quinta-feira, 29 de maio de 2014

Big Fish - só frases, porque fotos e vídeo......

A man tells his stories so many times that he becomes the stories. They live on after him, and in that way he becomes immortal.

It was that night I discovered that most things you consider evil or wicked are simply lonely, and lacking in the social niceties.

There's a time when a man needs to fight, and a time when he needs to accept that his destiny is lost... the ship has sailed and only a fool would continue. Truth is... I've always been a fool.

Has it ever occurred to you that maybe you're not too big? That maybe this place is just too small?

Everybody's there, and I mean everybody. And the strange thing is, there's not a sad face to be found, everyone's just so happy to see you.

Most men, they'll tell you a story straight through. It won't be complicated, but it won't be interesting either.

 I was thinking about death and all. About seeing how you're gonna die. I mean, on one hand, if dying was all you thought about, it could kind of screw you up. But it could kind of help you, couldn't it? Because you'd know that everything else you can survive.

Have you ever heard a joke so many times you've forgotten why it's funny? And then you hear it again and suddenly it's new. You remember why you loved it in the first place.

She said that the biggest fish in the river gets that way by never being caught.

Will Bloom: You know about icebergs, dad?
Senior Ed Bloom: Do I? I saw an iceberg once. They were hauling it down to Texas for drinking water. They didn't count on there being an elephant frozen inside. The wooly kind. A mammoth.
Will Bloom: Dad!
Will Bloom: I'm trying to make a metaphor here.
Senior Ed Bloom: Well you shouldn't have started with a question, because most people want to answer questions. You should've started with "the thing about icebergs is."

Senior Ed Bloom: I don't know if you're aware of this, Josephine, but African parrots, in their native home of the Congo, they speak only French.
Josephine: Really?
Senior Ed Bloom: You're lucky to get four words out of them in English, but if you were to walk through the jungle, you'd hear them speaking the most elaborate French. Those parrots talk about everything. Politics, movies, fashion. Everything but religion.
Will Bloom: Why not religion, Dad?
Senior Ed Bloom: It's rude to talk about religion. You never know who you're gonna offend.
Will Bloom: Josephine actually went to the Congo last year.
Senior Ed Bloom: Oh, so you know.

Senior Ed Bloom: Tell me how it happens.
Will Bloom: How what happens?
Senior Ed Bloom: How I go.

Senior Dr. Bennett: Did your father ever tell you about the day you were born?
Will Bloom: A thousand times. He caught an uncatchable fish.
Senior Dr. Bennett: Not that one. The real story. Did he ever tell you that?
Senior Dr. Bennett: Your mother came in about three in the afternoon. Her neighbor drove her, on account of your father was on business in Wichita. You were born a week early, but there were no complications. It was a perfect delivery. Now, your father was sorry to miss it, but it wasn't the custom for the men to be in the room for deliveries then, so I can't see as it would have been much different had he been there. And that's the real story of how you were born. Not very exciting, is it? And I suppose if I had to choose between the true version and an elaborate one involving a fish and a wedding ring, I might choose the fancy version. But that's just me.

sábado, 17 de maio de 2014

Amélie has a strange feeling of absolute harmony...

Narrator: Amélie still seeks solitude. She amuses herself with silly questions about the world below, such as "How many people are having an orgasm right now?"

Amélie: Fifteen.

Narrator: For Bretodeau, that little box brought back a lot of memories - Federico Bahamontes winning the '59 Tour de France, and of course, the tragic day when he won all the marbles at playtime

Bretodeau, The Box Man: Life's funny. To a kid, time always drags. Suddenly you're fifty. All that's left of your childhood... fits in a rusty little box.

NarratorNino is late. Amelie can only see two explanations:
                               1 - he didn't get the photo.
                               2 - before he could assemble it, a gang of bank robbers took him hostage. The cops gave chase. They got away... but he caused a crash. When he came to, he'd lost his memory. An ex-con picked him up, mistook him for a fugitive, and shipped him to Istanbul. There he met some Afghan raiders who took him to steal some Russian warheads. But their truck hit a mine in Tajikistan. He survived, took to the hills, and became a Mujaheddin. Amelie refuses to get upset for a guy who'll eat borscht all his life in a hat like a tea cozy.

Seller in the porn shopThese are hard times for dreamers.

Raymond Dufayel aka Glass Man: So that's the one, there, the guy who raises his hand?
Raymond Dufayel aka Glass Man: Is she in love with him?
Raymond Dufayel aka Glass Man: The time has come for her to take some real risks.
Amélie: Well yes, she's thinking about it. She's thinking of a stratagem.
Raymond Dufayel aka Glass Man: Yes, she likes stratagems, doesn't she?
Amélie: Yes.
Raymond Dufayel aka Glass Man: She's a bit of a coward. That's why I have trouble with her eyes.

Amelie has a strange feeling of absolute harmony. It's a perfect moment. A soft light, a scent in the air, the quiet murmur of the city. A surge of love, an urge to help mankind overcomes her.

sexta-feira, 25 de abril de 2014

Amici miei - hoje foi o dia

É melhor ir dormir...

Na verdade não me apetece. A ideia de voltar a casa depois de uma noite no jornal não me atrai nada.

É verdade. Hoje não me apetece estar só. Queria alguém com quem rir, conversar, mas não uma puta. Um amigo! Sim, os amigos, esses sim! Tenho grande vontade de estar com eles....mas, a esta hora, só me resta ir para casa.

....ah, voltou o filhote do Perozzi! Sim, é o carro dele. Só o filhote do Perozzi põe a capa impermeável no carro.

Não, eu não o suporto, principalmente num dia como hoje. Quando penso na carne da minha carne, não sei porquê, torno-me logo vegetariano.

E agora? A esta hora dormem todos...mas, ao menos um apanho. O Birillo já saiu para mijar, com certeza.

O bom das "ciganagens" é isto mesmo: a liberdade, a fantasia, o desejo.

Como o amor. Nasce quando nasce...e quando acaba é inútil insistir: já não há!

domingo, 20 de abril de 2014

Grand Budapest Hotel....leve e delicioso

M. Gustave: You see, there are still faint glimmers of civilization left in this barbaric slaughterhouse that was once known as humanity. Indeed that's what we provide in our own modest, humble, insignificant... oh, fuck it!

...com pena de não lembrar a fantástica frase sobre manter a ilusão, mas vou encontrá-la :)

segunda-feira, 7 de abril de 2014

Ontem, pela primeira vez na vida....


No dia em que o Jardel voou mais alto que os centrais, a Madame Friction e o Jesus del Campo fizeram as maravilhas daquela cave de vinho do Porto com o som a ressoar na pedra das paredes...nesse dia eu vi pela primeira vez o Trainspoting.....ontem, pela primeira vez na vida, adormeci enquanto o Mark se sentia como não se sentia desde que o Archie Gemil marcou aquele golo contra a Holanda em 1978.

quarta-feira, 12 de março de 2014

You look ready...

Bill: As you know, l'm quite keen on comic books. Especially the ones about superheroes. I find the whole mythology surrounding superheroes fascinating. Take my favorite superhero, Superman. Not a great comic book. Not particularly well-drawn. But the mythology... The mythology is not only great, it's unique.
....Now, a staple of the superhero mythology is, there's the superhero and there's the alter ego. Batman is actually Bruce Wayne, Spider-Man is actually Peter Parker. When that character wakes up in the morning, he's Peter Parker. He has to put on a costume to become Spider-Man. And it is in that characteristic Superman stands alone. Superman didn't become Superman. Superman was born Superman. When Superman wakes up in the morning, he's Superman. His alter ego is Clark Kent. His outfit with the big red "S", that's the blanket he was wrapped in as a baby when the Kents found him. Those are his clothes. What Kent wears - the glasses, the business suit - that's the costume. That's the costume Superman wears to blend in with us. Clark Kent is how Superman views us. And what are the characteristics of Clark Kent. He's weak... he's unsure of himself... he's a coward. Clark Kent is Superman's critique on the whole human race. Sorta like Beatrix Kiddo and Mrs. Tommy Plimpton.

The Bride: Are you calling me a superhero?

Bill: I'm calling you a killer. A natural born killer.

sábado, 8 de março de 2014

Um casamento perfeito

"this is not just something that happened.
This cannot be one of those things.
This, please, cannot be that!"

Aqui fica um link interessante sobre o 2001 Odisseia no Espaço.

domingo, 16 de fevereiro de 2014

The hours...always the hours

Kitty: Oh, you're reading a book?
Laura Brown: Yeah.
Kitty: What's this one about?
Laura Brown: Oh, it's about this woman who's incredibly - well, she's a hostess and she's incredibly confident and she's going to give a party. And, maybe because she's confident, everyone thinks she's fine... but she isn't.

Richard Brown: Oh, Mrs. Dalloway... Always giving parties to cover the silence.

Richard Brown: Just wait till I die. Then you'll have to think of yourself. How are you going to like that?

  Virginia Woolf: Someone has to die in order that the rest of us should value life more. It's contrast. 

Richard Brown: Would you be angry if I died?  
Richard Brown: I've stayed alive for you. But now you have to let me go. 

Laura Brown: We're baking the cake to show him that we love him.
Richie Brown: Otherwise he won't know we love him?
Laura Brown: That's right.

Laura Brown: It would be wonderful to say you regretted it. It would be easy. But what does it mean? What does it mean to regret when you have no choice? It's what you can bear. There it is. No one's going to forgive me. It was death. I chose life.

Clarissa Vaughn: I remember one morning getting up at dawn, there was such a sense of possibility. You know, that feeling? And I remember thinking to myself: So, this is the beginning of happiness. This is where it starts. And of course there will always be more. It never occurred to me it wasn't the beginning. It was happiness. It was the moment. Right then.

Richard Brown: Like that morning, when you walked out of that old house and you were, you were eighteen, and maybe I was nineteen. I was nineteen years old, and I'd never seen anything so beautiful. You, coming out of a glass door in your early morning, still sleepy. Isn't it strange, the most ordinary morning in anybody's life? I'm afraid I can't make it to the party, Clarissa. You've been so good to me, Mrs. Dalloway, I love you. I don't think two people could have been happier than we've been.

Virginia Woolf: Dear Leonard. To look life in the face, always, to look life in the face and to know it for what it is. At last to know it, to love it for what it is, and then, to put it away. Leonard, always the years between us, always the years. Always the love. Always the hours.

sexta-feira, 7 de fevereiro de 2014

Beginners - The way love feels like

Anna: You look so unhappy.
Oliver: Well are you happy? Here?
Anna: Maybe I'm not perfect at it. I don't really know what I'm doing. But I wanna be here.

Arthur: She's unlike any girl I've met.
Oliver: Someone flashy walks into your life, and you're just gonna fall for it.
Arthur: Are we married yet?
Oliver: No. It doesn't work like that. There are other steps. It's complicated.
Arthur: I hope this feeling lasts.

Anna: You can ask me anything you want.
 Oliver:Anything? What's there? 
Anna:That's a tree. And Cars. Another building like this one. People in the building like us, half of them think it's never going to work out, the other half believe in magic. It's like a war between them. 
Oliver : How do you know so much about people? 

Anna: Well, you have to learn how to read their faces.

Anna: But now I'm always in a new apartment or in another hotel somewhere.
Oliver: How do you keep hold of friends? Or boyfriends?
Anna: Makes it very easy to end up alone. To leave people.
Oliver: You can stay in the same place and still find ways to leave people.

Arthur: We knew it wouldn't work even before we met her.

Hal: Well, let's say that since you were little, you always dreamed of getting a lion. And you wait, and you wait, and you wait, and you wait but the lion doesn't come. And along comes a giraffe. You can be alone, or you can be with the giraffe.
Oliver: I'd wait for the lion.
Hal: That's why I worry about you.

Oliver: Well, I'm gonna have to kill you now.
Anna: Hm... why?
Oliver: Because I'm falling in love with you.

This is the way
love feels like

quinta-feira, 30 de janeiro de 2014

Começo a alimentar-te hoje

...e começo a alimentar-te hoje porque ontem foi um dia especial...foi um dia cheio!

Bem-vindo à vida "O meu cinema e eu"!