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venerdì 22 luglio 2011

the adjustment bureau


"Most people live life on the path we set for them. Too afraid to explore any other. But once in a while people like you come along and knock down all the obstacles we put in your way. People who realize free will is a gift, you'll never know how to use until you fight for it. I think that's The Chairman's real plan. And maybe, one day, we won't write the plan. You will."


Siamo davvero padroni del nostro destino?è possibile che le scelte che crediamo di aver tracciato con indipendenza in realtà stiano solo seguendo la mappatura di un piano già scritto e immodificabile? Domande senza risposta che non suonano affatto nuove e che abbiamo già sentito tante volte, ma che in quel grande mistero che è l'esistenza, fatta di strane coincidenze e meccanismi indecifrabili, difficilmente passeranno mai di moda. 


Ispirato dal sempreverde Philip Dick, uno degli scrittori di fantascienza più saccheggiato della storia del cinema(Blade Runner, Minority Report per citarne alcuni),con "i guardiani del destino"(the adjustement bureau) l'esordiente George Nolfi omaggia e rievoca una delle più affascinanti e inquietanti soluzioni proposta dalla Sci-fi: un'umanità incapace di gestirsi e camminare con le proprie gambe, che ha approfittato dell'unico momento di libertà concessole dal fato ( straordinario il monologo di Terence Stamp nel ruolo di Thompson) poco prima del conflitto mondiale per devastare sé stessa; inevitabile quindi il ritorno al passato, di nuovo costantemente guidata da quel "Presidente" che attraverso schiere di eminenze grigie armate di agenda e cappello dirige ogni singola nostra azione, dal momento giusto per prendere un autobus a quello per versare un caffè, perché anche il più piccolo dettaglio se diverso da ciò che è stato scritto può cambiare la storia in modo irreparabile.
Scoperta la verità per una semplice disattenzione (voluta?) da parte del team, in realtà poco interessa delle dinamiche e delle ragioni del processo in sé stesso ai protagonisti David ed Elise: l'unica cosa veramente importante è stare insieme, vivere un amore capace di sfidare ogni variabile  che si rivela così forte da non accettare mai la resa nemmeno davanti al tempo, a Dio e ai progetti del cosmo.

è in questo struggente e romantico sentimento, culminante in una fuga mozzafiato per le strade di una New York sospesa e surreale attraverso passaggi dimensionali celati dietro porte inosservate, che la pellicola trova tutta la sua freschezza: in stato di grazia, Matt Damon tiene forte la mano di Emily Blunt correndo verso la libertà, finchè finalmente non verrà concesso il sopravvento al libero arbitrio e il piano finirà per cambiare: forse esiste davvero un disegno incomprensibile e non ci rendiamo conto di essere troppo deboli per avere la forza di modificarlo, ma una semplice scelta d'amore può essere  un'arma vincente. E non solo al cinema.

Free will

"David Norris: Whatever happened to free will?
Thompson: We actually tried free will before. After taking you from hunting and gathering to the height of the Roman empire, we stepped back to see how you'd do on your own. You gave us the dark ages for five centuries until finally we decided we should come back in. The Chairman thought that maybe we just needed to do a better job with teaching you how to ride a bike before taking the training wheels off again. So we gave you raised hopes, enlightment, scientific revolution. For six hundred years we taught you to control your impulses with reason. Then in nineteen ten, we stepped back. Within fifty years you'd brought us world war one, the depression, fascism, the holocaust and capped it off by bringing the entire planet to the brink of destruction in the Cuba missile crisis. At that point the decision was taken to step back in again before you did something that even we couldn't fix."



giovedì 30 giugno 2011

A genius

"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."



lunedì 28 marzo 2011

I am the captain of my soul

Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.

In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds and shall find me unafraid.

It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.

W.E. Henley



domenica 6 marzo 2011

Leaning of everlasting arms

What a fellowship of what a joy divine
Leaning on the everlasting arms
What a blessedness what a peace of mind
Leaning on the everlasting arms
(chorus)
Leaning, leaning safe and secure from all alarms
Leaning leaning on the everlasting arms
Oh how sweet to walk in this pilgrim way
Leaning on the everlasting arms
Oh how bright the path goes from day to day
Leaning on the everlasting arms
(chorus)
What have I did dread what have I to fear
Leaning on the everlasting arms
I have blessed peace with my lord so near
Leaning on the everlasting arms
(chorus)


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