quarta-feira, 24 de março de 2010

Incrível como os primeiros Guiraudie lembram os últimos Costa.

quarta-feira, 17 de março de 2010

sexta-feira, 12 de março de 2010

terça-feira, 9 de março de 2010

segunda-feira, 8 de março de 2010



Diretamente dos gloriosos tempos do VHS, cortesia da inesquecível Globo Vídeo.

A ce degré de vérité humaine, à ce stade d’empathie pour les personnages, qu’importe que l’émotion tienne du cinéma ou du théâtre. Une seule certitude: le découpage et la lumière magnifient les acteurs, leurs visages. Karen Allen est superbe de fragilité. Rarement personnage de fiction aura suscité autant de tendresse, de compassion que le sien dans La ménagerie de verre.

Au départ, il n’y a pas de narration, juste du documentaire, un film qui commence. Lentement, cette narration devient de plus en plus riche et elle ne tue jamais le documentaire, elle ne le vampirise pas. Chez Ford, la fiction n’est jamais prétentieuse, ce n’est pas un parasite qui fait crever l’arbre du cinéma, un acide qui bouffe tout, de la poudre aux yeux, mais une chose qui est mise au niveau des histoires pour enfants tout en étant extrêmement riche, pleine du poids de la réalité.

A única coisa que entusiasma mais um crítico brasileiro que o sentimento de auto-satisfação (deliberadamente confundido com o da auto-complacência, evidentemente) é ser adulado por alguém ainda mais incompetente do que ele.

What do you expect from a critic?

I'm not a critic. Many members of this group are, and I'd be curious to know what's driving them when it's time to fill the blanks on the paper... Facts? Analysis? Dreams? History? Anedoct? Poetry?

What do I expect from a critic?

Don't tell me the story. I'm as bright as the average, I guess I can figure who loves who and who kills you.
Don't try politics. I don't understand. You neither.
Don't quote more than once. I know you read books. But I'm pretty sure that Hegel has nothing to do with that movie.
Don't overstate the id. I have enough troubles with my superego.
Don't tell me the story of your life. If that's funny, write a book. I'll buy it.
Don't tell me it's good. Or tell me, if you like.

But tell me why...

Tell me why you cried when she moved her shoulders. Tell me why those thirteen seconds sounded like an eternity. Tell me why you felt the world was close to the end when the guy pulled his gun. Tell me why you'll never forget the color of his suit. Tell me why the happiness of the entire world could fit in his simple smile. Tell me why you felt like if it was the first day ever when the sunshine came into the room.

Tell me why I enjoy movies. I'm puzzled.


Maxime Renaudin

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