"So if I asked you about art, you'd probably give me the skinny on every art book ever written. Michelangelo, you know a lot about him. Life's work, political aspirations, him and the pope, sexual orientations, the whole works, right? But I'll bet you can't tell me what it smells like in the Sistine Chapel. You've never actually stood there and looked up at that beautiful ceiling; seen that. If I ask you about women, you'd probably give me a syllabus about your personal favorites. You may have even been laid a few times. But you can't tell me what it feels like to wake up next to a woman and feel truly happy. You're a tough kid. And I'd ask you about war, you'd probably throw Shakespeare at me, right, "once more unto the breach dear friends." But you've never been near one. You've never held your best friend's head in your lap, watch him gasp his last breath looking to you for help. I'd ask you about love, you'd probably quote me a sonnet. But you've never looked at a woman and been totally vulnerable. Known someone that could level you with her eyes, feeling like God put an angel on earth just for you. Who could rescue you from the depths of hell. And you wouldn't know what it's like to be her angel, to have that love for her, be there forever, through anything, through cancer. And you wouldn't know about sleeping sitting up in the hospital room for two months, holding her hand, because the doctors could see in your eyes, that the terms "visiting hours" don't apply to you. You don't know about real loss, 'cause it only occurs when you've loved something more than you love yourself. And I doubt you've ever dared to love anybody that much. And look at you... I don't see an intelligent, confident man... I see a cocky, scared shitless kid. But you're a genius Will. No one denies that. No one could possibly understand the depths of you. But you presume to know everything about me because you saw a painting of mine, and you ripped my fucking life apart. You're an orphan right? You think I know the first thing about how hard your life has been, how you feel, who you are, because I read Oliver Twist? Does that encapsulate you? Personally... I don't give a shit about all that, because you know what, I can't learn anything from you, I can't read in some fuckin' book. Unless you want to talk about you, who you are. Then I'm fascinated. I'm in. But you don't want to do that do you sport? You're terrified of what you might say. Your move, chief."
giovedì 30 giugno 2011
lunedì 27 giugno 2011
"There is only one God, and his name is Death. And there is only one thing we say to Death: Not today."
sabato 18 giugno 2011
"I am a Jew. Hath not a Jew eyes? hath not a Jew hands,
organs, dimensions, senses, affections, passions? fed with the same
food, hurt with the same weapons, subject to the same diseases,
healed by the same means, warmed and cooled by the same winter and
summer, as a Christian is? If you prick us, do we not bleed? if you
tickle us, do we not laugh? if you poison us, do we not die? and if
you wrong us, shall we not revenge? If we are like you in the rest,
we will resemble you in that. If a Jew wrong a Christian, what is
his humility? Revenge. If a Christian wrong a Jew, what should his
sufferance be by Christian example? Why, revenge. The villany you
teach me, I will execute, and it shall go hard but I will better
venerdì 17 giugno 2011
"Chocolate cream pie! You know what I love about cooking? I love that after a day when nothing is sure and when I say nothing, I mean nothing. You can come home and absolutely know that if you add egg yolks to chocolate and sugar and milk, it will get thick. That's such a comfort."(Julie Powell)
Due epoche, due cucine, due città: non era facile la ricetta che Nora Ephron, madrina d'eccezione di romantiche commedie come "Insonnia d'amore" e "c'è posta per te"(senza dimenticare "Harry ti presento Sally" di cui era sceneggiatrice) ha preparato con "Julie & Julia", pellicola fuori dal tempo in un mondo che sforna film commerciali e di scarsa originalità con un'impronta che rasenta ormai la serialità.
giovedì 9 giugno 2011
"I'm an innocent man. I spent 15 years in prison for something I didn't do. I watched my father die in a British prison for something he didn't do. And this government still says he's guilty. I want to tell them that until my father is proved innocent, until all the people involved in this case are proved innocent, until the guilty ones are brought to justice, I will fight on. In the name of my father and of the truth!"
mercoledì 8 giugno 2011
"Unless you love, your life will flash by."
Una sala vuota e silenziosa per 10 coraggiosi avventurieri: quasi un viaggio in solitaria quello che in pochi abbiamo intrapreso con "the tree of life" di Terrence Malick, vincitore della Palma d'Oro a Cannes e lungamente atteso sin dall'uscita del sorprendente trailer.
Quando il cinema veste a lungo i panni di un divertente e costoso giocattolo alcuni dimenticano l'altra faccia della medaglia, meno roboante e appariscente eppure fondamentale: l'essere mezzo di comunicazione e espressione di un'arte, capace di filtrare pochi frammenti di vite per immagini e di amplificarle su un piano universale, rendendole parte di noi e di quello che siamo, eravamo e saremo.