2001, por That Guy with the Glasses
2001: A Space Odyssey (2008), That guy with the glasses
2001: A Space Odyssey (2008), That guy with the glasses
Etiquetas: 2001, cinema, That guy with the glasses

Entretanto, e com algum atraso na informação (só vi o filme agora), parece que 300 (de Zack Snyder, a partir da bd de Frank Miller) causou alguma irritação no Irão por conter "imprecisões históricas", e por se tratar, alegadamente, de um "comportamento hostil, que é o resultado de uma guerra cultural e psicológica". O que seria algo como surgir a comunidade de anões, ou melhor, daqueles "vertically challenged" (os americanos têm um modo sublime de serem politicamente correctos), a verbalizar a sua indignação, perante a abjecta mentira de que as mulheres anãs possuem barba, conforme se afirma em O Senhor dos Anéis. Dir-se-á que 300, ao contrário de O Senhor dos Anéis, é baseado em eventos verídicos, e, como tal, passível de ser entendido como uma manipulação grosseira desses mesmos eventos... como se de um filme de Hollywood se tratasse. E, por enorme coincidência, é exactamente disso que se trata. Mas não há que ironizar com as reacções oficial e popular, em países exóticos, a temas que consideramos irrelevantes. Afinal, não foi assim há tantos anos que vimos a RTP censurar um programa humorístico por, aos olhos dos responsáveis, desrespeitar figuras históricas lusas.
Etiquetas: bd, cinema, Frank Miller, Zack Snyder

Negros
The Birth of a Nation (1915), D. W. Griffith
Até que surgiram os heróis:


Todos os papéis de personagens negros foram interpretados por actores brancos maquilhados. Depois das acusações de racismo e de grosseira distorção da verdade, Griffith procurou redimir-se realizando Intolerance.
The Birth of a Nation foi um monstruoso sucesso de bilheteira. Plateias de espectadores caucasianos atiravam entusiasticamente tomates e ovos aos vilões enquanto se riam, naquilo que seria, sem dúvida, um momento bem passado. Desconheço se seria o pianista a ter que limpar a tela ou como era.
Etiquetas: cinema, D. W. Griffith, evildoers, KKK

Herói (2002), Yimou Zhang
"Herói" é um filme que tem tanto de belo como de reaccionário.
"Sem Nome" morre como traidor — por ter planeado matar o rei —, e é enterrado como herói — por não o ter levado avante. No fim, descobrimos, a maior vítima é o próprio rei — e futuro imperador —, pelo fardo a que o destino o submete. Recorda-me um certo ex-professor de economia, nado em Santa Comba Dão.
Etiquetas: cinema

Dr. Frank-N-Furter
The Rocky Horror Picture Show (1975), Jim Sharman + Richard O'Brien
Sweet Transvestite
Etiquetas: cinema, evildoers, The Rocky Horror Picture Show

Dr. Strangelove
Dr. Strangelove, or How I learned to stop worrying and love the bomb (1964), Stanley Kubrick
Etiquetas: cinema, evildoers, Peter Sellers, Spike Milligan, Stanley Kubrick

Once upon a time in the west (1968), Sergio Leone
The man with the harmonica (Once upon a time in the west), Ennio Morricone
Etiquetas: cinema, Ennio Morricone, galeria, música, Sergio Leone

Nightmare before Christmas (1993), Tim Burton
O modo lógico de contrariar um papão (nunca se sabe quando poderá ser útil):
"Bogeymen go away if you put your head under the blankets. Everyone knows that, don't they? So if you put their head under a blanket... (...) 'Existential uncertainty,' Angua said. 'He doesn't know whether he exists or not.'"
Feet of Clay (1996), Terry Pratchett
Etiquetas: cinema, ensinanças, livros, Terry Pratchett, Tim Burton

s\t (Coraline), Dave McKean
Faltam dois anos para que chegue a Coraline de Neil Gaiman. Em versão de animação e, fazendo fé na wikipédia, estereoscópica.
Pessoalmente, acho que preferia o Terry Gilliam de Tideland (se Tideland não existisse já...). Assim, caberá a Henry Selick (Nightmare before Christmas, James and the Giant Peach) e um tal de Mike Cachuela tratarem desta moça, em certa medida uma variante da Alice.
O desenho da Coraline que aparece no cartaz arrepia-me um pouco... as expectativas são baixas, o que deverá ser bom.
Etiquetas: cinema, Dave McKean, livros, Neil Gaiman

Vincent, Tim Burton
Vincent Malloy is seven years old
He's polite and always does as he's told
For a boy his age, he's considerate and nice
But he wants to be just like Vincent Price
He doesn't mind living with his sister, dog, and cats
Though he'd rather share a home with spiders and bats
There he could reflect on the horrors he has invented
And wander dark hallways alone and tormented
Vincent is nice when his aunt comes to see him
But imagines dipping her in wax for his wax museum
He likes to experiment on his dog Abocrombie
In the hopes of creating a horrible zombie
So that he and his horrible zombie dog
Could go searching for victims in the London fog
His thoughts aren't only of ghoulish crime
He likes to paint and read to pass some of the time
While other kids read books like "Go Jane Go"
Vincent's favorite author is Edgar Allen Poe.
One night while reading a gruesome tale
He read a passage that made him turn pale
Such horrible news he could not survive
For his beautiful wife had been buried alive
He dug out her grave to make sure she was dead
Unaware that her grave was his mother's flower bed
His mother sent Vincent off to his room
He knew he'd been banished to the tower of doom
where he was sentenced to spend the rest of his life
Alone with the portrait of his beautiful wife.
While alone and insane incased in his doom
Vincent's mother burst suddenly into the room
She said, "If you want, you can go out and play
It's sunny outside and a beautiful day."
Vincent tried to talk but he just couldn't speak
The years of isolation had made him quite weak
So he took out some paper and scrawled with a pen:
"I'm possessed by this house and can never leave it again."
His mother said, "You are NOT possessed
And you are NOT almost dead
These games you play are all in your head
You are NOT Vincent Price, you're Vincent Malloy
You're not tormented or insane, you're just a young boy
You're seven years old, and you are my son
I want you to get outside and have some real fun."
Her anger now spent, she walked out through the hall
While Vincent backed slowly against the wall
The room started to sway, to shiver and creak
His horrored insanity had reached its peak
He saw Abocrombie, his zombie slave
And heard his wife call from beyond the grave
She spoke through her coffin and made ghoulish demands
While through cracking walls reached skeleton hands
Every horror in his life that had crept through his dreams
Swept his mad laughter to terrified screams
To escape the badness, he reached for the door
But fell limp and lifeless down on the floor
His voice was soft and very slow
As he quoted "The Raven" by Edgar Allen Poe:
"And my soul from out that shadow
That lies floating on the floor
Shall be lifted...Nevermore."
Etiquetas: cinema, evildoers, poesia, Tim Burton
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