_curta+cakoff.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gBaeUpA5SLI/TrqWmIryf0I/AAAAAAAADPw/K3FjyIW9ln0/s200/_curta+cakoff.jpg" width="140" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E, para fechar, primeiro um documentário de &lt;b&gt;Atom Egoyam&lt;/b&gt; sobre (e com) &lt;b&gt;Cakoff&lt;/b&gt;, com momentos bastante filosóficos e poéticos, porém contrastados com narrações mais de reportagem autoral, que ganham valor pelo calor do momento do luto por Cakoff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;E em seguida o trabalho de &lt;b&gt;Laís Bodanski&lt;/b&gt;, que também se parece uma reportagem (de tema profundo e interessante), relacionando esse mundo invisível com a meditação, a religiosidade e a criação.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KllGtOywvgw/TrqX-3FJiVI/AAAAAAAADQI/9cQXWRH4gSc/s1600/_viaduto.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="149" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KllGtOywvgw/TrqX-3FJiVI/AAAAAAAADQI/9cQXWRH4gSc/s200/_viaduto.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Visões interessantes e profundas, mas em linguagens nem sempre à altura. Talvez se exibidos como registros desses diretores em suas passagens e não como um longa-metragem, teria me parecido melhor, com a embalagem dada ficou certo desejo por mais...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2041176634790356737-8923611331174185344?l=diculturices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diculturices.blogspot.com/feeds/8923611331174185344/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diculturices.blogspot.com/2011/11/mundo-invisivel.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2041176634790356737/posts/default/8923611331174185344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2041176634790356737/posts/default/8923611331174185344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diculturices.blogspot.com/2011/11/mundo-invisivel.html' title='Mundo Invisível'/><author><name>Q</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09849892621282751008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zu12EtxF_iM/SWLSykk0XVI/AAAAAAAAAA8/wivbn0jhw40/S220/Q+nene+marela.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yDMmeZgcnyM/TrqWWd7zdlI/AAAAAAAADPg/8PVQmrRkqeo/s72-c/_manoel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2041176634790356737.post-2144852553419895882</id><published>2011-11-09T06:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-09T06:39:09.700-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Histórias que só existem quando lembradas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com um belíssimo título e um universo poético, &lt;b&gt;Júlia Murat&lt;/b&gt; estréia em longas de ficção.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ela retrata uma vila de interior onde vivem poucos senhores e senhoras vivendo em comunidade.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jb7o-0aHnU0/TrqPeH8vxHI/AAAAAAAADPA/AfomHWj-gs8/s1600/_velha+trilha+trem.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="125" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jb7o-0aHnU0/TrqPeH8vxHI/AAAAAAAADPA/AfomHWj-gs8/s200/_velha+trilha+trem.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eles tem uma rotina simétrica e não se abrem a nada que saia do mecânico - nem alterações do cotidiano, nem nostalgias, que dirá sonhos...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EFB22xWTxLE/TrqPrQZ0fMI/AAAAAAAADPQ/hLMvU_BP8Ss/s1600/_jovem+trailer.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EFB22xWTxLE/TrqPrQZ0fMI/AAAAAAAADPQ/hLMvU_BP8Ss/s1600/_jovem+trailer.jpeg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porém algo muda com a chegada de uma jovem fotógrafa que lança outro olhar para esse lugar, de &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;histórias que só existem quando lembradas&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Entretanto o filme acaba se apoiando no clichê da poesia intimista: os tempos contemplativos, a fotografia com recortes, sombras e penumbras, o som, as personagens silenciosas...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KTdoX_vAtdk/TrqP52rWarI/AAAAAAAADPY/tBtxV-F1bgc/s1600/_senhores.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KTdoX_vAtdk/TrqP52rWarI/AAAAAAAADPY/tBtxV-F1bgc/s1600/_senhores.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tudo está muito construído e se sente a mão da diretora, sem deixar que as histórias e as personagens falem mais alto e sobressaiam.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Fica uma sensação de filme já visto, de uma história que já foi lembrada antes...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iDT403jtmDc/TrqPlAZDNTI/AAAAAAAADPI/boLbuvlBnao/s1600/_dois+cafe.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="90" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iDT403jtmDc/TrqPlAZDNTI/AAAAAAAADPI/boLbuvlBnao/s200/_dois+cafe.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E um gostinho de quero mais, dado pelos aromas belamente construídos no filme (naftalina, café, pães, flores...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2041176634790356737-2144852553419895882?l=diculturices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diculturices.blogspot.com/feeds/2144852553419895882/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diculturices.blogspot.com/2011/11/historias-que-so-existem-quando.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2041176634790356737/posts/default/2144852553419895882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2041176634790356737/posts/default/2144852553419895882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diculturices.blogspot.com/2011/11/historias-que-so-existem-quando.html' title='Histórias que só existem quando lembradas'/><author><name>Q</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09849892621282751008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zu12EtxF_iM/SWLSykk0XVI/AAAAAAAAAA8/wivbn0jhw40/S220/Q+nene+marela.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jb7o-0aHnU0/TrqPeH8vxHI/AAAAAAAADPA/AfomHWj-gs8/s72-c/_velha+trilha+trem.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2041176634790356737.post-1544532122620549789</id><published>2011-11-08T06:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-08T06:47:00.257-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mundo Misterioso</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-swUj74dhKbk/Trk_rPs4i1I/AAAAAAAADOg/Q7XiB2KeiCk/s1600/_mundo+misterioso.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-swUj74dhKbk/Trk_rPs4i1I/AAAAAAAADOg/Q7XiB2KeiCk/s200/_mundo+misterioso.jpg" width="135" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Em se falando em filmes alternativos, uma realização de sucesso para mim é a experiência do argentino (novamente eles!) &lt;b&gt;Rodrigo Moreno&lt;/b&gt;:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Mundo Misterioso&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Wx6EYlgsNoA/Trk_7RAL3xI/AAAAAAAADOw/hKGPucYgsHI/s1600/_lanchonete.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Wx6EYlgsNoA/Trk_7RAL3xI/AAAAAAAADOw/hKGPucYgsHI/s1600/_lanchonete.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Com personagens verdadeiramente estranhos, com tempos e motivações que acompanhamos, mas sem entender perfeitamente.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vY78VR0yDgI/Trk_1-8TILI/AAAAAAAADOo/ZgxRIhOccKA/s1600/_casal.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vY78VR0yDgI/Trk_1-8TILI/AAAAAAAADOo/ZgxRIhOccKA/s1600/_casal.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Compartilhamos seus sentimentos, mas não sabemos onde eles vão nos levar. E eles seguem, seguem... E voltam ao mesmo lugar... Ao mesmo mundo tão simples e desvendado, e ao mesmo misterioso.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Como dito por alguns, lembra a particular cinematografia do francês &lt;b&gt;Eric Romer&lt;/b&gt;, sempre intrigante pelo paradoxo de sua construção ao mesmo tempo intimista e extremamente humana, mas também de certa estranheza inverossímil.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cO2Z-Jt5SUU/TrlAONxwaGI/AAAAAAAADO4/9VDag6KupXY/s1600/_vitrola.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cO2Z-Jt5SUU/TrlAONxwaGI/AAAAAAAADO4/9VDag6KupXY/s1600/_vitrola.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Filme maduro e corajoso, com personagens, atuações, tempos, arte, fotografia, som muito bem realizados! Mais um salve (ou &lt;i&gt;che&lt;/i&gt;) ao cinema argentino!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://3.gvt0.com/vi/7A20oIgxwfM/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7A20oIgxwfM&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7A20oIgxwfM&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2041176634790356737-1544532122620549789?l=diculturices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diculturices.blogspot.com/feeds/1544532122620549789/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diculturices.blogspot.com/2011/11/mundo-misterioso.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2041176634790356737/posts/default/1544532122620549789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2041176634790356737/posts/default/1544532122620549789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diculturices.blogspot.com/2011/11/mundo-misterioso.html' title='Mundo Misterioso'/><author><name>Q</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09849892621282751008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zu12EtxF_iM/SWLSykk0XVI/AAAAAAAAAA8/wivbn0jhw40/S220/Q+nene+marela.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-swUj74dhKbk/Trk_rPs4i1I/AAAAAAAADOg/Q7XiB2KeiCk/s72-c/_mundo+misterioso.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2041176634790356737.post-2607645436682277943</id><published>2011-11-08T06:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-08T06:31:19.208-08:00</updated><title type='text'>O Futuro</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2GgOvvQeCfA/Trk4xSpZu_I/AAAAAAAADNg/S8LBhsywUng/s1600/_cartaz+peq.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2GgOvvQeCfA/Trk4xSpZu_I/AAAAAAAADNg/S8LBhsywUng/s1600/_cartaz+peq.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Segundo longa do ícone indie cinematográfico americano &lt;b&gt;Miranda July&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;O Futuro&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, resulta em um filme morno.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NV8QaAM-JJo/Trk47mwEkBI/AAAAAAAADNo/cFs5ryVOZSU/s1600/_eu+vc.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="110" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NV8QaAM-JJo/Trk47mwEkBI/AAAAAAAADNo/cFs5ryVOZSU/s200/_eu+vc.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Na estréia, com &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Eu, Você e Todos Nós&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, havia uma graciosidade e um frescor que realmente chamaram atenção.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-280xCPRFn0k/Trk6ADO_ItI/AAAAAAAADNw/CVTr496JlYM/s1600/_casal+comp.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="112" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-280xCPRFn0k/Trk6ADO_ItI/AAAAAAAADNw/CVTr496JlYM/s200/_casal+comp.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Entretanto essa linguagem de July, muito pessoal e poética, foram tão assimiladas e difundidas em pequenos vídeos em youtubes e similares, que &lt;i&gt;O Futuro&lt;/i&gt; soa um pouco como &lt;i&gt;passado&lt;/i&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;As personagens seguem interessantes, (e bem interpretadas por &lt;b&gt;July&lt;/b&gt; e &lt;b&gt;Hamish Linklater&lt;/b&gt;) e seus conflitos também.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GiuqqCSDauk/Trk6Ied6GpI/AAAAAAAADN4/VDcWpvBnMjo/s1600/_gato.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="149" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GiuqqCSDauk/Trk6Ied6GpI/AAAAAAAADN4/VDcWpvBnMjo/s200/_gato.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Entretanto a narração feita por um gato a ser adotado por esse casal e o crescente de acontecimentos imaginários ou um pouco fora do real acabam soando mais como entretenimento e sem tanto a dizer.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tMslsSEFe-4/Trk7xs-1t5I/AAAAAAAADOQ/bxYRZ1ZNVDc/s1600/_brilho+peq.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tMslsSEFe-4/Trk7xs-1t5I/AAAAAAAADOQ/bxYRZ1ZNVDc/s1600/_brilho+peq.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Não tem uma abstração em nome da concretização de sentimentos e sensações como em &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Brilho Eterno de uma Mente sem Lembranças&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; de &lt;b&gt;Gondry&lt;/b&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-C-0sbc090Eo/Trk71vXZc3I/AAAAAAAADOY/LhItKcRNh1Y/s1600/_amelie+peq.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-C-0sbc090Eo/Trk71vXZc3I/AAAAAAAADOY/LhItKcRNh1Y/s1600/_amelie+peq.jpeg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Também não tem a estética fantasiosa de &lt;b&gt;Terry Gilliam&lt;/b&gt; ou a graça da filmografia de &lt;b&gt;Jeneut&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;ou ainda da grande revelação de&lt;b&gt; Marjane Satrapi&lt;/b&gt;:&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://diculturices.blogspot.com/2011/10/historia-de-amor-e-inspiracao-artistica.html"&gt;Frango com Ameixas&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hp8k6zdGAV0/Trk4OqIc2ZI/AAAAAAAADNQ/IIBDfK5As3Q/s1600/_miranda+janela.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="133" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hp8k6zdGAV0/Trk4OqIc2ZI/AAAAAAAADNQ/IIBDfK5As3Q/s200/_miranda+janela.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;O Futuro é um filme singelo, agradável, tem sua poesia, mas falta um algo a mais...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2041176634790356737-2607645436682277943?l=diculturices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diculturices.blogspot.com/feeds/2607645436682277943/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diculturices.blogspot.com/2011/11/o-futuro.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2041176634790356737/posts/default/2607645436682277943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2041176634790356737/posts/default/2607645436682277943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diculturices.blogspot.com/2011/11/o-futuro.html' title='O Futuro'/><author><name>Q</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09849892621282751008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zu12EtxF_iM/SWLSykk0XVI/AAAAAAAAAA8/wivbn0jhw40/S220/Q+nene+marela.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2GgOvvQeCfA/Trk4xSpZu_I/AAAAAAAADNg/S8LBhsywUng/s72-c/_cartaz+peq.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2041176634790356737.post-982504603783129750</id><published>2011-11-08T05:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-08T05:53:24.860-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Green</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-J5dc7V5axEs/TrkzI2pqYbI/AAAAAAAADMY/-sWohSWiqEk/s1600/_sophia.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-J5dc7V5axEs/TrkzI2pqYbI/AAAAAAAADMY/-sWohSWiqEk/s1600/_sophia.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Estréia na direção de longas da atriz &lt;b&gt;Sophia Takal&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Uma boa premissa e um olhar interessante, mas ainda falta maturidade e consistência...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-C8ujOzr0b1A/TrkzZmqZyVI/AAAAAAAADMo/cd7fYHgDC68/s1600/_casal+peq.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-C8ujOzr0b1A/TrkzZmqZyVI/AAAAAAAADMo/cd7fYHgDC68/s1600/_casal+peq.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Green&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; conta a história de uma intelectual de Nova Iorque que vai acompanhar o namorado em uma temporada no interior, onde ele se retira para escrever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CszhO0Y_jCg/TrkzVcoUSrI/AAAAAAAADMg/gjfvX1MFJhw/s1600/_mata+suspense.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CszhO0Y_jCg/TrkzVcoUSrI/AAAAAAAADMg/gjfvX1MFJhw/s1600/_mata+suspense.jpeg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Semelhanças com a obra prima de &lt;b&gt;Kubrick&lt;/b&gt;,&amp;nbsp;&lt;i style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;O Iluminado&lt;/i&gt;, reforçadas por alguns planos estranhos e vazios e uma trilha de suspense.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IjpN0A0ApWo/TrkzexS5laI/AAAAAAAADMw/HD5LiGY31zU/s1600/_trio.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IjpN0A0ApWo/TrkzexS5laI/AAAAAAAADMw/HD5LiGY31zU/s1600/_trio.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Porém o casal é interrompido pela vivacidade da vizinha, vivida pela própria Sophia, que apesar de sua ignorância se mostra uma pessoa ativa e interessada e conquista a atenção do casal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ambtMEjgi_4/Trkz1ou1M_I/AAAAAAAADNI/xD_E38gx6Iw/s1600/_sex.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ambtMEjgi_4/Trkz1ou1M_I/AAAAAAAADNI/xD_E38gx6Iw/s1600/_sex.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O conflito passa a ser a quebra na dinâmica a dois e o ciúme que ela vai gerar...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0coqNwsITjw/TrkztUEPdiI/AAAAAAAADNA/11jD4MdyxYM/s1600/_jardim.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="112" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0coqNwsITjw/TrkztUEPdiI/AAAAAAAADNA/11jD4MdyxYM/s200/_jardim.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A construção das personagens e da mise-en scène segue bem, mas falta se aprofundar e nos levar a algum lugar mais profundo e criativo, da maneira como &lt;i&gt;Green&lt;/i&gt; é contada, ao final acaba parecendo com boas intenções, mas um pouco vazio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2041176634790356737-982504603783129750?l=diculturices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diculturices.blogspot.com/feeds/982504603783129750/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diculturices.blogspot.com/2011/11/green.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2041176634790356737/posts/default/982504603783129750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2041176634790356737/posts/default/982504603783129750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diculturices.blogspot.com/2011/11/green.html' title='Green'/><author><name>Q</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09849892621282751008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zu12EtxF_iM/SWLSykk0XVI/AAAAAAAAAA8/wivbn0jhw40/S220/Q+nene+marela.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-J5dc7V5axEs/TrkzI2pqYbI/AAAAAAAADMY/-sWohSWiqEk/s72-c/_sophia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2041176634790356737.post-2097899697326232599</id><published>2011-11-07T05:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-07T05:39:03.251-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dias Verdes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--1RPdlOboQM/TrfbRegvVsI/AAAAAAAADLY/VYE5nwsriYE/s1600/_cartaz.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="116" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--1RPdlOboQM/TrfbRegvVsI/AAAAAAAADLY/VYE5nwsriYE/s200/_cartaz.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Filha mais jovem de um dos principais cineastas iranianos da atualidade, &lt;b&gt;Mohsen Makhmalbaf&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;Hana&lt;/b&gt; apresenta em &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Dias Verdes&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; seus sentimentos de paixão e rebeldia juvenis em meio a um país em difícil situação.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pRtVpEOZD0Q/Trfd9qORwjI/AAAAAAAADMQ/z8b73MINxZI/s1600/_mohsen+so.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pRtVpEOZD0Q/Trfd9qORwjI/AAAAAAAADMQ/z8b73MINxZI/s1600/_mohsen+so.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Apresentado na &lt;b&gt;35a Mostra Internacional de Cinema&lt;/b&gt; pelo próprio Mohsen (homenageado do ano), os &lt;b&gt;Makhmalbafs&lt;/b&gt; denunciam a situação ditatorial de violência, censura e repressão em que vive o Irã atualmente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SKGMx-fGna0/TrfcCtSFeSI/AAAAAAAADLo/-rsG2MiSnbs/s1600/_multidao.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SKGMx-fGna0/TrfcCtSFeSI/AAAAAAAADLo/-rsG2MiSnbs/s1600/_multidao.jpeg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As dezenas de filmes confiscados, as centenas de artistas presos, os milhares de cidadãos reprimidos e massacrados... &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(ilustrado por outro destaque da Mostra: &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Isto não é um filme&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, de &lt;b&gt;Panahi&lt;/b&gt;, em breve em cartaz em SP).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZAHXYsWyx5M/TrfcHVk59AI/AAAAAAAADLw/e_XKzH5db7A/s1600/_sacada.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZAHXYsWyx5M/TrfcHVk59AI/AAAAAAAADLw/e_XKzH5db7A/s1600/_sacada.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;Dias Verdes&lt;/i&gt; documenta o processo de campanha e apuração das últimas eleições no Irã, em 2009, na qual, após a derrota, Ahmadinejad aplicou um golpe de estado para se manter no poder, onde segue a &amp;nbsp;custa de muita violência e vidas de inocentes (como o próprio filme mostra).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GbStF9UtWTY/TrfcOSp8L3I/AAAAAAAADL4/Qh5chN-Oqkw/s1600/_hana+taxi.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GbStF9UtWTY/TrfcOSp8L3I/AAAAAAAADL4/Qh5chN-Oqkw/s1600/_hana+taxi.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hana Makhmalbaf &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(foto) &lt;/span&gt;registra cenas de pessoas nas ruas, no seu cotidiano, em manifestações e se coloca em meio a essa realidade: dá seus depoimentos, mostra seu universo artístico com um grupo de teatro, revela o processo de seu filme e de seus sentimentos...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VKmux7VYtkQ/TrfcyBHlJhI/AAAAAAAADMA/BeM6kRCn7c4/s1600/_cartaz+menor.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VKmux7VYtkQ/TrfcyBHlJhI/AAAAAAAADMA/BeM6kRCn7c4/s1600/_cartaz+menor.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como já disse, a Mostra não é só uma janela para novas histórias e linguagens, mas também para conhecimento de outros lugares, outras geografias, outras histórias, outros pontos de vista...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Alguns muito necessários. Como este.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://0.gvt0.com/vi/EACJQzLH-BA/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/EACJQzLH-BA&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/EACJQzLH-BA&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2041176634790356737-2097899697326232599?l=diculturices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diculturices.blogspot.com/feeds/2097899697326232599/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diculturices.blogspot.com/2011/11/dias-verdes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2041176634790356737/posts/default/2097899697326232599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2041176634790356737/posts/default/2097899697326232599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diculturices.blogspot.com/2011/11/dias-verdes.html' title='Dias Verdes'/><author><name>Q</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09849892621282751008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zu12EtxF_iM/SWLSykk0XVI/AAAAAAAAAA8/wivbn0jhw40/S220/Q+nene+marela.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--1RPdlOboQM/TrfbRegvVsI/AAAAAAAADLY/VYE5nwsriYE/s72-c/_cartaz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2041176634790356737.post-5158563342843282994</id><published>2011-11-07T04:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-07T05:00:25.905-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cut</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CgSDMwPtctM/TrfVTDbLGtI/AAAAAAAADKg/oiCmJVCZJU0/s1600/_cartaz.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CgSDMwPtctM/TrfVTDbLGtI/AAAAAAAADKg/oiCmJVCZJU0/s1600/_cartaz.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;O iraniano &lt;b&gt;Amir Naderi&lt;/b&gt; mostra seu amor ao cinema e homenageia em particular o cinema japonês em seu novo filme &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Cut&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F7RiEJufH6I/TrfVZdSPp2I/AAAAAAAADKo/-_LPJ9KnjBQ/s1600/_cineclue.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F7RiEJufH6I/TrfVZdSPp2I/AAAAAAAADKo/-_LPJ9KnjBQ/s1600/_cineclue.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Em &lt;i&gt;Cut&lt;/i&gt;, o protagonista Shuji, vivido por &lt;b&gt;Hidetoshi Nishijima&lt;/b&gt;, da obra-prima de Kitano&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://diculturices.blogspot.com/2010/04/dolls-kitano.html" style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dolls&lt;/a&gt;, é um cinéfilo, organizador de um cineclube, manifestante anti-cinema-comercial e em pró de cinema de autor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_WVwlx6i_yw/TrfVvz9pvEI/AAAAAAAADLI/-H9EqsvSh7g/s1600/_espelho.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="120" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_WVwlx6i_yw/TrfVvz9pvEI/AAAAAAAADLI/-H9EqsvSh7g/s200/_espelho.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ele sai às ruas como um manifestante mostrando sua paixão destemida e sua obstinação em divulgar o cinema que admira: Ozu, Mizogushi, Kurosawa, John Ford, Buster Keaton, Hitchcock, Fellini, Glauber, Welles...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-361pG-4nUK8/TrfVqIEQK9I/AAAAAAAADLA/wMTEJ-jaIUY/s1600/_com+menina.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-361pG-4nUK8/TrfVqIEQK9I/AAAAAAAADLA/wMTEJ-jaIUY/s1600/_com+menina.jpeg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Porém a homenagem fica mais em nível de citações e declarações, a história contada dialoga com filmes japoneses de máfia, já que Shuji tem que pagar uma dívida deixada por seu irmão e usa seu corpo para isso.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kDHlEOkbNtY/TrfVkOC4LZI/AAAAAAAADK4/1FyPPQ9ziKQ/s1600/_projecao.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kDHlEOkbNtY/TrfVkOC4LZI/AAAAAAAADK4/1FyPPQ9ziKQ/s1600/_projecao.jpeg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;O mérito de ser inquietante, chamar atenção, fazer pensar e citar tem seu vigor. Também a poesia de algumas cenas belíssimas, como os túmulos de cineastas japoneses ou Shuji se contorcendo de dor e sendo acariciado por imagens projetadas em seu corpo.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kyYh3f5HDdA/TrfVf3VlU-I/AAAAAAAADKw/SlWBIm4agv0/s1600/_menina.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kyYh3f5HDdA/TrfVf3VlU-I/AAAAAAAADKw/SlWBIm4agv0/s1600/_menina.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Entretanto, a&amp;nbsp;potência e a violência dessas cenas muitas vezes se tornam gratuitas e o vigor da homenagem se diluem com o sangue escorrido...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2041176634790356737-5158563342843282994?l=diculturices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diculturices.blogspot.com/feeds/5158563342843282994/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diculturices.blogspot.com/2011/11/cut.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2041176634790356737/posts/default/5158563342843282994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2041176634790356737/posts/default/5158563342843282994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diculturices.blogspot.com/2011/11/cut.html' title='Cut'/><author><name>Q</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09849892621282751008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zu12EtxF_iM/SWLSykk0XVI/AAAAAAAAAA8/wivbn0jhw40/S220/Q+nene+marela.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CgSDMwPtctM/TrfVTDbLGtI/AAAAAAAADKg/oiCmJVCZJU0/s72-c/_cartaz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2041176634790356737.post-5029857355426749463</id><published>2011-11-07T04:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-07T04:38:51.325-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blowfish (o baiacu taiwandes)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SdNNHkMt1Dw/TrfQyu_1zNI/AAAAAAAADKA/QFmau3ucXqE/s1600/_cartaz.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SdNNHkMt1Dw/TrfQyu_1zNI/AAAAAAAADKA/QFmau3ucXqE/s1600/_cartaz.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sem indicações me aventurei por mais esse exemplar do oriente: &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Blowfish&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; de &lt;b&gt;Chi Yuarn Lee&lt;/b&gt; de Taiwan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3r1a_17v458/TrfQ81GBW0I/AAAAAAAADKI/7eQTxAbLusM/s1600/_com+peixe.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="133" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3r1a_17v458/TrfQ81GBW0I/AAAAAAAADKI/7eQTxAbLusM/s200/_com+peixe.jpeg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Filme interessante onde uma jovem muda sua vida monótona de ascensorista após descobrir uma traição de seu namorado. O único ser a quem ela se mantém apegada é um peixe, que tenta vender, mas que não tem coragem.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;O novo comprador, um solitário técnico de basebal, passa a ser seu novo companheiro. Em uma história silenciosa, envolta por traumas e segredos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ba22YbXJSMI/TrfRB5hCvxI/AAAAAAAADKQ/kVokFjfA4bI/s1600/_tres.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="133" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ba22YbXJSMI/TrfRB5hCvxI/AAAAAAAADKQ/kVokFjfA4bI/s200/_tres.jpeg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A antiga relação desse técnico se torna um jogo, uma sedução e uma ameaça para a jovem e a história vai se construindo e se aprofundando pouco a pouco ao redor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qisUDiB3qFU/TrfRFvxy6nI/AAAAAAAADKY/74W5IlmVXRI/s1600/_sozinha.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="133" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qisUDiB3qFU/TrfRFvxy6nI/AAAAAAAADKY/74W5IlmVXRI/s200/_sozinha.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Poética, delicada e bonita é essa construção. Falta um aprofundamento e sobram algumas cenas mais clichês, mas no geral o filme é muito bom, valeu a experiência!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2041176634790356737-5029857355426749463?l=diculturices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diculturices.blogspot.com/feeds/5029857355426749463/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diculturices.blogspot.com/2011/11/blowfish-o-baiacu-taiwandes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2041176634790356737/posts/default/5029857355426749463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2041176634790356737/posts/default/5029857355426749463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diculturices.blogspot.com/2011/11/blowfish-o-baiacu-taiwandes.html' title='Blowfish (o baiacu taiwandes)'/><author><name>Q</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09849892621282751008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zu12EtxF_iM/SWLSykk0XVI/AAAAAAAAAA8/wivbn0jhw40/S220/Q+nene+marela.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SdNNHkMt1Dw/TrfQyu_1zNI/AAAAAAAADKA/QFmau3ucXqE/s72-c/_cartaz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2041176634790356737.post-4890969702485686832</id><published>2011-11-06T11:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-06T12:00:51.724-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fausto</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sokurov&lt;/b&gt; já é um nome importante entre aqueles que acompanham a &lt;b&gt;Mostra Internacional de Cinema de São Paulo&lt;/b&gt;. Ali apresentou títulos como o badalado&amp;nbsp;&lt;b style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Arca Russa&lt;/b&gt;;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5Ewk3qAvhrs/Trbm-yGpeaI/AAAAAAAADJ4/DgB2u8qCDkY/s1600/_pai+f.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5Ewk3qAvhrs/Trbm-yGpeaI/AAAAAAAADJ4/DgB2u8qCDkY/s1600/_pai+f.jpeg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O interessante &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;O Sol&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;; o excelente&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Pai e Filho&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TB0FkfNGvqs/TrbmSuFeRSI/AAAAAAAADJY/gM-TwJV2gek/s1600/_fausto+perfil.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TB0FkfNGvqs/TrbmSuFeRSI/AAAAAAAADJY/gM-TwJV2gek/s200/_fausto+perfil.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;E agora o belo &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Fausto&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, vencedor do Leão de Ouro em &lt;b&gt;Veneza&lt;/b&gt; em 2011.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Difícil e ousada é a missão de Sokurov de adaptar a história de &lt;b&gt;Goethe&lt;/b&gt;, mas o diretor cumpre sua missão apresentando belíssimas imagens;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uAI77toONvQ/TrbmanjRcPI/AAAAAAAADJg/TZOkROxGD1g/s1600/_paisagem+peq.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uAI77toONvQ/TrbmanjRcPI/AAAAAAAADJg/TZOkROxGD1g/s1600/_paisagem+peq.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(primoroso trabalho de animação na abertura do filme e competente trabalho de direção de arte e fotografia);&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SMiAZzhxvmE/TrbmjFDZ51I/AAAAAAAADJo/BNCoAU401ic/s1600/_dois.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SMiAZzhxvmE/TrbmjFDZ51I/AAAAAAAADJo/BNCoAU401ic/s1600/_dois.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Interpretações densas e precisas, ritmo intenso, drama crescente com as questões profundas de vida, morte e amor trazidas por Goethe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-x7LYbYJ04nQ/Trbmr2cAF1I/AAAAAAAADJw/ZkM56CF4vGc/s1600/_fausto+chapeu.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-x7LYbYJ04nQ/Trbmr2cAF1I/AAAAAAAADJw/ZkM56CF4vGc/s200/_fausto+chapeu.jpg" width="137" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;O filme tem uma linguagem difícil e cansativa, é preciso uma entrega, mas a recompensa vale!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2041176634790356737-4890969702485686832?l=diculturices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diculturices.blogspot.com/feeds/4890969702485686832/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diculturices.blogspot.com/2011/11/fausto.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2041176634790356737/posts/default/4890969702485686832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2041176634790356737/posts/default/4890969702485686832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diculturices.blogspot.com/2011/11/fausto.html' title='Fausto'/><author><name>Q</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09849892621282751008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zu12EtxF_iM/SWLSykk0XVI/AAAAAAAAAA8/wivbn0jhw40/S220/Q+nene+marela.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5Ewk3qAvhrs/Trbm-yGpeaI/AAAAAAAADJ4/DgB2u8qCDkY/s72-c/_pai+f.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2041176634790356737.post-3667898679061655989</id><published>2011-11-06T11:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-06T11:36:45.318-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Attenberg</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Não é a toa que esse filme da jovem diretora grega &lt;b&gt;Athina Tsangari&lt;/b&gt; me lembrou o filme de &lt;b&gt;Giorgos Lanthimos&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;i style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://diculturices.blogspot.com/2010/05/dente-canino-de-lanthimos.html"&gt;Canino&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/i&gt;Afinal, ela também estava envolvida na produção e aqui ele participa como ator.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-j4GOPZbfzPE/Trbf4rM_ELI/AAAAAAAADIQ/_V6o9XABTpM/s1600/_cartqaz.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-j4GOPZbfzPE/Trbf4rM_ELI/AAAAAAAADIQ/_V6o9XABTpM/s1600/_cartqaz.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Nos dois filmes vemos conflitos densos a partir de personagens nada convencionais. Em &lt;i&gt;Canino&lt;/i&gt;, a premissa do pai que isola sua família do resto do mundo parece justificar um pouco a estranheza das personagens. Mas aqui, em &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Attenberg&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, a premissa não é tão justificável.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--XMmefLqQyE/TrbgvhTqx5I/AAAAAAAADIw/wXlnfIWMX04/s1600/_pai+hospital.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--XMmefLqQyE/TrbgvhTqx5I/AAAAAAAADIw/wXlnfIWMX04/s200/_pai+hospital.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Até vemos o mesmo isolamento familiar, mas ele está apenas no comportamento: uma filha que acompanha o tratamento de seu pai em fase terminal e se despede dele, buscando sua emancipação.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Precisa e belamente interpretada pela jovem &lt;b&gt;Ariane Labed&lt;/b&gt;, que inclusive ganhou prêmio de atriz em &lt;b&gt;Veneza&lt;/b&gt; por esse trabalho:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4hYWlzJuR80/Trbg7GimO-I/AAAAAAAADI4/V7gQgP2SaO8/s1600/_beijo+hom.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4hYWlzJuR80/Trbg7GimO-I/AAAAAAAADI4/V7gQgP2SaO8/s1600/_beijo+hom.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A protagonista, a jovem Marina, de 23 anos, tenta se desligar do pai, descobrindo e explorando sua própria sexualidade, até então abafada.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NDvUyjwQmpU/TrbhMqd1sjI/AAAAAAAADJA/28eE2JAT5oI/s1600/_+peitos.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NDvUyjwQmpU/TrbhMqd1sjI/AAAAAAAADJA/28eE2JAT5oI/s1600/_+peitos.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ela age com uma espontaneidade e uma excentricidade, como se de uma criança que não se relacionou com o mundo - parece até uma continuação de &lt;i&gt;Canino&lt;/i&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-46J8-GVWWDM/Trbgg50TWeI/AAAAAAAADIg/yZZEYS6ifYY/s1600/_danc%25CC%25A7a.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-46J8-GVWWDM/Trbgg50TWeI/AAAAAAAADIg/yZZEYS6ifYY/s1600/_danc%25CC%25A7a.jpeg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;E é nessa excentricidade que está o frescor, a força, a sedução do filme: há quadros quase que de um musical, onde Marina e sua melhor amiga fazem passos de uma espécie de dança contemporânea;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5JJhUBCz5sI/TrbgofLCzaI/AAAAAAAADIo/Kh1Pe6myocg/s1600/_bicho+com+pai.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="109" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5JJhUBCz5sI/TrbgofLCzaI/AAAAAAAADIo/Kh1Pe6myocg/s200/_bicho+com+pai.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Há diálogos desencontrados e poéticos; há cenas em que as personagens se relacionam como animais, se aproximando do programa de animais, comandado por &lt;i&gt;Attenberg&lt;/i&gt;, que dá nome ao filme...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fMkdzTQbZM4/TrbgZ_yaRNI/AAAAAAAADIY/oJPZrzbMmWU/s1600/_beijo+e+lingua.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fMkdzTQbZM4/TrbgZ_yaRNI/AAAAAAAADIY/oJPZrzbMmWU/s200/_beijo+e+lingua.jpg" width="80" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fMkdzTQbZM4/TrbgZ_yaRNI/AAAAAAAADIY/oJPZrzbMmWU/s1600/_beijo+e+lingua.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De maneira nada convencional, Athina fala de temas profundos como a morte e o incesto e traz representações performáticas, artificiais, mas ao mesmo tempo muito verdadeiras. Bastante estranho, mas bastante interessante! Seguem os gregos nos instigando!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2041176634790356737-3667898679061655989?l=diculturices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diculturices.blogspot.com/feeds/3667898679061655989/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diculturices.blogspot.com/2011/11/attenberg.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2041176634790356737/posts/default/3667898679061655989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2041176634790356737/posts/default/3667898679061655989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diculturices.blogspot.com/2011/11/attenberg.html' title='Attenberg'/><author><name>Q</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09849892621282751008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zu12EtxF_iM/SWLSykk0XVI/AAAAAAAAAA8/wivbn0jhw40/S220/Q+nene+marela.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-j4GOPZbfzPE/Trbf4rM_ELI/AAAAAAAADIQ/_V6o9XABTpM/s72-c/_cartqaz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2041176634790356737.post-8501689835263375633</id><published>2011-11-04T19:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T19:24:50.231-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Respirar</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--qy6YRtdmPs/TrSdkmTvxyI/AAAAAAAADHk/Po63YdifW1E/s1600/_diretor+cartaz.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="120" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--qy6YRtdmPs/TrSdkmTvxyI/AAAAAAAADHk/Po63YdifW1E/s200/_diretor+cartaz.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Primeiro filme do ator austríaco &lt;b&gt;Karl Markovics&lt;/b&gt;. Talvez venha daí o talento do casting e a primorosa direção de atores.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mas os méritos do filme não param aí: tema delicado sobre prisão juvenil, ser órfão, ser doado, ser contraventor, ser rebelde, buscar ar...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PmurRRaJAvo/TrSeAZYp2kI/AAAAAAAADH8/qW27phOkcTg/s1600/_prot.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PmurRRaJAvo/TrSeAZYp2kI/AAAAAAAADH8/qW27phOkcTg/s1600/_prot.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A história de um jovem de 19 anos que está para terminar uma pena de alguns anos, devido a crime que cometeu anos atrás.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A maneira dura como ele interage com seus colegas de prisão, com seu tutor, com colegas de um trabalho que inicia em um necrotério... Tudo ao redor é cinza e ele tem uma atração intrigante por essa morbidez.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UgAr7rG0vis/TrSd3ekb_0I/AAAAAAAADH0/bi7Y2MwFVPE/s1600/_+mae+outdoor.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="133" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UgAr7rG0vis/TrSd3ekb_0I/AAAAAAAADH0/bi7Y2MwFVPE/s200/_+mae+outdoor.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talvez por não se identificar com as coisas coloridas e alegres, talvez por não se sentir pertencer, talvez por sonhar em ir pra longe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pTqWieo1_jY/TrSdtgLxS7I/AAAAAAAADHs/5knE0fF5VEg/s1600/_policial+peq.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pTqWieo1_jY/TrSdtgLxS7I/AAAAAAAADHs/5knE0fF5VEg/s1600/_policial+peq.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A história de Kogler vai sendo contada aos poucos, como em um quebra-cabeças, e o silêncio e as lacunas que sentimos vão nos estimulando, a aridez instiga e ao mesmo tempo sufoca um pouco no decorrer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3IqlZitgzao/TrSeH3aBUvI/AAAAAAAADIE/gVtg5wv0CM4/s1600/_natacao.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="72" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3IqlZitgzao/TrSeH3aBUvI/AAAAAAAADIE/gVtg5wv0CM4/s200/_natacao.jpeg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Até que o paralelo do título, das aulas de natação de Kogler e o desejo de mais ar e brilho nesse universo árido e cinza ganham sentido com a história de seu passado...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Bom filme. Eleito melhor filme pelo júri na &lt;b&gt;35a Mostra&lt;/b&gt; (o que talvez eu discorde, já que entre os que vi eu preferi&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://diculturices.blogspot.com/2011/10/oslo-31-de-agosto.html" style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oslo, 31 de Agosto&lt;/a&gt;, por exemplo), mas de qualquer maneira um filme que merece ser visto!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2041176634790356737-8501689835263375633?l=diculturices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diculturices.blogspot.com/feeds/8501689835263375633/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diculturices.blogspot.com/2011/11/respirar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2041176634790356737/posts/default/8501689835263375633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2041176634790356737/posts/default/8501689835263375633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diculturices.blogspot.com/2011/11/respirar.html' title='Respirar'/><author><name>Q</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09849892621282751008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zu12EtxF_iM/SWLSykk0XVI/AAAAAAAAAA8/wivbn0jhw40/S220/Q+nene+marela.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--qy6YRtdmPs/TrSdkmTvxyI/AAAAAAAADHk/Po63YdifW1E/s72-c/_diretor+cartaz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2041176634790356737.post-8407461502675770232</id><published>2011-11-04T10:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T10:31:29.553-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Combat Girls</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TpoEvt66Glk/TrQfZfrd2GI/AAAAAAAADGc/ImyESkHTYnY/s1600/_cartaz.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TpoEvt66Glk/TrQfZfrd2GI/AAAAAAAADGc/ImyESkHTYnY/s200/_cartaz.jpg" width="142" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Drama instigante do alemão &lt;b&gt;David Wnendt&lt;/b&gt;, em que se aventura no polêmico tema da intolerância e diferença de culturas a partir de um grupo de jovens neonazistas na Alemanha.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kua9aFgb48Y/TrQfnys9BcI/AAAAAAAADGs/I5uPnSP2-lw/s1600/_imigra.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="80" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kua9aFgb48Y/TrQfnys9BcI/AAAAAAAADGs/I5uPnSP2-lw/s200/_imigra.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Difícil estar próximo de personagens que ridicularizam, maltratam e chegam a matar pessoas de outros países, etnias, culturas, opiniões.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ndvMYUT0wqY/TrQfgSkV0qI/AAAAAAAADGk/ivWU0fuO-2A/s1600/_protagnos.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ndvMYUT0wqY/TrQfgSkV0qI/AAAAAAAADGk/ivWU0fuO-2A/s1600/_protagnos.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mas o filme traz as &lt;b style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Combat Girls &lt;/b&gt;e suas&amp;nbsp;personagens fortes e vibrantes, atuações muito boas (rendendo prêmios na &lt;b&gt;Mostra&lt;/b&gt;, inclusive);&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MAC2_Hg8pNM/TrQggv8EvZI/AAAAAAAADHE/adndMGVfwNk/s1600/_bus+peq.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MAC2_Hg8pNM/TrQggv8EvZI/AAAAAAAADHE/adndMGVfwNk/s1600/_bus+peq.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;E uma câmera e linguagem tão vigorosa, que nos interessamos por elas e queremos saber mais e mais, até pra entender seus pontos de vista, buscar humanidade em pontos de vista tão desumanos...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lb1F-UqoXvk/TrQg0f__QZI/AAAAAAAADHU/wpdULb0_XKI/s1600/_prot.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lb1F-UqoXvk/TrQg0f__QZI/AAAAAAAADHU/wpdULb0_XKI/s1600/_prot.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas o filme não chega a fazer um embate de idéias e nem defende ou condena pontos de vista.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-o_aEykKBbLk/TrQg7Gg5GkI/AAAAAAAADHc/cwx6vCv8OR4/s1600/_duas.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-o_aEykKBbLk/TrQg7Gg5GkI/AAAAAAAADHc/cwx6vCv8OR4/s1600/_duas.jpeg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Ele mostra as idéias e ideais desse grupo nazi, mostra suas atitudes violentas e intolerantes e mostra o peso na consciência da protagonista pelos males que causa.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3FkPIGgB2QQ/TrQfvWGVJfI/AAAAAAAADG0/RpQb4CE1keQ/s1600/_deitadas+praia.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3FkPIGgB2QQ/TrQfvWGVJfI/AAAAAAAADG0/RpQb4CE1keQ/s1600/_deitadas+praia.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mostra também um caminho sem volta em que ela se coloca, mas sem melodramaticidade e sem muita redenção ou reavaliação de seus atos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Combat Girls&lt;/i&gt; acompanha a secura e dureza desses jovens sem muito amor e respeito aos próximos e aí está seu impacto e qualidade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4M2M-KODz3o/TrQgqlNlQ1I/AAAAAAAADHM/FlN4oj2mETQ/s1600/_prot+praia.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4M2M-KODz3o/TrQgqlNlQ1I/AAAAAAAADHM/FlN4oj2mETQ/s1600/_prot+praia.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Realmente vale a pena como um recorte e mesmo sem que ele nos envolva a nos aproximar tão intimamente das personagens, nos dá material para muitas e profundas reflexões.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;O jovem diretor David Wnendt cumpriu bem o desafio, esperemos os seguintes...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2041176634790356737-8407461502675770232?l=diculturices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diculturices.blogspot.com/feeds/8407461502675770232/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diculturices.blogspot.com/2011/11/combat-girls.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2041176634790356737/posts/default/8407461502675770232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2041176634790356737/posts/default/8407461502675770232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diculturices.blogspot.com/2011/11/combat-girls.html' title='Combat Girls'/><author><name>Q</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09849892621282751008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zu12EtxF_iM/SWLSykk0XVI/AAAAAAAAAA8/wivbn0jhw40/S220/Q+nene+marela.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TpoEvt66Glk/TrQfZfrd2GI/AAAAAAAADGc/ImyESkHTYnY/s72-c/_cartaz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2041176634790356737.post-1563764235855117150</id><published>2011-11-04T09:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T09:43:02.392-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Elena</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Fu3IC-me09w/TrQSiSVAiaI/AAAAAAAADFc/xHcdqM1m2WM/s1600/_retorno.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Fu3IC-me09w/TrQSiSVAiaI/AAAAAAAADFc/xHcdqM1m2WM/s1600/_retorno.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Conheci o diretor russo &lt;b&gt;Andrei Zvyagintsev&lt;/b&gt; em seu longa de estréia &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;O Retorno&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; em outra edição da &lt;b&gt;Mostra&lt;/b&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WTpUCO3rrfE/TrQUtHIxS4I/AAAAAAAADFk/77UD0S9Ka1s/s1600/_cartaz.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WTpUCO3rrfE/TrQUtHIxS4I/AAAAAAAADFk/77UD0S9Ka1s/s1600/_cartaz.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quase dez anos depois, Andrei volta com &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Elena&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Novamente um filme dramático, com personagens duras, lacônicas, graves. Narrativa construída pouco a pouco, com tempos lentos e envolventes e diferentes camadas de intenções, sentimentos, motivações...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rVuOQ11rbSg/TrQU2dC8lxI/AAAAAAAADFs/Qfs50YN1d9w/s1600/_elena+marido+peq.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rVuOQ11rbSg/TrQU2dC8lxI/AAAAAAAADFs/Qfs50YN1d9w/s1600/_elena+marido+peq.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Porém em &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Elena&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; vão havendo tantas surpresas e ao mesmo pouca revelação: o convívio entre Elena e seu marido rico e sovina, suas opiniões sobre a desamorosa e cruel filha dele;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dAhJZQaEdMo/TrQU6IjgzGI/AAAAAAAADF0/eFUWzbmZYc8/s1600/_elena+neto.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dAhJZQaEdMo/TrQU6IjgzGI/AAAAAAAADF0/eFUWzbmZYc8/s1600/_elena+neto.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ou sobre o filho vagabundo da própria Elena e seus netos, que esperam, sem nenhum esforço, sair da vida precária em que vivem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todo esse contexto em um desenrolar dado a partir da debilidade da saúde do marido de Elena.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sdHUbxLc0RI/TrQVEGdmsBI/AAAAAAAADGE/fVTBKwT0AOQ/s1600/_elena+deitada.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sdHUbxLc0RI/TrQVEGdmsBI/AAAAAAAADGE/fVTBKwT0AOQ/s1600/_elena+deitada.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Esperamos ver surgir sentimentos diante de camadas de ressentimentos, frustrações, avareza, preguiça, cobiça, luxúria, tédio...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mas os sentimentos não vem. A maldade das personagens é o que impera e por um lado instiga, mas por outro chega ao limite do verossímil, e com isso me afasta um pouco...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-l6g4TY6_5Zg/TrQU_fH2b1I/AAAAAAAADF8/CEiLeOW1KcY/s1600/_elena+paisagem.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="102" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-l6g4TY6_5Zg/TrQU_fH2b1I/AAAAAAAADF8/CEiLeOW1KcY/s200/_elena+paisagem.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Apesar de diferentes personagens, acontecimentos e curvas, o filme para mim parece monocórdico, o que é pelos cenários ou de um apartamento de classe alta sem personalidade ou por bairros periféricos.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0vrnWGaCfa0/TrQVNrX_XqI/AAAAAAAADGM/XIRKhKP-Au0/s1600/_elena+sofre.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0vrnWGaCfa0/TrQVNrX_XqI/AAAAAAAADGM/XIRKhKP-Au0/s1600/_elena+sofre.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A repetição também é frisada pelo som e, principalmente, pela foto, sempre azulada.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DfY6ltCj7v4/TrQVe3SxjfI/AAAAAAAADGU/jHfmThHcevo/s1600/_elena+trem.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DfY6ltCj7v4/TrQVe3SxjfI/AAAAAAAADGU/jHfmThHcevo/s1600/_elena+trem.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Fica o excelente trabalho de tempos, dado tanto pelas boas interpretações, em especial da protagonista, vivida por &lt;b&gt;Nadezhda Markina&lt;/b&gt;,&amp;nbsp;quanto pelo roteiro e pela montagem...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2041176634790356737-1563764235855117150?l=diculturices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diculturices.blogspot.com/feeds/1563764235855117150/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diculturices.blogspot.com/2011/11/elena.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2041176634790356737/posts/default/1563764235855117150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2041176634790356737/posts/default/1563764235855117150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diculturices.blogspot.com/2011/11/elena.html' title='Elena'/><author><name>Q</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09849892621282751008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zu12EtxF_iM/SWLSykk0XVI/AAAAAAAAAA8/wivbn0jhw40/S220/Q+nene+marela.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Fu3IC-me09w/TrQSiSVAiaI/AAAAAAAADFc/xHcdqM1m2WM/s72-c/_retorno.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2041176634790356737.post-6657952054665753498</id><published>2011-11-03T06:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-03T06:10:37.422-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Day He Arrives</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FVbIt-WaVfM/TrKSaE-p9FI/AAAAAAAADE0/ywc6tFVcm5k/s1600/_cartaz.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FVbIt-WaVfM/TrKSaE-p9FI/AAAAAAAADE0/ywc6tFVcm5k/s200/_cartaz.jpg" width="140" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Interessante filme do sul coreano &lt;b&gt;Sang-soo Hong&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iwI6hefdWUY/TrKSg4pzKeI/AAAAAAAADE8/u21jRqm-obQ/s1600/_+bar.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="121" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iwI6hefdWUY/TrKSg4pzKeI/AAAAAAAADE8/u21jRqm-obQ/s200/_+bar.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Com uma premissa e situações simples: cineasta de uma província vai a Seul encontrar um crítico de cinema. Ali ele participa de várias conversas de bar, mas mais do que isso ele mostra sentimentos e pensamentos à flor da pele.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Tfi-vFBnNeU/TrKSlX6HjVI/AAAAAAAADFE/-Y-y2Er78W0/s1600/_casal+arrebatamento.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="72" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Tfi-vFBnNeU/TrKSlX6HjVI/AAAAAAAADFE/-Y-y2Er78W0/s200/_casal+arrebatamento.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;De maneira estranha, com atropelos, arrebatamentos, radicalismos... Ora prosaico, ora intenso, o protagonista fala sobre cinema, sobre relações e sobre o amor...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-518PRBoojHY/TrKStXMoidI/AAAAAAAADFM/AcjrgmbLXv0/s1600/_+casal+neve.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="112" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-518PRBoojHY/TrKStXMoidI/AAAAAAAADFM/AcjrgmbLXv0/s200/_+casal+neve.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;E mais sugere e aponta, do que constrói propriamente... E aí está a originalidade e o interesse em &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Day He Arrives&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2041176634790356737-6657952054665753498?l=diculturices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diculturices.blogspot.com/feeds/6657952054665753498/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diculturices.blogspot.com/2011/11/day-he-arrives.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2041176634790356737/posts/default/6657952054665753498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2041176634790356737/posts/default/6657952054665753498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diculturices.blogspot.com/2011/11/day-he-arrives.html' title='The Day He Arrives'/><author><name>Q</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09849892621282751008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zu12EtxF_iM/SWLSykk0XVI/AAAAAAAAAA8/wivbn0jhw40/S220/Q+nene+marela.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FVbIt-WaVfM/TrKSaE-p9FI/AAAAAAAADE0/ywc6tFVcm5k/s72-c/_cartaz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2041176634790356737.post-2924568209773383585</id><published>2011-11-02T14:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-02T15:00:30.899-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Las Acacias</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QaVyrog_5Ro/TrG8z5IJ5GI/AAAAAAAADEs/1HMnFqvTsvc/s1600/_3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QaVyrog_5Ro/TrG8z5IJ5GI/AAAAAAAADEs/1HMnFqvTsvc/s1600/_3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excelente estréia em longas do diretor argentino &lt;b&gt;Pablo Giorgelli&lt;/b&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Las Acacias&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; é um filme simples, singelo, delicado, mas extremamente humano e tocante.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Se aproxima de outros argentinos como &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;O Cachorro&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; de &lt;b&gt;Carlos Sorin&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;(que em seu&amp;nbsp;último,&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://diculturices.blogspot.com/2011/10/o-desaparecimento-do-gato.html"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Desaparecimento do Gato&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;,&amp;nbsp;já não se mostrou tão potente).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-b3v_Kb0X-3I/TrG73eBMNzI/AAAAAAAADEE/97j5bnXsDKM/s1600/_+central.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="136" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-b3v_Kb0X-3I/TrG73eBMNzI/AAAAAAAADEE/97j5bnXsDKM/s200/_+central.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;E me faz lembrar um pouco&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Central do Brasil&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;de&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;Walter Salles&lt;/b&gt;, apesar de mais adocicado e em linguagem mais clássica, mas também com personagem de um caminhoneiro pelas estradas latinoamericanas;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-C3m1UH6xlCM/TrG78dI7LdI/AAAAAAAADEM/RSh0AHBdf1o/s1600/_ruben.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-C3m1UH6xlCM/TrG78dI7LdI/AAAAAAAADEM/RSh0AHBdf1o/s1600/_ruben.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E que apresenta a dureza e gradual enternecimento de personagens como Dora, vivida por Fernanda Montenegro ou Rubén, vivido por Germán de Silva (foto ao lado).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-N6Tpc_qALng/TrG8gW2Bd1I/AAAAAAAADEU/DvdSaxWY2Tc/s1600/_+e+estrada.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="100" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-N6Tpc_qALng/TrG8gW2Bd1I/AAAAAAAADEU/DvdSaxWY2Tc/s200/_+e+estrada.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Las Acacias&lt;/i&gt; mostra a relação entre um caminhoneiro e uma mulher que tem que transportar do Paraguai até Buenos Aires.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZkyJ9IfGgGE/TrG8k6s7yZI/AAAAAAAADEc/g5m3T9JYUrk/s1600/_+nene.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="112" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZkyJ9IfGgGE/TrG8k6s7yZI/AAAAAAAADEc/g5m3T9JYUrk/s200/_+nene.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A mulher está com sua nenê de cinco meses (por sinal um achado de simpatia e entrega).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xzRJXAlWMOU/TrG8u6VXTPI/AAAAAAAADEk/eMnnI4JeVh0/s1600/_amamenta.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xzRJXAlWMOU/TrG8u6VXTPI/AAAAAAAADEk/eMnnI4JeVh0/s200/_amamenta.jpg" width="130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E isso causa alguns distúrbios na rotina do homem rude e desacostumado com companhias (e principalmente com choros inoportunos, paradas para amamentações e trocas de fralda etc)...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Não há grandes conflitos, ações ou reviravoltas, apenas a interação ali entre as três personagens. Mas essa interação é feita com intimidade, proximidade e simplicidade que encantam e envolvem de maneira sincera.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://2.gvt0.com/vi/D-fK1fKMEA4/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/D-fK1fKMEA4&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/D-fK1fKMEA4&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2041176634790356737-2924568209773383585?l=diculturices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diculturices.blogspot.com/feeds/2924568209773383585/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diculturices.blogspot.com/2011/11/las-acacias.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2041176634790356737/posts/default/2924568209773383585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2041176634790356737/posts/default/2924568209773383585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diculturices.blogspot.com/2011/11/las-acacias.html' title='Las Acacias'/><author><name>Q</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09849892621282751008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zu12EtxF_iM/SWLSykk0XVI/AAAAAAAAAA8/wivbn0jhw40/S220/Q+nene+marela.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QaVyrog_5Ro/TrG8z5IJ5GI/AAAAAAAADEs/1HMnFqvTsvc/s72-c/_3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2041176634790356737.post-7402984943884385862</id><published>2011-11-02T14:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-02T14:27:07.244-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Histórias da Insônia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-38ZPnk8_jT8/TrGzis4EXpI/AAAAAAAADDc/4QLkCabFwxw/s1600/0+camerinha.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-38ZPnk8_jT8/TrGzis4EXpI/AAAAAAAADDc/4QLkCabFwxw/s1600/0+camerinha.jpeg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Outro diretor desconhecido até então para mim é o cineasta independente&lt;b&gt; Jonas Mekas&lt;/b&gt;. Lituano de 88 anos, vive em Nova Iorque há tempos e se destaca ali por seu cinema documental-experimental, nessa Mostra apresentou uma interessante premissa:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Registrar suas andanças noturnas, que demonstram sua busca por coisas bonitas antes de dormir...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vK-LlYXbg2g/TrGznF1n3FI/AAAAAAAADDk/PWtVsG1Mp1Q/s1600/0+bjork.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="160" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vK-LlYXbg2g/TrGznF1n3FI/AAAAAAAADDk/PWtVsG1Mp1Q/s200/0+bjork.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nesses registros conversas, festas, bares, restaurantes... Amigos e personalidades como &lt;b&gt;Yoko Ohno&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;Björk&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;Louis Garrell&lt;/b&gt;, entre tantos outros...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Os diálogos super realistas são muitas vezes interessantes... Por suas temáticas, por sua simplicidade ou até por estarem desconexos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mmx5i0AFKgo/TrGz7EFCZGI/AAAAAAAADD0/iIunIga-_aE/s1600/0+letreiro.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mmx5i0AFKgo/TrGz7EFCZGI/AAAAAAAADD0/iIunIga-_aE/s1600/0+letreiro.jpeg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entretanto o filme para mim se excede em sua "despretensão" artística... O desejo documental que coloca os fragmentos acima de tudo, para mim resulta em uma pequena colcha de retalhos incômoda.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iHFOZwSTBV0/TrGzw8e_n0I/AAAAAAAADDs/s7VWm20y5U0/s1600/0+vinho.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="160" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iHFOZwSTBV0/TrGzw8e_n0I/AAAAAAAADDs/s7VWm20y5U0/s200/0+vinho.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A câmera é excessivamente despreocupada com aquilo que registra: não há foco, não há enquadre, não há cortes, não há edição de som... Ao menos nada disso se vê... (Claro que em não haver já há uma existência e nisso grandes complexidades e paradoxos, mas...)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Para mim acabam resultando em um filme tão descuidado, que me dá mais vontade de ir ler um livro, assistir a alguma entrevista das personagens que participam ali ou simplesmente buscar minhas próprias considerações sobre os tantos assuntos abordados...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Vi comparações desse filme com realities shows, porém com pessoas e assuntos interessantes, mas para mim, sem interesse em realities e em busca de experiências cinematográficas, a forma desenquadra o conteúdo, literalmente...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1nZXx-8RJbE/TrG0nUqZyxI/AAAAAAAADD8/amv0Go6AK2c/s1600/0+bilhete.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1nZXx-8RJbE/TrG0nUqZyxI/AAAAAAAADD8/amv0Go6AK2c/s1600/0+bilhete.jpeg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Talvez valha uma nova tentativa, pois a primeira foi reprovável.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #484848; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2041176634790356737-7402984943884385862?l=diculturices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diculturices.blogspot.com/feeds/7402984943884385862/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diculturices.blogspot.com/2011/11/historias-da-insonia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2041176634790356737/posts/default/7402984943884385862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2041176634790356737/posts/default/7402984943884385862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diculturices.blogspot.com/2011/11/historias-da-insonia.html' title='Histórias da Insônia'/><author><name>Q</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09849892621282751008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zu12EtxF_iM/SWLSykk0XVI/AAAAAAAAAA8/wivbn0jhw40/S220/Q+nene+marela.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-38ZPnk8_jT8/TrGzis4EXpI/AAAAAAAADDc/4QLkCabFwxw/s72-c/0+camerinha.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2041176634790356737.post-1815271035945580269</id><published>2011-11-02T13:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-02T13:53:23.334-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hanezu</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ainda não conhecia nada da cinematografia da jovem diretora japonesa &lt;b&gt;Naomi Kawase&lt;/b&gt; (apesar de diversos títulos de curtas, documentários e ficções, que até já lhe renderam retrospectivas por aqui...).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IKfFKb-_CTA/TrGtDGkETcI/AAAAAAAADDE/x0Gc_MFvRwE/s1600/_cartaz.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="134" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IKfFKb-_CTA/TrGtDGkETcI/AAAAAAAADDE/x0Gc_MFvRwE/s200/_cartaz.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me deparei então com seu longa mais recente na Mostra (&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;infelizmente com péssima cópia&lt;/span&gt;): &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Hanezu&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Filme intenso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Intensidade parece a palavra mais adequada pelo paralelo que traz entre uma história de personagens contemporâneas e lendas envolvendo a natureza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R9B5NovFRCY/TrGtTP-jZHI/AAAAAAAADDU/jfwL75upQgk/s1600/_escada.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="66" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R9B5NovFRCY/TrGtTP-jZHI/AAAAAAAADDU/jfwL75upQgk/s200/_escada.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Também pelas expressões densas das personagens, pela temática dramática e complexa de triângulos amorosos, decisões de vida, gestação, crises profissionais, etc e tudo tratado com sutileza e delicadeza.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SykietyQBC4/TrGtILkIsZI/AAAAAAAADDM/1wVeZMsvX6o/s1600/_tecido.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="133" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SykietyQBC4/TrGtILkIsZI/AAAAAAAADDM/1wVeZMsvX6o/s200/_tecido.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;O mais encantador do filme são os silêncios e as lacunas, aquilo que o filme te leva a preencher em personagens muito interessantes e nada convencionais. Nada dito, mas cheio de sentimentos e reflexões.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hanezu parece um filme extremamente poético e de grande profundidade.&amp;nbsp;Me deixou curiosa para adentrar mais no instigante universo de Kawase...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://2.gvt0.com/vi/78GzHaXxjyI/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/78GzHaXxjyI&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/78GzHaXxjyI&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2041176634790356737-1815271035945580269?l=diculturices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diculturices.blogspot.com/feeds/1815271035945580269/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diculturices.blogspot.com/2011/11/hanezu.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2041176634790356737/posts/default/1815271035945580269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2041176634790356737/posts/default/1815271035945580269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diculturices.blogspot.com/2011/11/hanezu.html' title='Hanezu'/><author><name>Q</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09849892621282751008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zu12EtxF_iM/SWLSykk0XVI/AAAAAAAAAA8/wivbn0jhw40/S220/Q+nene+marela.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IKfFKb-_CTA/TrGtDGkETcI/AAAAAAAADDE/x0Gc_MFvRwE/s72-c/_cartaz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2041176634790356737.post-6206909412644732142</id><published>2011-10-31T19:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-31T19:54:07.541-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kaidan Horror Classics</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-duw-piu0Fgs/Tq9dS_MMVNI/AAAAAAAADCU/5bsmQfmNk8c/s1600/_agua+n.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-duw-piu0Fgs/Tq9dS_MMVNI/AAAAAAAADCU/5bsmQfmNk8c/s1600/_agua+n.jpeg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Esperando o imaginário de horror japonês que inspiram as adaptações americanas como &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;O Chamado&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; ou mesmo a EUA-brasileira &lt;i style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Água Negra &lt;/i&gt;de &lt;b&gt;Walter Salles&lt;/b&gt;,&amp;nbsp;me surpreendi ao me deparar com lendas fantásticas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DZLzGW6k2PM/Tq9dtBlySBI/AAAAAAAADCc/6-x8qpIv-k0/s1600/_brac%25CC%25A7o.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DZLzGW6k2PM/Tq9dtBlySBI/AAAAAAAADCc/6-x8qpIv-k0/s1600/_brac%25CC%25A7o.jpeg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Na primeira história de &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Kaidan Horror Classics&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, a premissa de um homem que recebe o braço de uma mulher emprestado já me interessou bastante.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dlp8RVdbntA/Tq9dwg88jFI/AAAAAAAADCk/yW_oWD04FfA/s1600/_irmas.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dlp8RVdbntA/Tq9dwg88jFI/AAAAAAAADCk/yW_oWD04FfA/s1600/_irmas.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na segunda, as dores femininas reprimidas me tocaram (e ao mesmo tempo incomodaram por certo machismo).&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IoAfwvyJx9s/Tq9d3KUd2NI/AAAAAAAADCs/hJy6OtaqUvA/s1600/_nariz.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="160" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IoAfwvyJx9s/Tq9d3KUd2NI/AAAAAAAADCs/hJy6OtaqUvA/s200/_nariz.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na terceira, com mais cara de lenda, sobre um homem com um nariz monstruoso, tinha o ritmo e direção que me levaram de fato a esse mundo longínquo.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dUU8ua52TQU/Tq9eIRkY0zI/AAAAAAAADC0/9Oe34vHXpbs/s1600/_familia.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dUU8ua52TQU/Tq9eIRkY0zI/AAAAAAAADC0/9Oe34vHXpbs/s1600/_familia.jpeg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Já o mestre &lt;b&gt;Kore-eda&lt;/b&gt;, de &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Depois da Vida&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, que fecha a série, me pareceu mais intimista e real. Mesmo com personagens espíritos, ele fala da dor da morte, do luto e da despedida com uma delicadeza que envolvem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Me pareceu uma bela iniciativa da NHK nessa série televisiva, como &lt;b&gt;Luis Fernando de Carvalho&lt;/b&gt; na Globo ou outras raras experiências semelhantes mostram o poder da magia audiovisual possível em diferentes janelas, inclusive as mais restritas e comerciais...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Kj-nkvWT-nA/Tq9e1ZcZXAI/AAAAAAAADC8/LHo0WdZqrt8/s1600/_cartaz.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Kj-nkvWT-nA/Tq9e1ZcZXAI/AAAAAAAADC8/LHo0WdZqrt8/s1600/_cartaz.jpeg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vale a pena a poesia desse "horror"...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2041176634790356737-6206909412644732142?l=diculturices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diculturices.blogspot.com/feeds/6206909412644732142/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diculturices.blogspot.com/2011/10/kaidan-horror-classics.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2041176634790356737/posts/default/6206909412644732142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2041176634790356737/posts/default/6206909412644732142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diculturices.blogspot.com/2011/10/kaidan-horror-classics.html' title='Kaidan Horror Classics'/><author><name>Q</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09849892621282751008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zu12EtxF_iM/SWLSykk0XVI/AAAAAAAAAA8/wivbn0jhw40/S220/Q+nene+marela.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-duw-piu0Fgs/Tq9dS_MMVNI/AAAAAAAADCU/5bsmQfmNk8c/s72-c/_agua+n.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2041176634790356737.post-6600208231152519585</id><published>2011-10-29T06:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-03T06:14:59.222-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Habemus Papam</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-b9rvSi6fx_E/Tqv3q1Wv3JI/AAAAAAAADA8/fU9D_LvCutU/s1600/_+cartaz.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-b9rvSi6fx_E/Tqv3q1Wv3JI/AAAAAAAADA8/fU9D_LvCutU/s200/_+cartaz.jpg" width="176" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Coqueluche da &lt;b&gt;35a Mostra de São Paulo&lt;/b&gt;, tanto por ser unanimidade entre os críticos quanto pela dificuldade da chegada da cópia, &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Habemus Papam&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; sem dúvida alguma é um bom filme.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-C9S3In1m5LQ/Tqv34XLOVeI/AAAAAAAADBE/FtFkzFxrDSc/s1600/_+pap.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-C9S3In1m5LQ/Tqv34XLOVeI/AAAAAAAADBE/FtFkzFxrDSc/s1600/_+pap.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Já de partida com sua premissa original e ótima direção (atores, decupagem, fotografia, som...), &lt;b&gt;Nanni Moretti&lt;/b&gt; me instiga: como seria uma crise de um padre que é eleito papa?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xZ5PUuqk6N0/Tqv4pM9sNqI/AAAAAAAADBk/-J91j4D3Gpg/s1600/_+risos.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xZ5PUuqk6N0/Tqv4pM9sNqI/AAAAAAAADBk/-J91j4D3Gpg/s1600/_+risos.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Vemos esse novo papa petrificado diante de sua posse, começando uma psicanálise e com companheiros tentando auxilia-lo.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qegq4dy_LjE/Tqv3-w7xX8I/AAAAAAAADBM/EaJcbG8mcCg/s1600/_+terapia+vati+peq.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qegq4dy_LjE/Tqv3-w7xX8I/AAAAAAAADBM/EaJcbG8mcCg/s1600/_+terapia+vati+peq.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Os tabus envolvendo a vida casta e a abordagem terapêutica, a cobertura papa-razzi de celebridade, o mundo paralelo que se dá entre as quatro paredes do Vaticano, tudo parece anunciar uma comédia criativa, inteligente, interessante.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mas Moretti não aprofunda a psicologia e acaba trabalhando mais com a superfície, as aparências, paralelos rasos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-j4pDKWy8Y54/Tqv4ZMyKbKI/AAAAAAAADBU/9wa-mVgqJyM/s1600/_+volei+perto.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="90" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-j4pDKWy8Y54/Tqv4ZMyKbKI/AAAAAAAADBU/9wa-mVgqJyM/s200/_+volei+perto.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(como partidas de volei entre os cardeais comandadas pelo técnico-terapeuta vivido pelo diretor-ator)...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Uma pena que o filme não mantenha a genialidade do seu primeiro terço e termine sendo apenas bom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PFQsFRCGPgc/TrKToB5KqrI/AAAAAAAADFU/gyg_YtA_2fY/s1600/_quarto+ed.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PFQsFRCGPgc/TrKToB5KqrI/AAAAAAAADFU/gyg_YtA_2fY/s1600/_quarto+ed.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Principalmente porque Moretti fez o que para mim é um dos grandes filmes da década passada, &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;O Quarto do Filho.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aqui ele fala do delicado tema da morte, a partir do ponto de vista do pai (e também psicanalista &amp;nbsp;e também vivido por Moretti).&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eyN2pLDrZJY/Tqv5XQ3H9tI/AAAAAAAADB0/0ps2bTvNOO8/s1600/_+mae.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="133" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eyN2pLDrZJY/Tqv5XQ3H9tI/AAAAAAAADB0/0ps2bTvNOO8/s200/_+mae.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Além da densidade e sensibilidade com que trabalha o tema, Moretti apresenta a história em uma estrutura inusual e profundamente envolvente:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CnbHg6V7Ha8/Tqv5d0pBMiI/AAAAAAAADB8/QzLTcBXUXnI/s1600/_+familia.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="109" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CnbHg6V7Ha8/Tqv5d0pBMiI/AAAAAAAADB8/QzLTcBXUXnI/s200/_+familia.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Só há um &lt;i&gt;turning point&lt;/i&gt;, uma reviravolta - a própria morte - todo o resto é a assimilação do conflito, o emaranhado das relações, o crescente tortuoso do luto e o sinal do adiante...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;De qualquer maneira, em uma experiência ou em outra, Moretti vai se estabelecendo como um dos principais nomes do cinema italiano contemporâneo:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4pluRBX9-YU/Tqv4gVk-16I/AAAAAAAADBc/vMTspLlPXhQ/s1600/_+nanni+dirige.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5SeA0Iw_Sbw/Tqv0nqlSjFI/AAAAAAAADAU/Mjlh0JiA4_M/s1600/__+cartaz.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5SeA0Iw_Sbw/Tqv0nqlSjFI/AAAAAAAADAU/Mjlh0JiA4_M/s1600/__+cartaz.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Documentário animado baseado na autobiografia do desenhista japonês Yoshihiro Tatsumi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NRd7IiwEUgA/Tqv0tBBVeEI/AAAAAAAADAc/2g-HI2dMfno/s1600/__+guerra.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; display: inline !important; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="112" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NRd7IiwEUgA/Tqv0tBBVeEI/AAAAAAAADAc/2g-HI2dMfno/s200/__+guerra.jpeg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-if4M9eqVofU/Tqv02w6GTBI/AAAAAAAADAk/lwih4nGdHY4/s1600/__+desenhando+e+quadros.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="81" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-if4M9eqVofU/Tqv02w6GTBI/AAAAAAAADAk/lwih4nGdHY4/s200/__+desenhando+e+quadros.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;O diretor de Cingapura,&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;Erik Kwoo&lt;/b&gt;, aproveita os próprios desenhos e traços do mestre para recontar sua história em uma grande homenagem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eCKpoQK7TI4/Tqv07Y2BmcI/AAAAAAAADAs/dk4XEPqKqVo/s1600/__+desenhando.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eCKpoQK7TI4/Tqv07Y2BmcI/AAAAAAAADAs/dk4XEPqKqVo/s1600/__+desenhando.jpeg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;O filme em sua proposta e esteticamente é bastante interessante, porém a história que é contada é cheia de detalhes e com uma narração que para mim é muito formal e sem sentimento e acabam resultando em um filme excessivamente didático...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MLfI8h7j4zI/Tqv1GPfleVI/AAAAAAAADA0/X9bxDU6Ys2s/s1600/__+pensando.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="57" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MLfI8h7j4zI/Tqv1GPfleVI/AAAAAAAADA0/X9bxDU6Ys2s/s200/__+pensando.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Vale mais como registro histórico, mas me falta como cinema.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2041176634790356737-1202542665971623206?l=diculturices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diculturices.blogspot.com/feeds/1202542665971623206/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diculturices.blogspot.com/2011/10/tatsumi.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blo
