quarta-feira, 27 de junho de 2007

Desfecho.

Saudade, Jean-Claude Rosseau, 2012





Só a tua mudez quis ficar comigo.
Compreendi tudo.


A chegada ao sonho.



!


The Fountain
Darren Aronofsky (2006)

segunda-feira, 25 de junho de 2007

Jornada da força maior :


MAMMA ROMA
PASOLINI (1962)

"I HAVE AN AWFUL STOMACH LIKE I ATE MY HEART OUT."


Dial for Diva: SCARLETT


SCARLETT JOHANSSON

domingo, 24 de junho de 2007

Desejo.

prolongar : ter-te nos braços, ver-te assim de tão perto, esticar o tempo contigo
- não te vás, por favor
(não digo mas penso)


de Rod Cook

quarta-feira, 20 de junho de 2007

De mamã e de puta, todas as mulheres têm um pouco.


LA MAMAN ET LA PUTAIN

JEAN EUSTACHE (1973)






segunda-feira, 18 de junho de 2007

I would prefer not to.

SHADE, Portugal, the Man

Now I remain glowing at the ends,
I remain glowing at the ends,



sábado, 16 de junho de 2007

(...)

(...) alors que le cinéma doit être une contemplation d'objets rares et sans prix.

daqui



Dial for Diva: KATE



Kate Moss

domingo, 3 de junho de 2007

Dean Martin, James Stewart e Orson Welles

sábado, 2 de junho de 2007

STARING BACK.


Algumas das 200 fotografias que compunham a exposição "Staring Back", de Chris Marker, organizada em 2007 pelas Wexner Center Galleries:








sexta-feira, 1 de junho de 2007

Vladimir & Estragon. VI

VLADIMIR: You must be happy too, deep down, if you only knew it.
ESTRAGON: Happy abouth what?
VLADIMIR: To be back with me again.
ESTRAGON: Would you say so?
VLADIMIR: Say you are even it's not true.
ESTRAGON: What am I to say?
VLADIMIR: Say, I am happy.
ESTRAGON: I am happy.
VLADIMIR: So am I.
ESTRAGON: So am I.
VLADIMIR: We are happy,
ESTRAGON. We are happy. (Silence )What do we do now that we are happy?

Krapp I

"Have just eaten I regret to say three bananas and only with difficulty refrained from a fourth.
Fatal things for a man in my condition. With all this darkness round me, I feel less alone. In a way."

Krapp's last tape, Samuel Beckett

Vladimir & Estragon. V

VLADIMIR:/ ESTRAGON: Do you...
VLADIMIR: Oh pardon!
ESTRAGON: Carry on.
VLADIMIR: No no, after you.
ESTRAGON: No no, you first.
VLADIMIR: I interrupted you.
ESTRAGON: On the contrary.
VLADIMIR: Cerimounious ape.
ESTRAGON: Punctilicious pig!
VLADIMIR: Finish your phrase, I tell you!
ESTRAGON: Finish your own!
VLADIMIR: Moron!
ESTRAGON: That's the idea, let's abuse each other.
VLADIMIR: Moron!
ESTRAGON: Vermin!
VLADIMIR: Abortion!
ESTRAGON: Morpion!
VLADIMIR: Sewer-rat!
ESTRAGON: Curate!
VLADIMIR: Cretin!
ESTRAGON: Crrrritic!
VLADIMIR: Oh!
ESTRAGON: Now let's make it up.
VLADIMIR: Gogo!
ESTRAGON: Didi!

Vladimir & Estragon. IV

ESTRAGON: I'm hungry.
VLADIMIR: Do you want a carrot?
ESTRAGON: Is that all that is?
VLADIMIR: I might have some turnips.
ESTRAGON: Give me a carrot.(...) It's a turnip!!
VLADIMIR: Oh pardon! I could have sworn it was a carrot. All that's turnips. You must have eaten the last. Wait, I have it. There, dear felow. (...) Make it last, that's the last of them.
ESTRAGON: I asked you a question.
VLADIMIR. Ah.
ESTRAGON: Did you reply?
VLADIMIR: How's the carrot.
ESTRAGON: It's a carrot.
VLADIMIR: So much the better, so much the better. What was it you wanted to know?
ESTRAGON: I've forgetten. That's what annoys me. I'll never forget this carrot.

Vladimir & Estragon. III

ESTRAGON: What do we do now?
VLADIMIR: While waiting.
ESTRAGON: While waiting.
[silence]
VLADIMIR: We could do our exercises.
ESTRAGON: Our movements.
VLADIMIR: Our elevations.
ESTRAGON: Our relaxions.
VLADIMIR: Our elongations.
ESTRAGON: Our relaxions.
VLADIMIR: To warm us up.
ESTRAGON: To calm us down.

Waiting for Godot, Samuel Beckett

Vladimir & Estragon. II

VLADIMIR: How many people can boast as much?
ESTRAGON: Billions.
VLADIMIR: You think so?
ESTRAGON: I don't know.
VLADIMIR: You may be right.

Vladimir & Estragon. I

[Estragon tears at his boot]

VLADIMIR: What are you doing?
ESTRAGON: Taking off my boot. Dod that never happen to you?
VLADIMIR: Boots must be taken everyday. I'm tired of telling you that. Why don't you listen me?

Waiting for Godot, Samuel Beckett