segunda-feira, 11 de janeiro de 2010

os filmes do fim-de-semana, porque assim calhou

Cat on a Hot Tin Roof


How does one drowned man help another drawned man?

BRICK: We knew each other all our lives and yet we’re strangers. You own us but you don’t love us.

MAGGIE : “Truth, Truth – everybody keeps hollerin’ about the truth. Well the truth is as dirty as lies.”

Bright Star


Bright star, would I were stedfast as thou art
Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night
And watching, with eternal lids apart,
Like nature's patient, sleepless Eremite,
The moving waters at their priestlike task
Of pure ablution round earth's human shores,
Or gazing on the new soft-fallen mask
Of snow upon the mountains and the moors
No--yet still stedfast, still unchangeable,
Pillow'd upon my fair love's ripening breast,
To feel for ever its soft fall and swell,
Awake for ever in a sweet unrest,
Still, still to hear her tender-taken breath,
And so live ever--or else swoon to death.

 (“Porque o toque também tem memória”. )

1 comentário:

  1. foi uma tortura aguentar-me na sala. enredo aborrecido e interpretações medianas.