Scrierile mele despre viaţă: Glamour

9/22/10

Glamour

" Nine" este un musical si ceva mai mult de atat..un vis, o poveste reala, o inlantuire de emotii, senzatii, cu dans si muzica de calitate.
L-am vizionat de curand, iar apoi am mai revazut cateva momente. Este o poveste frumoasa, insa principalul motiv pentru care atrage sunt actorii. Speciali, talentati, memorabili. Regia este semnata de Rob Marshall, dar comparativ cu "Chicago", acest film este mai puternic, mai emotionant in unele momente.
Desi nu sunt o fana a filmelor de acest gen si nu consider cabaretul o arta, ci mai degraba o forma de divertisment facila, acest film mi-a placut.
Interesant poate fi aspectul ca femeile se pot identifica cu personajele sau pot realiza ca au insusiri din fiecare: sotia devotata, mama intelegatoare, amanta perfecta, dama fatala, jurnalista talentata....
Scenele cu dialoguri sunt destul de plictisitoare, cu exceptia celor dintre Luisa si Carla, interpretate de Marion Cotillard, respectiv Penélope Cruz, cu Guido ( Daniel Day Lewis ). Momentele artistice ale acestor doua fenomenale actrite sunt perfecte, fara cusur.
Insa, scena cea mai captivanta este cea cu Kate Hudson, postata mai jos, pe melodia " Cinema Italiano". Interpretare buna, coregrafie ok, insa nu desavarsita...Totul este glamour, insa dansul nu este esenta acestui moment. Poate trebuia insistat mai mult pe acest aspect si scena era perfecta.
Merita privit acest film macar pentru peisajele frumoase din Roma. Merita atentie pentru ca este ca un vis stralucitor, care te inspira si iti ofera o stare de gratie.

"If it doesn't come bursting out of you in spite of everything, don't do it. Unless it comes unasked out of your heart and your mind and your mouth and your gut, don't do it. If you have to sit for hours staring at your computer screen or hunched over your typewriter searching for words, don't do it. If you're doing it for money or fame, don't do it. If you're doing it because you want women in your bed, don't do it. If you have to sit there and rewrite it again and again, don't do it. If it's hard work just thinking about doing it, don't do it. If you're trying to write like somebody else, forget about it. If you have to wait for it to roar out of you, then wait patiently. If it never does roar out of you, do something else. If you first have to read it to your wife or your girlfriend or your boyfriend or your parents or to anybody at all, you're not ready. Don't be like so many writers, don't be like so many thousands of people who call themselves writers, don't be dull and boring and pretentious, don't be consumed with self-love. The libraries of the world have yawned themselves to sleep over your kind. Don't add to that. Don't do it. Unless it comes out of your soul like a rocket, unless being still would drive you to madness or suicide or murder, don't do it. Unless the sun inside you is burning your gut, don't do it. When it is truly time, and if you have been chosen, it will do it by itself and it will keep on doing it until you die or it dies in you. There is no other way. And there never was." - Charles Bukowski

“Sit down. Inhale. Exhale. The gun will wait. The lake will wait. The tall gall in the small seductive vial will wait will wait: will wait a week: will wait through April. You do not have to die this certain day. Death will abide, will pamper your postponement. I assure you death will wait. Death has a lot of time. Death can attend to you tomorrow. Or next week. Death is just down the street; is most obliging neighbor; can meet you any moment. You need not die today. Stay here–through pout or pain or peskyness. Stay here. See what the news is going to be tomorrow. Graves grow no green that you can use. Remember, green’s your color. You are Spring.”