terça-feira, maio 29, 2012

The dark of the matinee

Para quem, como eu, adora cinema e perder horas e horas da minha vida numa sala escura diante do grande e mágico ecrãn, este filme é uma homenagem tão bonita ao cinema que é impossível não ficar apaixonado por ele. Lindo, lindo, lindo.


"If you've ever wondered where your dreams come from, you look around... this is where they're made."


quarta-feira, maio 23, 2012

Sinal dos tempos... cada vez mais...

"Good evening, London. I thought it time we had a little talk. Are you sitting comfortably? Then I'll begin...
I suppose you're wondering why I've called you here this evening. Well you see, I'm not entirely satisfied with your performance lately…. I'm afraid your work's been slipping, and...and well, I'm afraid we've been thinking about letting you go.
Oh, I know, I know. You've been with the company a long time now. Almost...Let me see. Almost ten thousand years! My word, doesn't time fly? It seems like only yesterday… I remember the day you commenced your employment, swinging down from the trees, fresh-faced and nervous, A bone clasped in your bristling fist... "Where do I start, sir?" You asked, plaintively.
I recall my exact words: "There's a pile of dinosaur eggs over there, youngster," I said smiling paternally the while. "Get sucking."
Well, we've certainly come a long way since then, haven’t we? And yes, yes, you're right, in all that time you haven’t missed a day. Well done, thou good and faithful servant. Also please don't think I've forgotten about your out-standing service record, or about all of the invaluable contributions that you've made to the company... Fire ,the wheel of agriculture...It's an impressive list, old-timer. A jolly impressive list. Don't get me wrong.
But...well, to be frank, we've had our problems ,too. There's no getting away from it. Do you know what I think a lot of it stems from? I'll tell you... It's your basic unwillingness to get on within the company. You don't seem to want to face up to any real responsibility, or to be your own boss. Lord knows, you've been given plenty of opportunities...We've offered you promotion time and time again, and each time you've turned us down. :"I couldn't handle the work, Guv'nor," you wheedled. "I know my place"
To be frank, you're not trying, are you? You see, you've been standing still for far too long, and it's starting to show in your work....And I might add, in your general standard behaviour. The constant bickering on the factory floor has not escaped my attention...Nor the recent bouts of rowdiness in the staff canteen. Then of course there's....Hmmmm. Well, I didn't really want to have to bring this up, but...Well, you see I've been hearing some disturbing rumours about your personal life.
No, never you mind who told me. No names, no pack drill...I understand that you are unable to get on with your spouse. I hear that you argue. I am told that you shout. Violence has been mentioned. I am reliably informed that you always hurt the one you love...The one you shouldn't hurt at all.
And what about the children? It's always the children who suffer, as you're well aware. Poor little mites. What are they to make of it? What are they to make of your bullying, your despair, your cowardice and all your fondly nurtured bigotries? Really, it's not good enough, is it? And it's no good blaming the drop in work standards upon bad management, either ...
Though, to be sure, the management is very bad. In fact, let us not mince words ... the management is terrible! We've had a string of embezzlers, frauds, liars and lunatics making a string of catastrophic decisions. This is plain fact.
But who elected them? It was you! You who appointed these people! You who gave them the power to make your decisions for you! While I'll admit that anyone can make a mistake once, to go on making the same lethal errors century after century seems to me nothing short of deliberate.
You have encouraged these malicious incompetents, who have made your working life a shambles. You have accepted without question their senseless orders. You have allowed them to fill your workspace with dangerous and unproven machines.
All you had to say was "NO." You have no spine. You have no pride. You are no longer an asset to the company. I will however, be generous. You will be granted two years to show me some improvement in your work. If at the end of that time you are still unwilling to make a go of it...You're fired.
That will be all. You may return to your labors."



 Alan Moore



sexta-feira, maio 11, 2012

A vida enquanto piano desafinado


A vida, às vezes, consegue ser um autêntica merda. Especialmente quando somos "roubados" de um enorme mundo de talento na forma de um ser humano. Que continuemos a ouvir o som dos seus dedos nas teclas de um piano para nos lembrarmos da sua memória luminosa que nos iluminou até ao triste dia de hoje...


domingo, maio 06, 2012

Dejá vu

"Não digas nada – a tua boca já me pertenceu
e agora tenho ciúmes das palavras. O que
disseres será um beijo pousado nos lábios de
outra mulher, dor e mais dor, traição maior
para quem acreditou que o teu amor era para
a morte. Não fales – tenho também ciúmes


da tua voz; ouvir-te é ficar só uma vez mais."

Maria do Rosário Pedreira



quinta-feira, maio 03, 2012

Corvo

A simplicidade e a honestidade conseguem fazer momentos cinematográficos únicos. E sou recordado de algo que uma vez escrevi acerca da viagem do ano passado à Nova Zelândia. Que, por muito bonitas e inesquecíveis que sejam as paisagens e os lugares, o que acabará sempre por ficar nas nossas memórias são as pessoas, a sua sinceridade e a sua frontalidade, a forma como nos recebem e nos confrontam, é isso que fica. E aqui aconteceu exactamente a mesma coisa. Como alguém diz a certa altura, e não me recordo das palavras exactas, só vale a pena fazer alguma coisa se realmente gostarmos de a fazer, só se a amarmos muito é que vai sair bem, tenhamos ou não tudo o que precisamos à mão, se a fizermos só por interesse ou porque tem que ser, então o mais certo é ficar uma coisa muito mal feita. Assim, apenas ficamos deslumbrados pelo quanto o Gonçalo ama realmente o Corvo e as suas gentes, para ter saído esta maravilha de três horas e tal que passam a correr e deixam o desejo de continuar por ali...