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quinta-feira, 11 de junho de 2015

A MINHA BOLHA DO TEMPO,

58. Die Büchse der Pandora (Pandora’s Box) (1929)
Director: G.W. Pabst
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Pandora’s Box starts off scandalous and voyeuristic, then descends into a nightmare. By the time the film lands in the dirty, Jack the Ripper-haunted streets of London, the posh digs of the early scenes are but a distant memory. While it’s often said that Louise Brooks’s character, Lulu, leads the men who love her to ruin, director G.W. Pabst and his lead actress make it more complicated than that. Yes, things generally don’t turn out well for her lovers, but that’s often as much their fault as hers. Brooks has a lot of fun with the camera while giving her seductive performance, but there’s also a melancholy beneath the surface, suggesting Lulu is as much a victim of circumstance and the world we live in as anything else. She’s trying to play her way out of a losing hand, and has to go all-in.

sexta-feira, 6 de fevereiro de 2015

o licor no cinema:ESTÓRIAS COM IMAGEM

The Song of Bernadette 1943

The Song of Bernadette 1943 - Director: Henry King
Das Lied von Bernadette - Illustrierte Film-Bühne: 23
Jennifer Jones, Charles Bickford, William Eythe, Vincent Price, Lee J. Cobb, Gladys Cooper, Anne Revere, Mary Anderson, Patricia Morison, Aubrey Mather.



 

Bernadette is a quiet young woman from Lourdes in France. One day she is visited by a woman in a trash dump. Convinced she is the Virgin Mary, Bernadette tells others of her encounter. Though she is not believed, she continues to return to the cave of her first encounter, digging a spring. The Catholic authorities condemn her, but her humble convictions eventually win them over as the spring begins to demonstrate miraculous healing properties.

sábado, 22 de novembro de 2014


 LOS ANGELES COUNTY MUSEUM OF ART

"Nefertiti era e ainda é quem nunca julgou ser
ainda por cima sofria uma miopia galopante e não havia quem conseguisse apanhar porque as estrelas do mar e as letras quentes que formam a palavra nuvem não deixavam rasto 
e eles contaram-me dúzias de vezes as pedras escuras na minha mão e ficaram alarmados com o 
tamanho das ondas
o que fazia andar a rainha?
pés?
medo.
das sandálias
elétricas
ou se calhar um barulho ensurdecedor
era e ainda por cima
um sotão cheio de teias de aranha
venenosa 
ou não?"
"És certamente um eclipse das horas planas e da argila formal,

Uma flor azul a pairar sob um cântico de borboleta."
in A COR DA GAIVOTA by JOÃO PAULO CALADO

Apresentarei daqui em diante  em diante alguns trechos da minha autoria juntando uma salada de imagens.
E assim configuro o meu blog renascendo em espaços com novo aroma.