NO MEU CINEMA: “A FOME” (2008), de STEVE McQUEEN

Parcial, como se quer de um filme; fundamentado, como se quer de um bom filme. Com a greve de fome dos terroristas do IRA contra Margaret Thatcher como pano de fundo (bem escuro), a longa-metragem do artista plástico Steve McQueen é um soco no meio de estômago, feito de silêncios e de violência física.

NO MEU CINEMA: «LUZES NO CREPÚSCULO» de AKI KAURISMAKI (de 2006)

Só agora vi o último filme de um dos realizadores que mais admiro do nosso tempo.
A forma do cineasta finlandês volta a ser a mesma: fleuma, cigarros e rock & roll.
Desta vez, a personagem errante é um segurança que passivamente, em nome de um amor perdido vai-se lá saber porquê, se deixa enganar por uma tramóia criminosa.
Eis mais uma palermice romântica de Kaurismaki. Uma palermice mais desbotada do que é normal.

2008: UMA LETRA QUE ME FEZ RIR

"Dig, Lazarus, Dig!"
Letra e composição: Nick Cave
Interpretação: Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds

Dig yourself!
Lazarus dig yourself!
Lazarus dig yourself!
Lazarus dig yourself!
Back in that hole.

Larry made his nest high up in the autumn branches
Built from nothing but high hopes and thin air
He collected up some baby blasted mothers who took their chances
And for a while they lived quite happily up there

He came from New York city man, but he couldn’t take the pace
He thought it was like dog eat dog world
Then he went to San Francisco, spent a year in outer space
With a sweet little San Fransiscan girl.

I can hear my mother wailing and a whole lot of scraping of chairs

I don’t know what it is but there’s definitely something going on upstairs
[Dig yourself]
[Laz’rus dig yourself]
[Laz’rus dig yourself]
[Laz’rus dig yourself]
(I want you to dig)[Back in that hole.]

(I want you to dig)

(I want you to dig)Meanwhile Larry made up names for the ladies
Like miss Boo and miss Quick
He stockpiled weapons and took potshots in the air
He feasted on their lovely bodies like a lunatic
And wrapped himself up in their soft yellow hair

I can hear chants and incantations and some guy is mentioning me in his prayers.
Well, I don’t know what it is but there’s definitely something going on upstairs
[Dig yourself]
[Laz’rus dig yourself]
[Laz’rus dig yourself]
[Laz’rus dig yourself]
(I want you to dig)[Back in that hole.]

(I want you to dig)

(I want you to dig)Well L New York City man, San Francisco, LA, I don’t know
But Larry grew increasingly neurotic and obscene
I mean he, he never asked to be raised from the tomb
I mean no one ever actually asked him to forsake his dreams
He ended up like so many of them do, back on the streets of New York City
In a soup queue, a dopefiend, a slave, then prison, then the madhouse, then the grave
Ah poor Larry.

But what do we really know of the dead And who actually cares?

Well, I don’t know what it is but there’s definitely something going on upstairs.[Dig yourself]
[Laz’rus dig yourself]
[Laz’rus dig yourself]
[Laz’rus dig yourself]
(I want you to dig)[Back in that hole Dig yourself]

2008: UM VÍDEO QUE ME IMPRESSIONOU

Grace Jones - "Corporate Cannibal"

2008: O FILME DO ANO

A Turma [Entre Les Murs], de Laurent Cantet

FELIZ NATAL!

Ao som do vadio "Fairytale of New York" dos Pogues e de Kirsty MacColl.

2008: O DVD DO ANO

U2 - Live at Red Rocks