Guión: Deborah Moggach, basado en la novela de Jean Austen

Intérpretes: Keira Knightley, Matthew Macfadyen, Brenda Blethyn, Donald Sutherland, Judi Dench

Sobre la película: " Pride and Prejudice is a humorous story of love and life among English gentility during the Georgian era. Mr Bennet is an english gentleman living in Hartfordshire with his overbearing wife. The Bennets 5 daughters; the beautiful Jane, the clever Elizabeth, the bookish Mary, the immature Kitty and the wild Lydia. Unfortunately for the Bennets, if Mr Bennet dies their house will be inherited by a distant cousin whom they have never met, so the family's future happiness and security is dependant on the daughters making good marriages(...)" | IMDB

" Inglaterra, finales del siglo XVIII. El matrimonio Bennet vive con sus cinco hijas, entre las que destaca la mayor, la bella Jane (Rosamund Pike), Lizzie (Keira Knightley), de fuerte temperamento, y la menor, Lydia (Jena Malone), que desea ante todo un marido. Cuando un soltero rico y su círculo de sofisticados amigos se instalan en una mansión vecina para pasar el verano, las Bennett se entusiasman con la posibilidad de nuevos pretendientes. Lizzie conoce al apuesto y elegante Sr. Darcy (Matthew Macfadyen), pero su primera impresión es que es orgulloso y arrogante..." | Filmaffinity

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Well, Michele's book release party was a success! She was fabulous, the fans were awesome, and our BFF's Dakota and her dude, along with Jose Lugo traveled great distances to show their support.  Michele's new book Because Your Vampire Said So is sooo worth the read! An awesome addition to her vampire Mom series, and what was really cool is that it came out just in time for mother's day!

Below is a great shot of Michele, signing a book, looking purty as usual. :) I miss her already!

Two days before Michele's book launch, we took Charlaine Harris out to dinner! For anyone who isn't aware. I'm a total fan girl of Charlaine's. I'd read toilet paper if she wrote on it. LOL. She was very sweet, and gracious. And busy! She was on the second city of an eleven city book tour, and she'd just gotten back from the location shoot of True Blood (of which she had pictures!). I can't wait to see the series when it comes out. I've already read From Dead to Worse. Love, love, loved it. Can't wait for the next one. *sigh* Too long to wait, in my opinion. LOL. Below is a picture of myself with Charlaine.

I realize I look calm in the picture (Michele took the picture), but let me tell you, I felt sick with nerves. *grin*

Hugs,

Renee :)

That bus ride made everything good between us. It made us into great friends. I think in that conversation we became something like brother and sister. It was beautiful. Unfortunately, that conversation turned me into a hopeless romantic. Of course, I did not realize what I was at the time. But looking back I know that I was a hopeless romantic, for at this theatre convention I met a girl named Jessica who I was dating a couple of days after our return from Forth Worth.

Jessica was also a hopeless romantic (she and another boy had broken up about a week before we met). She didn’t know it either though. We just sort of bumped into each other and were hopelessly romantic together for a few months.

Our relationship wasn’t really a hopeless case. Nor was it pointless by any means. It was a learning relationship. One of those relationships that teaches you a whole lot about people and romance and how love works. I think that the big mistake we made was how fast we jumped into romance. The reason we did this is, no doubt, because we were a couple of hopeless romantics who managed to bump into each other. What I learned from the relationship though, is that friendship is much more important than romance. I learned that friendship is where true depth comes from and romance was only something extra. I like thinking of relationships as plants, or flowers. If you put a seed in a pot of fertilizer no matter how much potential it may have to grow, it won’t. It will probably just shrivel up and die. Friendships are like soil and romance is like fertilizer. Flowers need soil to grow in and fertilizer can make them even more beautiful. But only if the flower has its roots in the soil will it be able to grow.

Needless to say, our relationship shriveled up and died. The next day one of her friends, Carole-Marie, sent me a text message asking if I was alright. It was pretty unexpected and very thoughtful. Little did I know that this text message was the sprouting of a seed that had already been buried in soil. Carole-Marie and I began having conversations. We could talk about anything. We could talk about spirituality and politics. We could talk about Disney movies and childhood dreams. We could talk about what we believed. We could tell jokes and laugh. It was something unspeakably beautiful. It was a plant that had sprouted up out of the ground.

After awhile people started asking us if we were dating. Neither of us were really sure. I told them that there was a point when a flower is a bud and that there is a point when it is a blossom, but that there was also this time in between the two when you could look at it and tell that it was no longer a bud, but that it was certainly not a blossom either. I told them that this is what Carole-Marie and I were. We simply weren’t sure and weren’t ready to make any declarations about our relationship.

After a few weeks of discussing whether or not we should be a bud or a blossom I finally realized how silly the discussion was and that we were asking all the wrong questions. You see, we had been asking ourselves, “What should we do? Should be pursue romance or not? Should we date or not? What should we be?” Finally, I suggested, “We’re asking the wrong question. We keep saying things like ‘What should we be?’ But, what are we?”

I went on to say, “What do you call it when you talk with a person on the phone hours out of the day because you can’t be with them? What do you call it when you can talk about happy things or sad things? What do you call it when you can have a serious discussion or laugh together? What do you call it whenever you are with a person and everything just feels right? What do you call it when you have to say goodbye and you don’t want to let go of that embrace? What do you call it?” (All describing our relationship.)

“—What do you call it?”
Her response was, “Amazing!”
To which I said, “Yeah! But seriously though, what is that called?”
“Well,” she said,” It sounds like a…um…a boyfriend.”
“Yeah,” I said, “or a girlfriend…. So, what are we?”
I could hear her smile, “Drew, sometimes you just make so much sense!”

From then on I guess we decided to start using fertilizer. Romance entered our friendship and made it something more mystic and beautiful than ever. Our friendship was there nonetheless. Our roots were deep down in friendship and our love for God shined on us like rays from the sun.

I can say that I look forward to going to prom with her. I look forward to the rest of this school year. I even look forward to summer. As much as I also look forward to leaving for college in August, I am upset that this flower must cease to be fertilized then. It’s a lucky thing that our roots are in the soil though. I know this flower will remain in bloom. Although the fertilizer will have stopped, and it may not get as much water as before, I know that the soil is good and hope for the light to continue shining.

"I am what I am given."
When we were infants, we were given what our parents gave us.
We believed, "I am what I am given."

If our bodily needs & satisfaction were delayed, then we do not come to trust, and do not trust time. Because time is universal.

People who are often late and don't feel any biggie about it are more or less fucked in the head.
(Because you do not trust, therefore you do not know the importance of a mutual recognition, but feel some kind of isolation instead.
Therefore you do not know how to deal with Hope - or the lack of.)

2. INDEPENDENCE & DOUBT:
Self Consciousness and Will To Be Yourself

"I am what I'm willing to be."
If previously mutual recognition was not achieved - you never felt "fit in" with others - you become shameful of yourself, and start doubting yourself.

Trusting yourself means you know you can control yourself and your actions.
You. Actually. Realize. You. Can. Control. Yourself.
This is what makes you autonomous, independent.

Otherwise you feel thwarted and trivial - and you cannot move on.

3. CURIOSITY & GUILT:
Role Fixation and Anticipation

"I am what I can imagine myself to be."
Once we know that we have control of ourselves, we also know we have power and curiosity  of general thing that follows.

But if we are made to feel that our experiments of power is destructive - we feel guilty.

When we feel guilty, we don't do what we're suppose to do. Therefore we miss out on the skills and experiential information we need to go into adulthood.

4. INDUSTRY & INFERIORITY:
Work Paralysis and Work Identification

"I am what I choose to learn."
We learn to follow and respect the rules.
We will get what we want if we do that.
If the sense of "I am what I can learn to make" works out successfully, then we will strive for completion of whatever we wish to get (quiet) recognition for. And we feel meaning and purpose in life.

However, if this sense of power is discouraged or dissed somewhere along your life, you will feel futile and useless.

5. IDENTITY & IDENTITY CONFUSION
Fidelity

"I am my philosophy of life."
By now we must have the answers to,
"Where did I come from?"
"Who am I?"
"What do I want to become?"
Identity, or a sense of continuity, must be searched for.

If we don't get it, we will end up in isolation - and not the intimacy we want.

In this time of age, society changes so fast that the older generation cannot be an adequate role model for the younger generation.
Now the search for identity is more important than the socialization process;
Because socialization means there are stable, uniform, socially defined people and values that young adults can be guided to.

Since the answer of "Who am I?" is often found in the eyes of others, people close to us especially influences how we feel about ourselves - and we might abandon the search for identity all together and just do whatever it takes to achieve recognition from others.

This means you're shallow, and inauthentic to yourself.
Worse, you might even become dependent on the comments of others.
Eventually, you have to free yourself from this dependency of others, in order to know where you are going and an inner reassurance of the anticipated recognition from those who count.

Fidelity is the capacity to sustain yourself even when you're confronted by the contradictions of between yourself and others.
It defines what you are faithful to, what you identify with,
and what you are identified by.

What is so important in your life that you are willing to commit to?
What is so crucial that you identify with it, pledge your fidelity to live it, and seek it with integrity?
And who should you be faithful to?

Your are your philosophy of life.

[to be continued]

XOXO

Whisper

Sucesso de público em todo o mundo, o livro vendeu mais de 2 milhões de cópias nos EUA, e está na lista dos mais vendidos há mais de 1 ano, no New York Times.

Para quem ainda não teve a oportunidade de ler, eu indico. É emocionante, cativante, autêntico e, sem sombra de dúvidas, inesquecível.

Segue uma breve sinopse:

"O caçador de pipas é considerado um dos maiores sucessos da literatura mundial dos últimos tempos. Este romance conta a história da amizade de Amir e Hassan, dois meninos quase da mesma idade, que vivem vidas muito diferentes no Afeganistão da década de 1970. Amir é rico e bem-nascido, um pouco covarde, e sempre em busca da aprovação de seu próprio pai. Hassan, que não sabe ler nem escrever, é conhecido por coragem e bondade. Os dois, no entanto, são loucos por histórias antigas de grandes guerreiros, filmes de caubói americanos e pipas. E é justamente durante um campeonato de pipas, no inverno de 1975, que Hassan dá a Amir a chance de ser um grande homem, mas ele não enxerga sua redenção. Após desperdiçar a última chance, Amir vai para os Estados Unidos, fugindo da invasão soviética ao Afeganistão, mas vinte anos depois Hassan e a pipa azul o fazem voltar à sua terra natal para acertar contas com o passado."  (trecho retirado do site da Editora Nova Fronteira)

E vale lembrar que esta história já saiu do livros e foi para as telinhas, não de forma menos cativante.

Beijos,

Marileide

Sejam bem vindos ao meu blog.

Aqui escreverei sobre livros, dando dicas de leitura e postando os novos lançamentos. Além disso, poderemos discutir sobre as melhores livrarias e sebos da cidade de São Paulo.

Quem quiser indicar ou fazer qualquer comentário sobre alguma literatura, deixe um comentário para que possamos discutir sobre a obra!

Fiquem à vontade!

Beijos,

Marileide

Again, tonight's episode was fantastic. I have been enjoying this season so much. But I still miss Charlie and wish that he could have been at Hurley's Island-Themed birthday party his parents had for him after he was rescued. I miss the dynamic between those two so much.

Here are my personal favorite moments from tonight's episode "There's No Place Like Home, Part 1.":

1. Watching Sun's miserable face as she lands in Hawaii. All I could do was cry and wonder just how Jin died. I loved it that she turned the tables in the future on her a-hole father and bought out his company from under him. You go girl. Big clue- she told him that he was one of two people responsible for Jin's death ... do I dare speculate that Michael is the other one ...
2. Sayid coming back for everyone on the small boat. God bless that man. He takes Jin and Sun and four other random nameless people to the freighter, where they run into Michael. But then the drama begins when the engine is found, and Desmond finds a rather large stack of dynomite. Is this the way Desmond dies, tragically, or is it Jin?
3. The flash forward at Jack's father's funeral, where Claire's mom breaks the bad news to Jack that he's left his sister back on the island. Damn .... now we know why he's popping pills like crazy, the guilt is killing him.
4. The flash forward where Hurley's dad gives him his birthday gift, the car that he fixed for him while Hurley was dead. Freaky moment when Hurley looks at the dashboard and those damn numbers are there. Oh, what do they mean?
5. I loved the press conference where we learn the approximate location where the plan crashed, and we learned it took them ten months to get back to the states. And it was great how the press was so damn suspicious of the Oceanic 6. They brought up a great point when they asked Kate was she six months pregnant when she was captured by the US Marshall in Australia .... Hmmm .... Claire was like eight months pregnant when they crashed ... and Desmond and Sayid were at the freighter around Christmastime, which was only three months after the crash ... what happens to them in the meantime? Weird island travel?
6. The Orchid ... how will John Locke get the island to move? What will happen to Ben know that he has surrendered to Keamy?
7. Everyone all spread out across the island ... and the frieghtor ... Aaron and Sun are on the ship; Kate and Sayid are in the jungle; Hurley is with Locke at the Orchid; and Jack is with Sawyer and Lapidis at the helicopter? How will they all make it out of there and end up becoming the Oceanic 6?
8. Richard and The Others have surrounded Kate and Sayid ... why, what do they want with them .. and how will they escape. How is this Richard? It's killing me ...
9. Previews for the season finale, Part 2 of this episode look fantastic ... I see Kate and Sawyer on the helicopter, looking into each others eyes like they are going to die/or were still in love or something ... does Sawyer die to save Kate? I thought he wasn't ever going to leave the island?
10. What will happen to everyone else? Juliet, live or die? Do Daniel and Charlotte get to get it on? What about Asian Ghost Whisperer? And, like, everyone else? Who are the other two survivors that Jack keeps talking about? We know it's not Jin ... is it John Locke and Michael? And what about Ben?

Victor Argeneau has been around for a long while, over 2000 years. He is rich, powerful, and very good-looking!

Elvi has been a vampire for 5 years, but no one told her the "rules" of being a vampire. She thinks she has to sleep in a coffin, only consume blood, and never go outside.

After Elvi's friends place a personal ad in the local paper in search of a male vampire Victor goes to Elvi's home town to see if she is for real. But someone else is interested in Elvi too, interested enough to try an kill her.

This was a great addition to the Argeneau series. Victor is very steady and calm. The perfect man to help Elvi see the way her life as a vampire can be. The chemistry between Victor and Elvi is great, but I had trouble connecting to Elvi. She "speaks" with the voice of an older woman. It made her character extremely interesting, since it poses the question of what would you do if you were a 62 year old in a 25 year old's body? This book was no where near as funny as Single White Vampire, but still had the Lynsay Sands humor that has been evident in all of the books.

Buy me at the book girl store.

Lately I feel like both of us have become a jealous type. I admit I am jealous he has a lot of ‘girl’ friends…they get to hug him kiss him touch him….and im his girlfriend…partly wife…and I don’t even get to do any of those. I see it not fair and I guess that’s why im frustrated a lot to. And I can tell he gets jealous if I’m talking to a guy friend too. I guess we just both need to realize we are together, we love each other, and it shouldn’t matter who we talk to…

*I know you will be reading this and I hope you will not get mad at whatever comment I have written…Just know I love you with all my heart...and u need to move here quicker…;-) before I die of depression and anger.

For an interview with Zana about the book, click here!

Better yet, to order your own copy of the book, click here!

This is the blurb: Forbidden Frontier

by Zana Bell

After surviving years of imprisonment in England, and now facing a seven year sentence in a new territory, convict Charlotte Badger dares to contemplate a future of freedom and fortune. Strong, short-tempered, but quick-witted, she is filled with determination for a better life.

Church minister Nathan Wesley, a loving husband and soon-to-be father, is consumed by hopes of spreading his missionary work among the convicts. His wife, Elizabeth, although fond of Nathan, feels his devotion stifles her and harbours a passionate secret that could destroy the very foundation of their marriage.

All three are on board the convict ship, Earl Cornwallis, to Port Jackson when their destinies become inextricably linked. Charlotte’s determination, Nathan’s faith, and Elizabeth’s suppressed passion prove to be an explosive combination.

Personally, I can't wait to get my hands on my own copy (ordered just recently.) I always loved reading 'convict-settler' stories years ago and in particular loved TV series based on the Australian convict settlers too.

This is what I would say to you.
I believe you deserve the entire truth.

Right from the beginning of our dating I told myself I cannot and will not screw up with this r'ship, because he will remind me to be distant with eother guys, any guy.

However I knew it was wrong when you're so sensitive. 
I just wanted you to know that our perspective on this issue has been identical right from the start. Because I knew it in my mind.
It was the fact I did not carry it through in action. I made a mistake. I slipped.
I was not tough on myself enough.

It was as if I did not take good enough care of you, regardless of all that I tried when you weren't around to see those efforts, efforts that other people told me were way too much for just another human being.

I wanted to care for you; but even with that I failed.

It would not work for you because you want the perfect girlfriend to care for you. You want a girl who is "just like you" so you would not get hurt so much.

It rips my heart out knowing I was not that girl when I could have been.
To be that girl was my own dream even before I knew who I would meet.
I prepared myself for the type of person I wanted and then that person came.

But I sympathized too much with a frail human being for temporary reasons instead of fulfilling that dream first.
I went to help a more depressed person and it was one of the biggest mistakes in my life.
Then worse I found out I would never have a second chance...

I wished I was more than a human being.
I wished I was perfect so at least I have the perfect skill to take perfect care for you.
And it isn't that I don't know how, but now I would never get the chance to show you. To show you what I am capable of, what I've always prepared myself to be and what I always dreamed to be.

Actually I don't even know if you like me anymore.
Maybe you'll never like me anymore.

I may be young but my morals and values are set. That's why I know who I want. To be with anyone after this, no matter how great they are, they are only the pieces of a mistake that I have to live with.

What I don't understand is that I am only a human being, but I don't deserve a second chance.

* * * *

Then a whole other side in which I know he cannot and will not find the perfect partner until he has sort himself out. Because his issues hinder him to see the best of a person.
There isn't a perfect person, and anyone that he likes is merely a supplementary partner, not a complimentary partner. And no one can ever be "supple" enough for him, and he will never feel happy.

Because even the most complimentary couple is not perfect is every way, but they will be happy about the imperfect bits.

With supplementary couples, they would not be happy even with the perfect bits. Because they feel something is missing.

That something is their core issue. An over-reacting, overacting fear. Once they have it out of the way, they can truly enjoy life.

Fear will always be there. But it's called feel the fear and do it anyway.

* * * *

Questions I wished I had a chance to ask:
1. What would make him secure?
2. Was it because the close friend was a male, or is it just any close friend?
3. A waste of a question, but the reasons I do not deserve a second chance.

Seríamos o casal apostando corrida na orla. Seríamos conhecido como o casal das poses engraçadas nas fotos. Não entendo, como as pessoas deixam a rotina dominarem os momentos. Deixam os momentos findarem-se nas discussões para haver um entendimento. Faz parte, é o que faz real. É o que torna a coisa mais veloz, mais intensa, mais imensa e mais delicada. E eu faria tantas músicas que seu nome estaria na capa do cd. Seu nome estaria em diversas poesias pintadas no chão da avenida. A gente seria o casal que não tinha tempo e limite. A gente seria a doçura completa, a lua linda. Ah! Se você pudesse dançar em meus sonhos, se você guardasse todos os meus segredos. Ah! Se você cantasse essa minha canção. Se você gritasse bem alto o meu nome e os palavrões engraçados. Nós seríamos o casal das mordidas na nuca. E eu te deixaria doida, te deixaria suspirando e encantada de romance.

Não entendo porque tem gente que foge. Tem gente que deixa pra lá. Não entendo porque tem gente que se fecha. Tem gente que não procura, que não liga sabendo que vai perder. Perder o início, o meio, a história toda que temos pra viver ainda. Não entendo porque quem já tem, não cuida. Não entendo porque quem pode abraçar prefere ficar quieta.

Eu te acharia linda mesmo com a cara amarrotada. Eu te chamaria de princesa mesmo que estivesse descabelada. Eu te abraçaria quando você tivesse medo. Te trataria com doçura quando estivesse insegura. Eu te daria o sol e todas as estrelas. Se você amasse todos os meus sonhos, meus olhos só olhariam pra ti, pra tudo aquilo que você sempre precisou. Nós seriamos o casal bobo chorando a admirar um ao outro. Eu te deixaria louca quando beijasse sua boca. Eu te faria suar quando mordesse a ponta da sua orelha. Eu te ensinaria o mundo, eu te ensinaria tudo, eu te ensinaria sobre mim. Eu cuidaria de ti com toda delicadeza que sei.

Ah! Se você ouvisse essas palavras. Se você soubesse quanto verdadeiro é cada sonho que te ofereço. Se você deixasse eu te conhecer. Se você se entregasse até o anoitecer. Se você parasse de se afastar. Se você me abraçasse forte. Se me prometesse não me machucar. Se você sorrisse.

É, eu te faria feliz só se você sorrisse.

I also admitted that even before I started a relationship with M,
I told myself that I cannot screw this up - because I knew that the only reason it could be screwed up is if I am not distant enough. To others.
I remained loyal, but didn't pull the distance right.
I had a very close guy friend.
I shouldn't have.

I didn't do anything wrong, but I failed to accomplish my own expectation.
M is very loyal, and that's why I really liked him.
Being with him, he would keep reminding me of this very weakness I wanted to get rid of.
But I didn't know it would take this kind of incident for me to learn.
I made a mistake; I learnt; I finally changed.

But it's too late. M is also leaving me.

I was really disappointed with myself.
M represented the partner I desired, the very kind of person I wish to gain trust from. I changed. I changed. But, I'm so depressed now.

M is leaving me.
Any perfect guy after him will not be the same. Because it isn't about his perfection; it's about my own perfection in regards to him.

Jaran

Tess is full of doubts and intent on evading the heavy expectations that result from her position as sister and heir to the only human duke in an alien empire. When she heads for a vacation on a backwater planet in her brother's domain, she instead stumbles upon a group of aliens violating territorial agreements by setting out on an expedition across the forbidden zone. On instinct she follows them, determined to aid her brother and his planned human rebellion.

She finds herself alone among the Jaran, a warlike equestrian nomadic society that rules the plains. There she works to earn the acceptance and respect of the tribe while trying to discover the aliens' true purpose.

Great fantasy series I like to re-read every once in a while. The world is richly developed with fascinating characters and plot.

 What is a promise? It is a pledge or an assurance given by one person to other that he/she will act exactly as promised. The other person can rest assured that the promise will not be broken under any circumstances. In this case, circumstances word is very significant. Because even if the promise is made in total sincerity, the circumstances are taken as an excuse for breaking them.

At times, the cost of keeping the promise unbroken can be very high. But no matter what is that cost, the breaking of a promise is a bigger sin. By breaking a promise, we hurt the other party. We kill the faith of the other party in humanity and its words. One must think about the value of the promise for the one to whom it was made. Why do we promise something to someone? Because both the parties agree that if the promise is broken, the other person will be hurt. Why is the promise accepted? The promise is accepted only if one who makes the promise is believed to be a truthful and honest person. No one believes upon the promises made by liars.

Let us look at a scenario. Say, a wife makes a promise to her husband. The wife is going out for a long period and the husband is promised that whatever may be the temptation, or need, she will never indulge in any activity that hurts him. The husband takes his wife's word as a gospel truth and feels very happy and proud about her. What if she breaks the promise at the first opportunity? What if she lies to him about that, after he gets a hint that she has broken the promise? And what if she defends herself about breaking the promise and lying by accusing the husband and asking him if he never lied or broke a promise? Imagine the hurt she will give to her husband with her action. If he is a simple and innocent person who believes that everyone in the world is like him? He will be devastated forever. Even if the wife breaks the relationship after breaking the promises, so that she does not have to explain her conduct and feel sorry about that, she would have succeeded in breaking not only a promise, but devaluing a honest person in all the possible ways. I do not know if you believe in hell, but if there is one, this wife will be sent to that hell forever. This example talks of a wife. This is equally true about husbands, and even amongst friends. A promise is sacrosanct. To break a promise given to a honest person, who has accepted that promise in all sincerity is like hitting a small kid repeatedly. Why I use the repeatedly, because whenever the husband remembers about the broken promise, he will experience the same hurt again. He will be a changed person forever, and doomed to live a life of pain that overflows from his heart.

Some people are childlike and they still believe that the world is full of truthful and honest people. They have yet not realized that the reality is contrary. If one makes a promise to such a person and breaks it easily as if it never mattered, one may not be hauled before the court of law for killing a person's spirit, but the crime is equal.

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Last October, we watched Bruce Almighty where Bruce, with God's powers, lassos the moon, pulls it closer so it is really big outside their apartment balcony. Then he paints the stars just the way he wants them and makes them extra bright and erases some clouds that are in the way. He was basically painting a beautiful work of art just to please his beloved.

The next evening I picked up the girls from the church, and we're driving home on the highway. I see, straight ahead, low in the sky, the biggest, orangest moon I had ever seen. It was not a movie special effect but a real moon, created by God. It was lassoed and pulled close for us, pained an awesome, orange, pumpkin color to match the fall leaves. I kept thinking it was something else I was mistaking for the moon, because it looked so unreal. As we exited the highway, there were too many trees, and we could not see the moon anymore. That was the only time we ever saw it like that.

Is that what God does? Does He sit in heaven painting the moon and stars to be spectacularly beautiful, just to catch our attention, to romance us, please us, to reveal His love to us? Does He paint them just for us, hoping someone will notice His artwork, His gift, and realize who the Giver is?

O que, à primeira vista, parece ser o desenlorar de uma simples estória de amor e amizade nos tempos de faculdade acaba se transformando, através da lente densa e da condução pesada, atípicamente carregada de Nichols, em uma grandiosa obra-prima sobre o egoísmo e, principalmente, sobre suas conseqüências diretas nos relacionamentos, representadas pelo drama do principal personagem da trama, Nicholson, em um de suas melhores e mais intensas performances.

Em Ânsia de Amar, o diretor consegue alcançar com precisão o tom exato para o desenvolvimento das personagens e das situações, apostando em uma narrativa lenta, com planos longos e estáticos, sem precisar transformar tudo em uma grande caricatura, como fizera em Closer, quando, embebido da sede de mergulhar o mais fundo possível numa suposta "realidade" dos relacionamentos modernos, acabara deixando tudo um tom acima do necessário.

Com isso, dividindo a obra entre a descoberta do amor e do desejo, o desenvolvimento de um fundamental laço de amizade e o rompimento de tudo isso através da concretização da personalidade do protagonista, situada dentro de todo o contexto social, intelectual e sentimental do período em que fora produzida a obra, Nichols entrega seu melhor, mais surpreendente e, porquê não, imprescindível trabalho.

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Daniel Dalpizzolo

Hal Ashby consegue balancear inteligentemente as duas características que sentenciam o tom atípico de Harold and Maude, fazendo uma miscelânea entre a melancolia de um Truffaut e a celebração da vida de um Capra. Uma pena, portanto, que o filme carregue incrustado em cada frame uma ideologia pouco favorável ao conjunto, apesar de bem condizente com a proposta do cinema de Ashby, de escolher pequenas peças desreguladas da engrenagem social e brincar em cima de suas condições – não necessariamente querendo se divertir através delas.

O filme acaba soando um pequeno e bobo conto moralista, e o engraçado é que Ashby, assim como em Muito Além do Jardim, concentra grande parte de seu esforço justamente na busca das melhores formas para escapar do julgamento fabulístico, algo que neste caso, diferente do outro, acaba sendo em vão. Mas Ensina-me a Viver – tradução medíocre que pode servir de anteaviso - tem seus momentos de brilho, como na primeira cena, quando Harold apronta meticulosamente sua encenação de suicídio, e um ou outro esquete que parta para o mesmo sentido. Ruth Gordon, assim como em O Bebê de Rosemary, está fantástica, infelizmente tendo que permanecer atada à unidimensionalidade da personagem e sua pequena e previsível função. Pode ter funcionado muito bem à época do lançamento, em meio ao fervor da contracultura, mas não envelheceu bem. Ainda que não seja um mau filme.

Aliás, curioso o fato de uma das mulheres que atravessam por um momento o destino do protagonista se chamar Sunshine. Diz muito sobre o filme.

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Daniel Dalpizzolo