Brígida Brenda

Dou alguns pontos pela criatividade e desempenho do elenco, de fato um filme único. Pessoalmente me senti adoecida com algumas cenas, não estava preparada. Verei novamente em outra fase.

Decepcionante, preguiçoso, insosso e fraco. Por ser um clássico, esperava bem mais.

Chatinho que só ele.

What Ever Happened to Baby Jane walked, so that Pearl could run.

This is an ode to Jr.

I can't, I wouldn't and I couldn't explain what goes on inside me, but one of the things I am certain of is that we are, somehow, part of the same time, perhaps the same soul. I am skeptical about most things, but there are those that are not to be explained in any other way. I am you, you were me. Then. I remember being there, on that grassy field around the fire, there was music, there were happy people dancing around and there was me sitting on that ground, still wet from the lawn sprinkler, breathing deeply, trying to take everything in, wondering how was I so lucky to be a part of this time, around all these interesting people. I was sad too. A sadness no one understood. Didn't even bother to explain (well, most of the time). I know I can be very dramatic when I want to. But in that instant, I felt at peace. Wallflowers like us are so often misunderstood, aren't we? I know it's not always the best, but, my soul, I hope you found your peace around all of our adored ones. John is there, I'm sure, and also, I can't wait to hear all about your conversations when I get there. I'd like to tell you that, although it's sad you left, I'm also happy you're not here to see that absolutely nothing changed. In fact, I think it's gotten a little worse. But like you, I believe. Most times I just wanna catch the first opportunity to get as far away as possible from this circus, but you know I can't. How come I winded up in this place? I'm sure I'm not from here, I don't fit into this place. I just can't leave. How did you do it? Send me a sign. This is so stupid, I literally don't understand. We are instants. This doesn't matter. What are we trying so hard over? Pride? Money? Surely not. It doesn't make sense. I know if we could see each other again would be just like when I look in the mirror. We would fight all the time. Right? Lord. I'm going insane. Wilde would be so miserable. Soul, I'm in the trenches. Not literally. Spiritually. Can't focus on the things that matter anymore. One of the things I failed this time was the ability to gather individuals by the heart, as you did. There is simply no one here. Truthfully, you should see it. No one. Anger swallows the world in one single bite, so bizarre. But I get it, it's not easy to hold in the rage, sometimes even impossible. Still. Everything is so out of proportion. A glass of cognac sure does wonders, maybe two or three more can turn everything into bliss, like that day on the esplanades. God, I still smell the burning oak. My ears are deaf. I'm underwater now. My eyes are closed. Can you hear the crickets? Ok, I made it. It's so beautiful here too. The sun is beaming at us. My hair is all wet again. That's alright. I hear from afar the sound of a guitar, I can't see who is playing, but the sound is beautiful. I'm gonna catch the train in a few hours. I need to get some sleep. Don't let the coincidences deceive you. Nothing is fine. Sit tight and still. Float aloft the biggest bleak of nothingness. I miss being up there every day. Sometimes others' rejoicing makes me jealous. I wish I were able, too, to feel that. It's not their fault, I'm aware. But it's not mine either. My roots are set here, but my heart is not. That one belongs to you. It is yours. My chest beats for you. I don't think I've ever seen it from this point of view before, somehow everything is clearer now. You are really here, it's so good to be able to see you again. Maybe I'm hallucinating, but let me enjoy this for a little longer. Don't fade away. A-ha, I won. Don't sing it, it's not really an ode, I just don't know what else to call it. But do it if you want. I guess it doesn't have to rhyme to be musical.

Estranho.

Não quero ser daquelas que dizem "o livro é muito melhor", mas o livro é muito melhor.

Merecia 100 estrelas. Impecável em todos os sentidos.

Mais um filme que trata a personagem da Marilyn como a caricata loira burra. Acho q não dá pra pedir muito de um produto dos anos 50 (mesmo tendo uma personagem feminina forte interpretada pela Jane Russell), no entanto, não me agradou muito. De fato, as cenas com músicas chegam a ser divertidas e prendem a atenção.

Se já não tivesse visto tantos materiais realísticos da vida de Diana, talvez tivesse gostado mais. No fim, um filme bom, porém que não me impressionou.

Filme bobo que peca na atuação e roteiro. Nem a maravilhosa da Jennifer conseguiu levantar a barra que foi aguentar chegar ao final dele. Adam Sandler, como quase sempre, secundário e desinteressante. Tá recomendado não.

Sem necessidade dessa continuação. Horrível.

Meu coração tá quentinho.

Demorei a me adaptar com o comportamento da Corie, mas, depois de tomar consciência da época do filme e dos valores predestinados às mulheres, consegui aturá-la. Bem bobinho aos primeiros olhos, no entanto, lotado de frases importantes que te fazem refletir um pouco sobre a maneira como enxergar seu dia-a-dia, mesmo sendo totalmente diferente do dos protagonistas. Achei o final previsível e desinteressante.

Nunca imaginei que fosse possível sentir tanta amargura e compadecimento enquanto vendo um filme, mas, "A Escolha de Sofia" me provou o contrário. Baita atuação da Meryl! A partir de olhares é possível transcrever as mais complexas sensações, e ela conseguiu com exorbitante maestria. Grande atriz. Grande filme. Grande admiração.

Aqui vemos uma comédia romântica que foge aos padrões do bobinho e do extremamente previsível com personagens vazios. Kat Stratford, é, sem dúvidas, uma das minhas personagens femininas preferidas nesse gênero de filmes.