The last time I visited Alcatraz, I say to my friend: "Would not it be cool if Bob Dylan was to play here instead of in quell'osceno Forum di Assago where he goes now the time?". Be ', listen carefully, do not make me angry, not too giratemi around. It 's a bit of time to weather guesses, I have visions, I know the future. and things come true. In the meantime, the next Bob Dylan will play June 22 at Alcatraz in Milan. The best place to see today where the concerts in Italy. In here I saw Patti Smith, Lou Reed, Oasis, Nick Cave twice, John Fogerty, the National and thousands of others. Everywhere one sees good and feels good. The beer can be reached without the need to lose three songs. The girls are cool. It is especially ten minutes from my house.
And tickets go on sale tomorrow ticketone and 16 in pre-sales. Good hunting. See you there. Well, almost.
Meanwhile, in anticipation of the June 22 live and enjoy this fine will be released April 12, BOB DYLAN IN CONCERT - Brandeis University in 1963. A total unknown, a few pieces, but as I write I'm listening to one of the greatest Masters of War, which yields habba ever heard. "Honey, Just Me Allow Me On More Chance" (incomplete), "Talkin 'John Birch Paranoid Blues," "Ballad Of Hollis Brown", "Masters of War," Talkin' 'World War III Blues, "" Bob Dylan's Dream "and" Talkin 'Bear Mountain Picnic Massacre Blues ".
Mike Leigh's new film proves once again, as if there were any doubts, as the British director is a very good writer, film director and actors. His narrative ability is all the dialogues and situations in life that can incorporate images, creating a sort of common thread in almost all its work, in which the lives of its protagonists are crossed by a melancholy and bitterness background that almost never ends in themselves, but above are a faithful representation of the very existence and everyday life, allowing an identification and sharing rare in cinema.
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Leigh waiver describe bizarre characters and misfits that seem to be an essential archetype of his films, which once again and in this particular case becomes even more intimate and reflective of time passing, as the title clearly evokes, building an ensemble film in which the main contact person is a happy couple, which revolve around a series of emblematic figures are representative of the human comedy of the English.
The very choice of music, the dialogue never artifacts and figures that make up the framework, are fundamental and essential elements of his films, which can also annoy and distancing the viewer, but undeniable is his ability to describe never unambiguously , though alluding but intelligently and in a manner intelligible to human tragedies and underlying conditions in the relations that link the various protagonists.
Leigh loves actors also recovered his previous works to insinuate in his story, as Imelda Stauton, which appears in a cameo, that intrigues and creates the conditions for a story of suffering and hardship, typical of his movies, but deliberately avoids to deepen, perhaps because his character contains in itself a tragedy that can not find an outlet for discharge, but neither is the protagonist behind, but not that much of the story told here seems to find an answer to your concern, but certainly not taking refuge or looking for an outlet visits Leigh to his friends and this helps us to understand with the passage of the seasons and the evolution of the story, once again giving us food for thought, smiles, even bitter, but with the knowledge that you have once again experienced a moment of real life and plausible.
aspects that perhaps will ask you questions on the need for such vision and fruition, but the face of this writing is spontaneous approach, at least for a moment and reflect on who knows maybe even some ideas trarvi positive that despite bitter aftertaste His cinema is still capable of giving us, but without wishing to sound smug and complacent.
What a laugh 90 years. I was watching one of those programs on VH1, or maybe it was MTV, the robe of the charts of one hundred discs of pea rocker with longer or the 50 sexiest songs of all time . Well, sometimes they make well-chosen, for example, that watched tonight. The one hit wonders, the crazy stuff, groups preposterous erased from the history of rock decency. He was absolutely right when he said that even Lou Reed in the 60 - I I add the 70 - there was a lot of fucking music, not just today. However, among the many to come out here then you'll love a character, the beautiful Meredith Brooks. That I'ma Bitch. And then I opened a well of memories, such as light and frivolous songs of the 90s. But looking back now they were fun years.
Meredith Brooks: I have broken the balls to even the press officers in New York for me to interview, but I think that in Italy there is not even ever come. Obviously I wanted to interview only because he was a pussy crazy, or was that kind of girl who always liked me. Nothing to do, but I'm a Bitch I still like it a lot. The 90's were years of reconstruction, it was then. After the horror of the 80 vacuis the rock was once more rock. There were Nirvana, Pearl Jam ... never liked 'sti grunge rocker, if not to look so hippiesco, but I always found their songs so boring, hard rock by so much per pound, not to mention Soundgarden, with all this sadness and cosmic ... ok, we all know what he did Kurt Cobain . But we were all pretending to be excited by this new wave of rock the way God intended. Then came the new hippie, Phish, the Dave Matthews Band, and a million other groups doing the freedom to jam in a free state but I did it in slices with 'instrumental sti that had little or nothing to do with The Grateful Dead, but rather with the English progressive hated the 70s. Then 'sti spoiled children of new hippies who were the sons of former hippie who had made money quanto se la tiravano. I figli dei figli dei fiori.. bah.
A me degli anni 90 piacevano le ragazze. Come in ogni decade da quando sono vivo peraltro. Mi piaceva il girl power, quello incazzoso delle Sleater-Kinney – che poi erano riot grrrl – e quello patinato di Alanis Morissette . Che queste tipe erano credibili. Recuperavano una estetica anni 60 e 70, ma ci mettevano dentro tutta l'ansia e la rabbia della loro generazione. Che gli anni 90, poi, sono stati davvero quelli della generazione X, e questo vale anche per le donne. Mi piacevano da impazzire le Blake Babies e soprattutto Juliana Hatfield . Tutte ‘ste ragazze erano eccitanti davvero, e adoravo quel loro modo to send us to hell boys. It 's the kind of woman that I've always liked the other. But do you remember Liz Phair? Ha! Other than Alanis: "Fuck me from behind while so I can watch TV." Genius. Many of these girls have disappeared into thin air.
I think Sophie B. Hawkins, who took the insults of Dylan fans why she was sent on stage at the Garden at Bob Fest because it was published only for the Sony. But it was kind of a nice girl from the slums of artists in NYC: I remember a telephone call to my house one midnight in the 90s for a fun interview that took me from West 4th Street and Washington Square. Then there was la deliziosa Sarah McLachlan , per alcuni la nuova Joni Mitchell, ma chissà che fine ha fatto. C’era quella nevrotica simpatica di Fiona Apple che vidi in uno showcase solo voce e pianoforte appena era uscito il suo primo disco qui a Milano e tutti i journos strafatti di buffet offerto da mamma Sony che commentavano: Burp… è meglio che cresca e torni fra qualche anno. A me era piaciuta, aveva uno sguardo allucinato da impazzire. Ma ne fa ancora di dischi? Vabbè di Sheryl Crow inutile che ne parlo. Invece ricordo come sbavavano tutti per Jewel : venne a presentare il suo primo disco dove facevano il primo Zelig, quel localino in viale Monza: a me fece cagare sin da subito, ma tutti a lodarla. We saw what happened. Joan Osborne : that means that I liked, so fucking bluesy and great interview with her. I do not think ever came to play in Italy and has not made a record as good as his first. These were more rock, like the most hippie.
Instead there were the neurotic college, that figures. I remember when Lisa Loeb entered the room where I waited to interview her, I seemed to be catapulted into a set of that show Americans back then, with those glasses, the little face on the doll but a mouth and two eyes that ... wow ... that interview. It was crafted with the son of Frank Zappa, then I came to know. Oh there were so many ... all missing, maybe they are still out there making records. Tonight I think I do a revival of the 90s, my 90s, with my girls. A decade that ended in glory, by interviewing the mother of their suits, the divine and Chrissie Hynde. Belli 90 years.
fix my room and putting order into the new cabinet, including all my creative little things I was back in our hands the packet with pats of soft polymer clay that I had bought some time ago ... not remember what was the idea of \u200b\u200bthe moment to be honest, maybe I had bought just because I liked, or as often happens, thinking that sooner or later it would be useful. And so it was ... I got the idea to make some pins. I had many colors, I would say very few so I simply do noses of bears and hearts. I think it'll do it again ... in fact I have already thought about the new colors to take but I want to finish the job I'm doing for the my blog or rather one of you ...
Thanks to those who follows and also to those who pass by here by chance and saw that there are ...
I'm back to collect a prize I was given by Clara (if you do not already know to go see her blog ... really cute and full of very beautiful work ... those of sewing creative).
Those who know me a little knows that I tend to stop this kind of chains, but already the last time I thought it was a way to give visibility to those who have less followers and in this little world.
For all the people that I wanted to give this award is obviously the question then they are free to: take it ... take it and turn it over, or "leave it here."
Now I, even I have to tell 10 things about me ...
-My son is the most important thing mia vita; -Adoro gli animali (e penso lo abbiate capito); -Sono estremamente sensibile; -Il mio mito è Audrey Hepburn, -Per molti versi sono un "orso"; -Ho un orgoglio che supera la ragione; -Amo guardare film in costume e romantici (Orgoglio e pregiudizio, Shakespeare in love ecc) e cartoni animati (quelli datati: i Flinstones, Gli astronauti, Tom e Jerry); -Adoro l'autunno e l'inverno; -Mi piacciono le persone decise e umili; -Sono alla ricerca della serenità.
Ringrazio nuovamente Clara per avermi donato questo premio e auguro a tutte voi una serena serata.
"The man who has no music in himself, that the harmony of sounds that touched knows betrayal and treacherous fraud. His emotions are a dark night, his thoughts a black Erebus. The music believe, not to him " (W. Shakespeare, Self-timer from in 4 / 4)
The ways of rock'n'roll are endless. More than two decades ago, these streets I portavano sulle rive di un lago a cercare una rock'n'roll band sconosciuta che aveva la sfrontataggine di fare in Italia quello che si fa in America. Il motore dei Rocking Chairs era questo stantuffo umano, gigantico e gigantesco, che suonava poderose note di basso. Per anni, poi, l'ho visto dagli schermi di Mtv e di cento altre televisioni a dare quintalate di carisma alla band del rocker di Correggio, e ogni volta che le telecamera lo inquadravano, la sua faccia scolpita nel rock'n'roll rubava la scena al leader della band. Il rock'n'roll è fatto anche di attitudine. C'è chi ce l'ha e chi non ce l'ha, l'attitudine.
Le vie del rock'n'roll mi hanno portato a rincontrarlo una freddda sera di inverno fuori di a little place by the parties at my house. And it was as if twenty years and more had never passed. With some people do not need to hang out, because the spirit travels parallel even hundreds of miles and lifetimes away from each other. Every time is like today and yesterday is just around the corner. Tomorrow, however, is too long to come. now flip through her book, Self-timer in 4 / 4 and think, damn all of these words would have been able to write myself. No, that Antonio "Rigo" Righetti is a musician and I did not. But the substance is. We find in all my favorite words, such as Mystery, and written with a capital. We find in all of my beloved heroes, Jack Kerouac, Elvis, Bob Dylan (called the "voice of one crying in the wilderness": well fuckin 'genius, Mr. Rigo!), Hell even now that I do not like Bruce Springsteen, but the most I loved a lot. And Joe Strummer. Fuckin Joe Strummer. Then he also quotes Shakespeare and then Rigo is my man. We find in a lot of great pictures, my favorites are those of an unmade bed, which could be the bed of a motel on the morning after a couple of hours of sleep between a concert and the other, or to his house. That the beds are all the same and always shows the unmade bed of another bloody night in one way or another, in one place or another, we were able to defeat.
He made the book I always wanted to write, Rigo, and that we had not even spoken. It is no coincidence. There is no plot, but flashbacks. Old but new pages of On the Road, tales of rock heroes, the ones mentioned and others, told in a convincing way, as they should always be told that these characters as heroes in a novel. Fuck those fucking biographies from Saputelli heartless. And then he talks about himself, music, trying to fathom the unfathomable mystery of music. Even in the technical talk, and guys who want to make music instead of watching X Factor would be better to read this book. Pardon, Mystery is always written with a capital. And there
also a CD with this book and for how long this CD is like entering a night at the Fillmore West in its glory days and no more out. It 's a long jam, led by excellent musicians and a local Italian, but this is America. His songs here and there shooting classics, such as Papa Was a Rolling Stone, Folsom Prison Blues, Heartbreak Hotel, all without pause, like being in trance, including two guitars (Andrea Garbo, northeast of talent that I would see well in the Black Crowes for one thing) that communicate with each dose of wah wah and misrepresented bleeding, and that bass that throbs unstoppable. And everything. Mystery. Damn, Rigo, I've written my book.
Good evening to you all, no work to post, not because I do not have facts, but only because I like to first arrive at their destination so it would take away the surprise to people who will these little things. The days are getting longer, not that I'm particularly happy since they are practically fall / winter, but sorry I do not see nature awakening with its buds and its colors. Inez and Dolores also woke up and after-bath takes away land have been brought into the house because the cold has come back out and so only during the hottest hours and under the direct rays of the sun but still weak ... is not missing the appetite ...
Given the "sweet" Cher's age and its weariness to do the Guard takes care of Minou says that as my friend Monica every now living with two dogs has some identity crisis often feel a baumicia and his favorite game is to get things and then pull them back.
never misses his carer Tabata that it is timely to lick and cuddle him to make sure she's all right ... and he is happy about that ...
... and finally all evening at home on the couch in the Chero-deserved rest ... having its 60 kg and there is not even seen his physical condition would know otherwise they climb certain that there would be beside himself ... but for convenience prefer the carpet next to the radiator.
I take this opportunity to warn all those like me who are following and creating something for Anna and her friends to let you know that cats thanks to Heidi I heard a moment ago that, unfortunately, Anna has problems with his pc ... here is the reason for the lack of updates to its blog ...
But if you continue to create, even if you do not upgrade is continuing its mission of pro-cats with determination and perseverance.
For those who were not yet aware of what makes Anna just click in the kitty at the top right in my blog or directly above the name of Anna.
One last thing ... before the usual thanks to all of you who left comments and then I apologize to those who do not receive my comments, I do not like to find excuses but as any of you know the time is still not the best so a thousand thoughts travel to the head. Often within in your blog look and admire what you do or posted, but then maybe I forget to leave comments or call me and I do not have time to leave ...
I have no preference, and if I leave someone more than a few blog to another I do it only for the inevitable ... because I think each of us can give something different.
Sorry for the long post, I will return soon with a gift for you and some other chore.
The reality is that dying not bad, but it lasts forever. And forever is outside the time
There are these two young fish swimming along , and at some point encounter an older fish swimming in the opposite direction, which makes a nod and says, "'Day, guys, how's the water?". The two young fish continue to swim for a while ', and finally one of them turns to another and does, "What the hell is water?"
If you fear that I will submit to you as the fish old man who explains what the water, do not worry. Are not the wise old fish. The key point of the story of the fish is that fact more obvious, ubiquitous and important ones are often harder to see and where it is more difficult to speak. Put in these terms, of course, is not that a cliche, but the fact is that, in the trenches everyday adult existence, clichés can be a matter of life or death. It may sound like hyperbole, or nonsensical abstraction. Come down to basics, then ...
Why is there something else true, and it is this: in the daily trenches of adult life, atheism does not exist. It is impossible not to worship something. All worship. The only choice we can do is what worship. And a good reason to choose to worship some kind of deity or spiritual being-Jesus Christ or Allah, Yahweh or the Wiccan mother-goddess, the Four Noble Truths or some unbreakable set of ethical principles-is that virtually any other Revered what you end up eaten alive. If worshiped money and items-if you place them in the true meaning of Life, you never enough. You'll never hear they've had enough. This is the truth. Revered your own body, your beauty and your charm, and you will always feel ugly, and when time and age will begin to be noticed, die a million times before they really leave you.
In a way, all the stuff we already know this-was codified in the form of myths, proverbs, clichés, tranquilizers, epigrams, parables: the skeleton of every great story. The trick is to keep firmly in front of you the truth in everyday consciousness. Revered power-you will feel weak and afraid, and you will need ever greater power over others to keep away the fear. Revered your intelligence, your brilliance, you'll end up feeling stupid, impostors, always about to be unmasked.
Truth with a capital concerns life before death. Regards the possibility of being able to get to thirty, or fifty, without any desire to be a shot in the head. It concerns the simple awareness-awareness of what is so real and essential, so hidden in plain sight all around us, we must continue to repeat constantly:
"This is water, this is the water behind these Eskimos there is much more than meets the eye. " Do it, live in a conscious, adult, day after day, is an unimaginable difficulties. This demonstrates the truth of another cliché: your culture is really the work of a lifetime and begins ... now. Augurarvi buona fortuna sarebbe troppo poco.
Inarritu post Arriaga, so you could frame it by the Mexican director without his writer's confidence, which is also the past director, which puts in place a film trying to build less structured and more of his previous works, the looking for a linearity that does not mind, however, its geometry, as simple as that is the circle, with strengths and weaknesses notwithstanding that it contains the idea of \u200b\u200bperfection inherent in this form.
The director delves into the pain of his hero and a city view from its margins, its suburbs, risky film that goes into these depths, which could come across in the picture postcard from hell and possibly so it might seem in some ways, even if effective Bardem is an actor, who can face take on himself the signs of pain and suffering, sorrowful figure apparently destined to roam aimlessly in Barcelona almost unrecognizable.
seems to give up certain games as they were called to assembly as in his other previous works, but still retains its style careful in describing parallel stories destined to cross, which now show here their addiction and their specific binding, with no games or twist of fate, trying to represent life in its fluidity and its intersections and human connections, even if a certain symbolism, a propensity to look towards death is inevitable and ubiquitous in his films.
Film disturbing and hurtful, which tends to the accumulation of elements, factors, histories and pain, this time seem to be a catalyst in the single player Bardem, a ghost living conscious of their fate and unable to accept sense of paternal love that binds him to his loved ones.
Inarritu not hesitate to represent us and tell us all this, not hide, even though certain formalities more or less noticeable, but perhaps denoting a satisfaction that there has always been in his films, then more than now, but still present and that should be sanded or dried up as the story itself, which tends to exceed and perhaps spill over into a functional length author to express the pain of its protagonists and force the viewer to confront it, but how consciously?
The authorial quirks that seem to sense traps are difficult to remove and which may be a limit of his films, though apparently set aside his former screenwriter Arriaga, but who are still peeping in his directing style and narration, and then need to understand if after this Inarritu will tell us more more vividness, even without overflowing actor, but in a positive way for the actor himself, as Bardem.
The film showed at the cinema Jeunet e Caro, anche se poi solo il primo ha proseguito almeno a livello internazionale e con maggiore risonanza ed evidenza la propria carriera cinematografica, imponendo un proprio stile grottesco e surreale che aveva trovato un suo apice, per quanto melenso e discutibile con il suo debordante e irritante ottimismo di facciata, ne Il favoloso mondo di Amelie , forse la sua opera più conosciuta e di successo.
Il film utilizza elementi di un passato idealmente iconografico di una Francia, sempre che di Francia si tratti, se non per l'idioma, ma questo non è un elemento certificante in maniera assoluta, per raccontare una storia surreale che vira subito nel grottesco e che ha una sua cattiveria di fondo, balanced by the love of counterpoint which is then mixed with each other and anticipating what will be the building blocks of the aforementioned film starring Audrey Tautou and Mathieu Kassovitz. The setting
circonclusa and wrapped in a perpetual fog that excludes all or almost to the eye, except for the silhouette of the building left in ruins in which you play the narrated events, is a self-contained world of its own and which draws its contacts with the 'unknown outside through a few key figures and the media, which reveals a world in crisis, in which cannibalism is a necessary practice and turn into a grotesque, as opposed to vegetarianism of the Troglodytes, the population is a kind of underground resistance inevitabile in un mondo cattivo, in cui un ex clown del circo costituirà l'elemento di frattura nell'equilibrio sadico di un universo incapace di reagire al proprio aguzzino.
Storia da fumetto, che gioca molto sugli elementi debordanti, sui caratteri caricaturali e sulle stranezze volutamente accentuate, che potrebbero infastidire e far storcere il naso oppure divertire.
Sicuramente in questo film vi sono elementi che lasciano presagire un cinema che punta molto sull'elemento favolistico e grottesco compiaciuto e compiacente, ma che si lascia guardare e strappa anche qualche sorriso.
Pensando al cinema successivo dell'autore, sicuramente Delicatessen ha già in nuce elementi criticabili di un cinema, as is typical of authors with their own poetic apparently outside the lines and the classic style, lends itself to inevitable criticism and attacks more or less convinced and convincing, as the world staged by the author himself.
"No, there’s nothin’ you can send me, my own true love There’s nothin’ I wish to be ownin’ Just carry yourself back to me unspoiled From across that lonesome ocean..."
Addio Suze, the Freewheelin Girl (Susan Elizabeth Rotolo born November 20, 1943, died February 24, 2011)
There are films whose aesthetic belongs to a period, for a production environment and a reproduction of the same channel, I rise to a perverse fascination snobbish and inexplicable.
Cinema steroid and muscle as shown by the protagonist in his own camp on the poster and an icon for representing film and physics, that perhaps the intent of the entourage would have to embody the antithesis productive feminine (but not too much) of Schwarzenegger.
So much so that a work like Terminator gave home to statues of that kind, which once stood out on local TV analog, now with the advent of digital and who knows with the progress of technology which will host, can be found on channels of a well above-average level, or perhaps not as well as would have you believe.
lovers these subgenres, of film craft and this derivative, we can say lowest standard, perhaps consider a product collector, instead evokes in me and has always aroused curiosity enough to remain glued to the extent possible, given the simplicity of the story and its progression-free if certain emotions in times of confrontation with the bounty hunter-cyborg, which attempts to exploit the technology mimetic, but without much success Predator expected until the end.
One might smile or angry to notice how certain faces seem actorial repetition and confusion in this cauldron of cinema, in which human characters are uncomfortable with their appearance and acting ability that would sbellicare laughing (if the film was received in the company , with comments allowed during playback). So, you find yourself siding against them and to invoke the proper punishment, while the naivete of the protagonist, perhaps due to muscular strength which limits their intelligence solely for the spirit of survival, fails to take note of 'idiocy and micragnosità of certain individuals.
hard to say whether counsel as sculptural film, because I think it is too much even for me, but to get an idea of \u200b\u200bthe product and the kind of aesthetics which I referred earlier I think it's just enough to the trailer Network at least to understand or mock my choice / no choice of viewing.
French film production, or rather French, although Besson seems to be one that winks with ease overseas, known to be truculent in the right place when he wants and this product is not short of blood and underlying perversion, that with the unfolding of history will then be clear to the surface.
tale that plays on references to the slasher genre to see him and that shows how even Tarantino has then winked to the film itself, in short, a copy of a copy, or better references of references in a kind of mise en abime horror film.
The sexual element is more explicit and less in other contexts and underlying followers and this is a more or less shared the product of modernity, but at the end of it all, despite the atmosphere functional, cross-references to figures that lie directly to elements from the Brothers Grimm fairy tale style, or simply to archetypes of fear and terror, vital for the solution, as initially seem disappointing or work as appropriate and tastes, clashes, as soon as the vision, with the strict logic of the meaning of the story, unless you do not want to bring the whole idea, a dream or better a nightmare of the protagonist.
A projection of the mind that could make sense of what kinesthetically would not be possible, but the film so there has shown how to teach the theoretical and the medium itself, the image is deceptive, the story itself comes from who we should be always or almost occurred at the end of the game and is the author winking in proposing an idea, a representation of the horror that remains imprinted in the retina at the end, just need to rethink how well it is developed after understanding and should revisit the meaning of all those deaths that pervades the story and then if you really want to be picky doubt it arise and the answers contradict each other and chase each other as the movie itself, leaving some doubt inevitable, at least for myself.
The Coens have gone through almost all genres or reworked in their own way, more or less transgressive, like it or not, arousing the admiration of many film buffs as well as reserves against them. This time
depart from a movie with an earlier she had seen John Wayne character and refer to the novel departure, in which the narrator is the protagonist of the adult remembers his quest for revenge or justice for the death the father at the hands of an aide unfaithful and cowardly.
Well, the Coens prove careful and faithful in the reconstruction of the environments and the Western genre, which has often been given up for dead, but there are still attempts to recover more or less successful, perhaps because the film is kind of different obstacles in their statement.
Yet this time the Coens do not seem to scratch or convincing as in other cases, perhaps too much loyalty to the narrative and some trimming, which appears inexplicable in a film that details the decal appears to be very careful and scrupulous.
Eventually we find ourselves faced with a well-packaged product, with some players, which features the tough girl, but that does not seem to give you insights so enthusiastic comment, despite the general appreciation of the film from critics.
So it is suspected of a film lying on the fidelity of the novel too, without that epic western che già altre volte era stata demitizzata, ma con esiti più favorevoli e crepuscolari, ma che qui non risulta così nuova, spiccata e coinvolgente. La fedeltà quasi assoluta è stata una dei motivi di critica già nei confronti dei Coen per la trasposizione di Non è un paese per vecchi , ma in quel caso la tensione e il pathos del romanzo erano ben raffigurati e proprio quel film aveva più di questo la forza e la tenacia di un western vero e proprio, nonostante un'ambientazione contemporanea.
Insomma, un'operazione che lascia piuttosto intiepiditi e circospetti, forse perché dai Coen ci si aspetta sempre esiti elevati e coinvolgenti per la loro bravura ed intelligenza, that often strikes and stiff, but that is good or bad their stylistic and that this time seems to be no and maybe this can also enjoy their detractors.
Tragedies in life. One is not to get your heart's desire. The other is to get it (GB Shaw)
There are three ways to live life.
One, is intentionally reducing the scope of what is happening or nearly so. Ignoring or hiding, before the fact, repeated over and over that it does not matter, that tomorrow is another day, however, that everything is fine, and not think about too much about things that if there is no headache. Make do, in fact. In fact, you do not think the reality when you are happy, that's when things are not that really sticks. So better to pretend to be always happy.
Another is that each thing that happens, all eyes in the subway, every word, every event hurts. Be inappropriate in front of reality and stay bad, very bad. With the consequences.
Then there are the lucky ones, those who are not aware of anything, that everything goes up and down, but do not do it on purpose. Those that make you think, but how can you be happy spending the evening watching TV, I want to be like him.
A combination of the three is a pathetic lie. It would be a bit 'as they say in Vaccines The video below of their beautiful Post Break Up Sex, making love with one / just because it ended the relationship with the person who loved. What have you gained? The only chance of salvation might be something that breaks the measure of all three.
In this day of light drizzle and gray (time comunuqe like me) I thought to show you the latest work done ... the favors for the communion of Sofia ... Lino pearl gray, for this bag which I then folded in envelope, rough and coarse twine to form a flake and chalk above heart-shaped or angel Mathilde M. .. although with two different fragrances my favorite is marquise ... so delicate and sweet. I put them inside a wicker basket that I lined with the same linen and cloth to stop then I decided, with the same linen, to make four roses. This is the result ...
to me, strange but true, I liked and what do you think?
Thanks as always for the many comments you leave, I'm a bit of time I will chose a gift among those who follow me ... in a manner different from the usual ...
