Sunday, August 31, 2008

Irony

(Foto minha)

Definição de ironia: no melhor dia de praia do Verão, mar excelente em temperatura e "navegabilidade", numa palavra, genial, deparo-me com a bandeira vermelha ("Mas porque raio não está ninguém na água?!"). Chego à conclusão que se trata nada mais nada menos de uma ameaça "alforrecal". A cereja no topo foi quando descobri em casa que afinal a ameaça vinha desses seres superiores denominados microalgas... Microalgas, senhores, microalgas...!

Não há pachorra.
.

Friday, August 29, 2008

Get Smart & Awake






Engraçadito. Alan Arkin hilariante, Dwayne "The Rock" Johnson previsível, Steve Carrell igual a si próprio, Anne Hathaway competente.













Promissor, premissa interessante, pormenores visuais que ficam na retina, mas... sem inovar. Fraquito.

Tuesday, August 19, 2008

V for Cat Power

Bonito dimais.

Tuesday, August 12, 2008

Promessas do caraças





Filmaço à la David Cronenberg, num nível a que já nos habituou: uns pózinhos de violência crua, outros de sugestão psicológica, um minimalismo aqui e uma ou outra cena longa. Muito bom mesmo.






Ordinário q. b., nos dois sentidos. Heigl acertou em cheio neste emprenhanço e marchou filme atrás de filme que lhe dão o estatuto de America´s Sweetheart (Julia Roberts, Meg Ryan, por aí...). Tem piada a cena com a convidada "Ava" Mendes ("Now you´re gonna shut up") e o "imbecil" Carrel ("Come on Steve, don´t be such an ass").
.
Algumas gargalhadas, pouco intensas.

Thursday, August 07, 2008

Names


His name was Perry.
He had a learning difficulty.
His father was a very mean man.
His father burned his skin.
His father sent him to his death.
He was 10 years old.

Her name was Naomi.
Beautiful round face, so ashamed.
Told me how to please a man
After school in the back of the bus.
She was doing it every day.
She was 11 years old.

Her name was Cheryl.
Black hair like electric space.
She would pretty paint my face.
She was a very good friend.
Her father would come to her in the night.
She was 12 years old.

His name was Donavin.
He was a very good friend.
The cards were stacked agaisnt him.
He was selling cocaine.
The last time i saw him
He was 13 years old.

His name was Charles.
He said he was in love with me.
We were both 14.
Then i had to move away.
Than he began to smoke crack.
Then he had to sell ass.

I dont know where he is.
I dont know where they are.

Friday, August 01, 2008

E com estas regresso...








Ao som de Cat Power e do seu You Are Free, percorri um triângulo nos países baixos de vértices Delft, Roterdão e Haia, esfolei o joelho numa queda de bicicleta épica, o mais próximo que já estive de voar, contive-me para comprar "apenas" dois álbuns de Cat Power e uma colectânea de Sérgio Mendes numa loja a preços da chuva, descobri que as coffee-shops fecham às 24h, presenciei um mar de adolescentes numa praça em St. Nikklas, Bélgica, assistindo depois a um concerto numa Park-Party... Tudo muito intenso, nem deu para sentir saudades de casa.