This afternoon I went to the cinema (conventional attack, I know myself, but it is what it takes). I went to the movies with my mother because I did not want other people to participate in this outdoor iron shovel I unquestionably decided to give me for two hours on foot, in this temperate afternoon in late October (see also that about ten days ago I was in New York with five degrees outside and a wool hat to protect the head). Why normal people usually do not want to experience pain, and if you can avoid, well, 'avoids it without too many stars to do then psychological problems and / or ethics. Which is exactly what I do not do, on time. And aside masochistic reason, I could explain it by saying that maybe I find some consolation in seeing that what I feel sometimes I feel too many characters on the big screen, of course, are not real, but who designed them and who writes them yes . But I'm losing.
In short, at five and quarter me and my mother we leave home, we took the car from the garage, made ten kilometers outside the town and reached the multiplex, tickets, popcorn, sitting in our place with three little girls behind me now labeled by fans of Johnny Depp, which is not just gave me trouble, I was just bored, because it meant he would have been the whole movie or talk about what is "lover" Mr. Depp (I'd also agree in theory, but first, in the room is silent, no exception, and second, for Christ's sake, was not a movie of Johnny Depp!) or would bother seeing their favorite appeared on the screen for no more than five to eight minutes in total, all concentrated, however, and would inevitably started talking about other fighettini all signed with the usual two or four years older than them who attend their own school (oh, that ass!) and would not even deign to look (or, conversely, that day to this hours in that place their eyes are crossed for a very brief microfractions of a second - and so is love!). All these things I think within five seconds it took me to sit next to my mother, who had meanwhile decided that that line was really the right one for us and that never would have agreed to move to another location (because I joke about what we want, but when I say that the movies I want to be in the pit, well ', that's why). However, the two accomplices weeks Past overseas idyll that still leave some spark of humor in me, I am convinced that MAYBE I was wrong, and that I should stop judging young people with only one eye (the person who has such confidence in himself, and believes that to do it right Why? ahem).
After a moment, leave the trailer, the usual guessing game to the first scene (yes, a bit 'as the fans get excited if you can guess the song that is playing the the earliest known type, while all other wonder that stuff is ... then one says the disease), pass Up , Where The Wild Things Are and A Christmas Carol before reaching the first I do not know (with my mother, who quickly becomes a sigh of relief in the fact that his daughter seems to have recovered for a moment the sense of reason in a "Oooooooh! "with admiration when he sees his face appear on the screen of his beautiful George); question of The Man Who Stare At Goates, and already the title, combined with the name Clooney, you should authorize the antennas on the type this movie could be (if we then add that this is the director Grant Heslov, author of Good Night, And Good Luck - beautiful title among other things, if you allow the brackets in brackets - then that's it). Now, I'm not saying that this kind of film should appeal to everyone, I never said and hard to tell, but heck, I do not ask so much of saying that, otherwise, it is best not to comment, as he 's wise man, it is better to keep quiet and pretend to be stupid, than to speak, and poking each question (or something like that). So anyway, the three girls behind me at the end of the trailer exchange each other's comments: "This is a stupid movie (quite unique, as opinion, I must say), and My mother has time to grab the sleeve of my brand new license plate tee Gaslight element (which to me I do not care, stylists common!) before I jump on the leather seat of the hall and make those three pieces to be naturally devoid of purpose as well as the brain behind me: there are very few things that make me angry about Seriously, the stupidity of opinion on things outside of their scope is one of them, in normal days and already those who make mistakes runs the risk of my fury, but now ... today could be fatal to the film that was about to begin.
Fortunately, if faith Just Is not enough, my mother knows me well and manages to stay ahead almost always on my moves, then lock the right arm has avoided bloodshed that now seemed inevitable; for me to concentrate on other things I also asked the pop-corn, so that after a few moments spent staring at the screen without really seeing him in askance back to lie down by taking deep breath to calm and to avoid a hysterical once the movie started, so now is a matter of minutes, not more.
fact shortly after the party background music, one another the names of the production and distribution of that, and I take a deep breath, I know that I will need everything to go all the way with at least a semblance of lucidity and self-control, just long enough to do those 50 meters that separate the room from the bathroom in my place, and then from there catch up on some 'calm for the last two hundred meters to the parking lot and the car, and from that point and then disappear into the darkness of the dimly lit street, the front passenger seat. It 's my way of not dealing with things, or get lost in the depths of my darkest thoughts, the other drink, or take sleeping pills or drugs: I drive until I pass.
Fortunately, if faith Just Is not enough, my mother knows me well and manages to stay ahead almost always on my moves, then lock the right arm has avoided bloodshed that now seemed inevitable; for me to concentrate on other things I also asked the pop-corn, so that after a few moments spent staring at the screen without really seeing him in askance back to lie down by taking deep breath to calm and to avoid a hysterical once the movie started, so now is a matter of minutes, not more.
fact shortly after the party background music, one another the names of the production and distribution of that, and I take a deep breath, I know that I will need everything to go all the way with at least a semblance of lucidity and self-control, just long enough to do those 50 meters that separate the room from the bathroom in my place, and then from there catch up on some 'calm for the last two hundred meters to the parking lot and the car, and from that point and then disappear into the darkness of the dimly lit street, the front passenger seat. It 's my way of not dealing with things, or get lost in the depths of my darkest thoughts, the other drink, or take sleeping pills or drugs: I drive until I pass.
If we want to see the positive side of the matter, it must be said that as the last film you could not ask for better: a party for an hour you can see that in the face, the camera lingers on his beautiful smile again and again, even if you take the story in outline by the law has become, in a sense and the proper distances, a sort of spiritual testament of a young man was destined to enter the myth, to reason and rightly so, for how things were made here in the earthly world. Because at the end of the awards always come later, under certain circumstances, with certain actors, and often if not always, then, only then, one asks the reason for this delay, because an Academy Award in 2006 but was not good in 2008, and inevitably you end up getting at with the usual spiel: no need to intervene to make clear the dead things, whether they are decisions to be taken or prizes to be awarded? Not enough, perhaps a little more courage? To put it to Bob Dylan, the answer, my friend, is blowing in the wind, the answer is blowing in the wind .
Starla here to lead the artistic value of the movie truly seems to me a bullshit, because as I have often said to those who ask me for reviews of films that are in all honesty I can not extrapolate from the creative team that has made , that particular actor or that particular director who worked on, and to give impartial review, it is something really unnatural to me, and even groped would be a joke to me and of who reads me, then if you wanted a review on the film you have the wrong reading, because this is one of those times.
Often are told that the film makes it immortal, which is almost always true, all the big stars of the past, from Humphrey Bogart to John Wayne come to us because of the films that have shot one or fifty, the number makes no difference, because in any time you know that with a simple gesture can bring back that actor and that character, in your eyes, even if only for a short time before returning to each in his own world, we are the land and all their 'afterlife. But not only this, there's more. The cinema mutual feelings and emotions almost universal, is the mouthpiece of joint, and revives on the screen so that this little piece of celluloid fruit of human creativity serve to other men to feel better, if only for a couple of hours, time off with the world, sit a moment and watch a movie without giving them much thought about.
E 'this is why today it was difficult to watch the movie from the first minute, because in my eyes there seemed to be the unmasking of a big lie, the fall of a great dream: I looked on the screen and I could not help but think that what I was seeing was just a sham, a trick, so to speak, because in reality he's gone for almost two years now. But then I was reminded almost arrogantly a sentence, a phrase with which we damn well I took a photo two weeks ago, which says: everything dies, baby, that's a fact, But maybe Everything That dies someday comes back , which is damn true, or at least it is for me, always has been I think, even when those words still do not know.
So the rest of the film I looked at him with eyes sparkling clean, inevitably, but with the secret conviction that cinema was once again playing one of his finest roles so egregious, and consigned to history humanity not only a new interpretation of one of the greatest modern actors, but also immortality to Heath Ledger.
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PS: I know someone is waiting for the post post-American journey from the small print and followers (as well as excited), but this was without doubt the above, I want to clarify.
PPS: For the record, the three girls above have welcomed the interval with a "Ah, finally!" uttered almost in unison, then got up and went to rebuild the makeup in the bathroom trash and buy a pound of popcorn. Was to be their lucky day, since I escaped for the second time in my fury (this time we thought to hold back my tears). I reiterate my preference for times when there's only me in the hall to see the film.
