tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4946221962155997452024-02-06T19:14:27.128-08:00Pseudointelectual In ManifestoPseudointelectual In Manifestohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03323853911951449264noreply@blogger.comBlogger54125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-494622196215599745.post-53822005220304424642010-03-07T17:13:00.000-08:002010-03-07T17:27:01.557-08:00APOSTA<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:180%;" >PRECIOSA (PRECIOUS - 2009)</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6nWpPGZdE0cXRCmMEjYHcKMzfj0wcnKsMjoNQ5K5InsXY2q4m61zkQzh_lWoUSmmT9jWQlA1_fSfcv6qrdqCqCXcd519rrZeCjG_GO341uMv2LOXpTHcgqVGoS82qG5HF97-VcD4hQKo/s1600-h/precious-movie1.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 224px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6nWpPGZdE0cXRCmMEjYHcKMzfj0wcnKsMjoNQ5K5InsXY2q4m61zkQzh_lWoUSmmT9jWQlA1_fSfcv6qrdqCqCXcd519rrZeCjG_GO341uMv2LOXpTHcgqVGoS82qG5HF97-VcD4hQKo/s320/precious-movie1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446065897447996930" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: justify;font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Sinopse: <span style="font-style: italic;">1987, Nova York, bairro do Harlem. Claireece "Preciosa" Jones (Gabourey Sidibe) é uma adolescente de 16 anos que sofre uma série de privações durante sua juventude. Violentada pelo pai (Rodney Jackson) e abusada pela mãe (Mo'Nique), ela cresce irritada e sem qualquer tipo de amor. O fato de ser pobre e gorda também não a ajuda nem um pouco. Além disto, Preciosa tem um filho apelidado de "Mongo", por ser portador de síndrome de Down, que está sob os cuidados da avó. Quando engravida pela segunda vez, Preciosa é suspensa da escola. A sra. Lichtenstein (Nealla Gordon) consegue para ela uma escola alternativa, que possa ajudá-la a melhor lidar com sua vida. Lá Preciosa encontra um meio de fugir de sua existência traumática, se refugiando em sua imaginação.<br /></span></span><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-size:78%;">(<a href="http://www.adorocinema.com/filmes/preciosa/imagens/1262392394_foto.asp/#ficha-tecnica">http://www.adorocinema.com/filmes/preciosa/imagens/1262392394_foto.asp/#ficha-tecnica</a>)</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><span style="font-size:100%;"></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;"></span></span></div></div></div><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WVs46JF6N5I&hl=pt_BR&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WVs46JF6N5I&hl=pt_BR&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;" >Música: <span style="font-weight: bold;">Do For Love</span><br />Intérprete: <span style="font-weight: bold;">Sabrina Starke</span></span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:85%;" ><br /></span><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;" >CD: </span><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;" ><span style="font-weight: normal;"></span></span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:85%;" ><span style="font-weight: normal;">Yellow Brick Road</span></span><span class="productCode"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:85%;" > (2009)<br /></span></span><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;" ><br />It?s that four letter word we all know<br />Ever felt or shown at one time<br />Found and lost at some time and<br />But when you find it, you should keep it<br />Simply cherish it, just like a best friend<br />It?s that four letter word<br />the original peacemaker<br />That?s universal and strong<br />And with it you can never go wrong coz now you know<br />The next time around<br />Coz when you call upon it, make sure to pass it on<br />So go ahead and?<br /><br />(Chorus)<br />Do for love<br />Like you can do nothing else no more<br />Sing for love<br />Like your favorite song<br />Playing on the radio<br />Stand for love<br />Like you haven?t stood for anything In life before<br />In the name of love<br />Let?s sing this song<br />Do it all in the name of love<br /><br />All the fame and all the riches<br />Will one day fade away<br />While that everlasting word<br />Will always stay<br />Through the ages and the years<br />Coz when you want it, it appears<br />Coz it will never fail you<br />So bear with me, go ahead now<br /><br />Chorus<br />Do for love<br />Like you can do nothing else no more<br />Sing for love<br />Like your favorite song playing on the radio<br />Stand for love<br />Like you haven?t stood for anything in life before<br />In the name of love let?s sing this song<br />Do it all in the name of love<br /><br />It is what we need more of<br />In this world today<br />It is love that will take away<br />All the ugliness we see<br />So just let it be<br /><br />Ooo ooo ooo?<br /><br />Do for love<br />Like you can do nothing else no more<br />Sing for love<br />Like your favorite song playing on the radio<br />Stand for love<br />Like you haven?t stood for anything in life before<br />In the name of love let?s sing this song<br />Do it all<br /><br />Do for love<br />Like you can do nothing else no more<br />Sing for love<br />Like your favorite song<br />Playing on the radio<br /><br />Stand for love<br />Like you haven?t stood for anything in life before<br />In the name of love<br />Let?s sing this song<br />Do it all in the name of love</span> <br /><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size:78%;">(<a href="http://vagalume.uol.com.br/sabrina-starke/do-for-love.html">http://vagalume.uol.com.br/sabrina-starke/do-for-love.html</a>)</span><br /></div></div>Pseudointelectual In Manifestohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03323853911951449264noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-494622196215599745.post-65713093183813094802010-01-18T18:14:00.000-08:002010-01-18T18:25:10.054-08:00Salve, salve essa Nega...<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEt5vw8LRWdfJ4zdYAJIMkNXwNTPCjQiR10vuWPlnvw87MxFl6cECcHsvK2sMP4N0IQ1edxT5WQq6GcK6NY21QoGhn02fy3BU0ecoWh7IU2jxd31Ceqgnw03fxzGhpS5vjdHWlzngA3dE/s1600-h/fotos.thiago4.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 289px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEt5vw8LRWdfJ4zdYAJIMkNXwNTPCjQiR10vuWPlnvw87MxFl6cECcHsvK2sMP4N0IQ1edxT5WQq6GcK6NY21QoGhn02fy3BU0ecoWh7IU2jxd31Ceqgnw03fxzGhpS5vjdHWlzngA3dE/s320/fotos.thiago4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428269413599645986" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" >Vó Silla</span><br /><br /><br /></div><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QUNqjQSqFKQ&hl=pt_BR&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QUNqjQSqFKQ&hl=pt_BR&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" >Música: <span style="font-weight: bold;">Dona Cila</span><br />Intérprete: <span style="font-weight: bold;">Maria Gadu</span><br />CD: <span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;">Maria Gadu</span></span><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"> (2009)</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" >De todo o amor que eu tenho<br />Metade foi tu que me deu<br />Salvando minh`alma da vida<br />Sorrindo e fazendo o meu eu<br /><br />Se queres partir ir embora<br />Me olha da onde estiver<br />Que eu vou te mostrar que eu to pronta<br />Me colha madura do pé<br /><br />Salve, salve essa nega<br />Que axé ela tem<br />Te carrego no colo e te dou minha mão<br />Minha vida depende só do teu encanto<br />Cila pode ir tranquila<br />Teu rebanho tá pronto<br /><br /><br />Teu olho que brilha e não para<br />Tuas mãos de fazer tudo e até<br />A vida que chamo de minha<br />Neguinha, te encontro na fé<br /><br />Me mostre um caminho agora<br />Um jeito de estar sem você<br />O apego não quer ir embora<br />Diaxo, ele tem que querer<br /><br />Ó meu pai do céu, limpe tudo aí<br />Vai chegar a rainha<br />Precisando dormir<br />Quando ela chegar<br />Tu me faça um favor<br />Dê um banto a ela, que ela me benze aonde eu for<br /><br />O fardo pesado que levas<br />Desagua na força que tens<br />Teu lar é no reino divino<br />Limpinho cheirando alecrim</span> <br /><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size:78%;">(<a href="http://vagalume.uol.com.br/maria-gadu/dona-cila.html">http://vagalume.uol.com.br/maria-gadu/dona-cila.html</a>)</span><br /></div></div>Pseudointelectual In Manifestohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03323853911951449264noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-494622196215599745.post-32871937934422976302010-01-12T19:24:00.000-08:002010-01-12T20:39:18.553-08:00COLOUR ME FREE<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjL8fePxRref28KSQ_n6CsEeOmtzjhnHjCMwb8QncKnCVf-rwDB6P5Zue6NZvEl8poQetF4R7GkceeavICJLduM2rsvtjHlpId69cJpbJzCZldypCQ-RPKZ5acnXAoP8IygTi-vjM9fvKY/s1600-h/Joss+Stone+-+Colour+Me+Free+%282009%29.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 305px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjL8fePxRref28KSQ_n6CsEeOmtzjhnHjCMwb8QncKnCVf-rwDB6P5Zue6NZvEl8poQetF4R7GkceeavICJLduM2rsvtjHlpId69cJpbJzCZldypCQ-RPKZ5acnXAoP8IygTi-vjM9fvKY/s320/Joss+Stone+-+Colour+Me+Free+%282009%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426075047048528674" border="0" /></a><br /></div><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;font-size:85%;" ><br />Colour me free</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"> é o quarto álbum de estúdio da cantora britânica Joss Stone, lançado em 20 de outubro de 2009 pela TARGET nos E.U.A, e em outras localidades dia 2 de novembro.</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Com o intuito de fugir da "Era comercial" que assola a indústria músical, a cantora apresenta um CD com canções, segundo a crítica, nada comerciais, mas de muita qualidade.</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">A própria capa faz referência a essa situação do mercado fonográfico, em que Joss aparece em uma prisão (a "comercialização"), fragmentada e descolorida.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Aquém disso, é um álbum que merece ser ouvido por todos aqueles amantes de um bom </span></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;font-size:85%;" >soul </span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">e </span></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;font-size:85%;" >R&B</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">. Abaixo, confira o primeiro single do CD </span></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;font-size:85%;" >Colour Me Free</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">.</span><br /></span><br /><br /><object width="560" height="340"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/npT3_7BAscM&hl=pt_BR&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/npT3_7BAscM&hl=pt_BR&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"></embed></object><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" >Música: <span style="font-weight: bold;">Free Me</span></span><br /><div style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" id="div_letra"><p><span style="font-size:85%;">Ain’t i got you on my back foot<br />And you know I got to feeling good<br />Cause there's something deep inside of me<br />I got to be</span></p> <p><span style="font-size:85%;">And if you find it hard to follow me<br />If I loose you in my creative stream<br />Than you only got to raise your eyes<br />And see me fly</span></p> <p><span style="font-size:85%;">(chorus)<br />Don't tell me that I won't<br />I will<br />Don't tell me that I'm not<br />I am<br />Don't tell me that my masterplan<br />Ain't coming through</span></p> <p><span style="font-size:85%;">Don't tell me that I won't<br />I will<br />Don’t tell me how to think<br />I fell<br />Don't tell me cause I know what's real<br />What I can do</span></p> <p><span style="font-size:85%;">Something that you don''t see every day<br />A little girl who has found her way<br />In world that tries to take away<br />All of your dreams</span></p> <p><span style="font-size:85%;">I think there's one thing i will say to you<br />That there is nothing that you can't do<br />Cause it's all about your attitude<br />Don’t let them get to you</span></p> <p><span style="font-size:85%;">(chorus)<br />Don’t tell me that I won't<br />I will<br />Don't tell me that I'm not<br />I am<br />Don't tell me that my masterplan<br />Ain't coming through</span></p> <p><span style="font-size:85%;">Don't tell me that I won't<br />I will<br />Don't tell me how to think<br />I fell<br />Don't tell me cause I know what’s real<br />What I can do</span></p> <p><span style="font-size:85%;">And when we're singing it out our voice<br />We can make that choice to be free</span></p> <p><span style="font-size:85%;">And when we're singing it out our voice<br />We can make that choice to be free</span></p> <p><span style="font-size:85%;">Music hey I love it<br />Yeah yes I do<br />Music now now now what<br />I love it yes i do</span></p> <p><span style="font-size:85%;">(chorus)<br />Don't tell me that I won't<br />I will<br />Don’t tell me that I'm not<br />I am<br />Don’t tell me that my masterplan<br />Ain't coming through</span></p> <p><span style="font-size:85%;">Don't tell me that I won't<br />I will<br />Don't tell me how to think<br />I fell<br />Don't tell me cause I know what's real<br />What I can do</span></p> <p><span style="font-size:85%;">Free me, free me, free me, free me…</span></p><p style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-size:78%;">(<a href="http://letras.terra.com.br/joss-stone/1437868/">http://letras.terra.com.br/joss-stone/1437868/</a>)</span><br /></span></p></div><br /></div>Pseudointelectual In Manifestohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03323853911951449264noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-494622196215599745.post-7174460823201851792009-11-26T19:56:00.000-08:002009-11-26T20:10:25.864-08:00PASSOS<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" >YOUR LIFE, OUR MOVIE</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">7ª Bienal do Mercosul: Grita e Escuta<br /><br /></span></span></span></span></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhC1gMXaLbwQHyxGm7_o-y79p70a6-3Bp7yTkDfl7U-5eb5dUCRuJ1Y8UfTml0XU3ngkVtgwA-3umHZQKErmpN0z9nNrvXzVkrptX2VoV1OSR-xeepos1_QIeIlIu0qywmg7HN_hndDuWs/s1600/Your_life_our_movie.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhC1gMXaLbwQHyxGm7_o-y79p70a6-3Bp7yTkDfl7U-5eb5dUCRuJ1Y8UfTml0XU3ngkVtgwA-3umHZQKErmpN0z9nNrvXzVkrptX2VoV1OSR-xeepos1_QIeIlIu0qywmg7HN_hndDuWs/s320/Your_life_our_movie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408629614500772546" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><a href="http://www.yourlifeourmovie.org/net/">http://www.yourlifeourmovie.org/net/</a><br /></span></span></span></span></span></span><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Your life, Our movie</span> é uma obra em webart que utiliza a base de dados do Flickr para realizar um filme interativo em tempo real. O filme é editado pelos participantes através da busca de palavras-chave na base de dados do site. Os responsáveis pelo projeto são o artista uruguaio Fernando Velásquez, que vive e trabalha em São Paulo, Bruno Favaretto e Francisco Lapetina. A ideia do trabalho é propor um jogo de palavras que alude à idéia de que todos os interatores fazem parte do resultado.<br /><br /><br /></span></div></div><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WuQiBrBD2JE&hl=pt_BR&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WuQiBrBD2JE&hl=pt_BR&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Música: <span style="font-weight: bold;">Use Somebody</span><br />Intérpretes:<span style="font-weight: bold;"> Kings Of Leon</span><br />CD: <span style="font-weight: bold;">Only By the Night</span> (2008)<br /><br />I've been roaming around<br />Always looking down and all I see<br />Painted faces, build the places I can't reach<br /><br />You know that I could use somebody<br />You know that I could use somebody<br /><br />Someone like you, and all you know, and how you speak<br />Countless lovers under cover of the street<br /><br />You know that I could use somebody<br />You know that I could use somebody<br />Someone like you<br /><br />Off in the night, while you live it up, I'm off to sleep<br />Waging wars to shape the poet and the beat<br />I hope it's gonna make you notice<br />I hope it's gonna make you notice<br /><br />Someone like me<br />Someone like me<br />Someone like me, somebody<br /><br />Someone like you, somebody<br />Someone like you, somebody<br />Someone like you, somebody<br /><br />I've been roaming around,<br />Always looking down at all I see</span> <br /><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size:78%;">(<a href="http://vagalume.uol.com.br/kings-of-leon/use-somebody.html">http://vagalume.uol.com.br/kings-of-leon/use-somebody.html</a>)</span><br /></div></div>Pseudointelectual In Manifestohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03323853911951449264noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-494622196215599745.post-67871502572644987852009-10-25T21:31:00.000-07:002009-10-25T21:41:24.552-07:00ESPECIAL BOB FOSSE<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-family:arial;">CABARET (1972)</span></span></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8vt6jdlRE87xnC6iZV26A-U4FrMLE5I1achr7cEDCoeM1C5Eij6wsyH2JEDhDPEeZaGD-ow1tYuB3NE_QY1_cuqtb391cUhedfOUVrYbyJHrBVgWERpD_zI0TMhGI6Rm-o_iKi3Mo7OQ/s1600-h/Cabaret.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 304px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8vt6jdlRE87xnC6iZV26A-U4FrMLE5I1achr7cEDCoeM1C5Eij6wsyH2JEDhDPEeZaGD-ow1tYuB3NE_QY1_cuqtb391cUhedfOUVrYbyJHrBVgWERpD_zI0TMhGI6Rm-o_iKi3Mo7OQ/s320/Cabaret.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396761927815899058" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /><div style="text-align: justify;font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:85%;">SINOPSE: <span style="font-style: italic;">Berlim no início da década de 30. O nazismo fazia sua ascensão meteórica, mas a grande maioria das pessoas ainda não tinha noção do terrível poder que aquela força política se transformaria. Sally Bowles (Liza Minnelli), uma jovem americana que canta em um cabaré e sonha em ser tornar uma estrela, se apaixona por Brian Roberts (Michael York), que é bissexual. Ambos se envolvem com Maximillian von Heune (Helmut Griem), um rico e nobre alemão. Quando Sally fica grávida, Brian diz que quer casar e declara não se importar de quem seja o filho. Mas o futuro lhes reserva outro destino<a href="http://www.adorocinema.com/filmes/cabaret/">.<br /></a></span></span><div style="text-align: right;"><a href="http://www.adorocinema.com/filmes/cabaret/"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-size:78%;">(http://www.adorocinema.com/filmes/cabaret/)</span></span></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;"></span></span></div></div></div></div><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CX-24Zm0bjk&hl=pt-br&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CX-24Zm0bjk&hl=pt-br&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Cena: <span style="font-weight: bold;">Mein Herr<br /></span>Intérprete:<span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"> Liza Minnalli<br /><br /></span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family: arial;">You have to understand the way I am, mein herr.</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;"> A tiger is a tiger, not a lamb, mein herr.</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;"> You'll never turn the vinegar to jam, mein herr.</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;"> So I do, what I do. When I'm through, then I'm through.</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;"> And I'm through, toodle oo.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: arial;"> Bye bye mein lieber herr, farewell mein lieber herr.</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;"> It was a fine affair, but now it's over.</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;"> And though I used to care, I need the open air.</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;"> You're better off without me mein herr.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: arial;"> Don't dab your eye, mein herr, or wonder why mein herr.</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;"> I've always said that I was a rover.</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;"> You mustn't knit your brow.</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;"> You should have known by now, You'd every cause to doubt me mein herr.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: arial;"> The continent of Europe is so wide, mein herr.</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;"> Not only up and down, but side to side, mein herr.</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;"> I couldn't ever cross it if I tried, mein herr.</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;"> But I do what I can, inch by inch, step by step, mile by mile.</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;"> Man by man.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: arial;"> Bye bye mein herr.</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;"> Bye bye mein lieber herr.</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;"> Auf wiedersen, mein herr.</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;"> Es war sehr gut, mein herr, und vor bei.</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;"> Du kennst mich wohl, mein herr.</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;"> Ach, lebe wohl, mein herr.</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;"> Du sollst mich nie mehr sehen mein herr.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: arial;"> Bye bye mein lieber herr.</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;"> Farewell mein lieber herr.It was a fine affair, but now it's over.</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;"> And though I used to care, I need the open air.</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;"> You're better off without me.</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;"> You'll get on without me, mein herr.</span></span></span> <br /><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size:78%;">(<a href="http://vagalume.uol.com.br/liza-minnelli/mein-herr">http://vagalume.uol.com.br/liza-minnelli/mein-herr</a>)</span><br /></div></div>Pseudointelectual In Manifestohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03323853911951449264noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-494622196215599745.post-10261400891464709442009-10-08T23:01:00.000-07:002009-10-08T23:29:55.484-07:00ESPECIAL BOB FOSSE<div style="text-align: center;"><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:180%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">SWEET CHARITY (1969)</span></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOPjt5EPY-cA2dkvHKyF74abtQvP5vrZ-IaWzpzRfjuAY2uHWz8EFmAl7alXqFD29I5VxfBT49MVEgtf8FjSC3saD5glvIc6JAqhhquHQKF0c31iS3htpnamsLBxUK73cpDMNB9g5XGEA/s1600-h/sweet_charity.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 211px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOPjt5EPY-cA2dkvHKyF74abtQvP5vrZ-IaWzpzRfjuAY2uHWz8EFmAl7alXqFD29I5VxfBT49MVEgtf8FjSC3saD5glvIc6JAqhhquHQKF0c31iS3htpnamsLBxUK73cpDMNB9g5XGEA/s320/sweet_charity.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390481213838399890" border="0" /></a><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;" >SINOPSE: <span style="font-style: italic;">Charity Hope Valentine sabe que não é vista com bom olhos, pois trabalha em um dancing, mas isto nunca a impediu de ser uma incurável otimista. Charity nunca deixou de procurar o verdadeiro amoR. Envolve-se com Charlie, um vigarista que roubou sua bolsa e a empurrou na lagoa do Central Park. Por um total acaso conhece Vittorio Vidal, um egocêntrico astro do cinema que brigara com Ursula, sua namorada, e queria alguém para lhe fazer companhia. No início ele trata Charity com toda a cortesia e ela, por sua vez, fica deslumbrada com o estilo de vida de Vittorio. Porém Ursula vai até a casa de Vidal para se reconciliar, forçando Charity a passar a noite escondida em um armário. Desesperada para deixar o salão de danças, Charity vai até uma agência de empregos, onde um burocrático entrevistador a informa que ela não tem nenhuma qualificação. Ao ir embora Charity pega o elevador, onde está Oscar Lindquist, que é muito tímido e claustrofóbico. Quando saem do elevador começam a conversar e logo ela começa a sair com Oscar, que se mostra muito respeitoso. Mais do que nunca ela sente que ele pode ser o homem da sua vida.<br /></span></span><div style="text-align: right;"><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;" ><span style="font-size:78%;">(</span><a href="http://www.cinemenu.com.br/filmes/charity-meu-amor-1969"><span style="font-size:78%;">http://www.cinemenu.com.br/filmes/charity-meu-amor-1969</span></a><span style="font-size:78%;">)</span></span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;" ><span style="font-style: italic;"></span></span></div></div><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/llNcOIZ5PQQ&hl=pt-br&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/llNcOIZ5PQQ&hl=pt-br&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Cena: Rich Men's Frug</span><br /></div>Pseudointelectual In Manifestohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03323853911951449264noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-494622196215599745.post-5038305221830163412009-09-21T21:51:00.000-07:002009-09-21T22:08:37.790-07:00CAFONICES NOSSAS DE TODO DIA<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:180%;">OS FANTASMAS SE DIVERTEM<span style="font-size:100%;"> </span></span></span></span><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;" >(Beetlejuice</span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"> </span></span></span><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;" >- 1988)</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkh8pJaGNcqoryCJLwTxSpN4aRn3QikVXZPM4F6tIT9f81o8jLe25X11nqaN1JWauKrYeH3CH5DiqUWoL1BbasCff6SLUX8H9a3MmOnFEnf7VlatcBHx8diyaboLo5Jcs-LizoyC7F2Y0/s1600-h/beetlejuice.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 234px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkh8pJaGNcqoryCJLwTxSpN4aRn3QikVXZPM4F6tIT9f81o8jLe25X11nqaN1JWauKrYeH3CH5DiqUWoL1BbasCff6SLUX8H9a3MmOnFEnf7VlatcBHx8diyaboLo5Jcs-LizoyC7F2Y0/s320/beetlejuice.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384150462398709298" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;" >SINOPSE: </span><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;" >Após morrerem quando o carro deles cai em um rio, Barbara Maitland (Geena Davis) e Adam Maitland (Alec Baldwin) se vêem como fantasmas que não podem sair da sua casa de campo na Nova Inglaterra, pois antes que possam ganhar suas asas têm que ocupar a casa como fantasmas pelos próximos cinqüenta anos. A paz é rompida quando Charles (Jeffrey Jones) e Delia Deitz (Catherine O'Hara), um casal de novos-ricos, compra a casa. Mas os Maitland são inofensivos como fantasmas e os esforços para espantar os compradores acaba em fracasso. E se o casal não fica apavavorado, Lydia Deitz (Winona Ryder), a excêntrica e dark filha deles, pode ver e falar com Barbara e Adam, que contratam os serviços de um Beetlejuice (Michael Keaton), um "bio-exorcista", para apavorar os moradores, apesar de sentirem simpatia por Lydia. Mas logo a situação foge do controle.</span><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size:78%;">(<a href="http://www.interfilmes.com/filme_13342_Os.Fantasmas.Se.Divertem-%28Beetlejuice%29.html">http://www.interfilmes.com/filme_13342_Os.Fantasmas.Se.Divertem-(Beetlejuice).html</a>)</span><br /></div></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><br /><br /></span></span></span></div><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NR1DZM0NPBY&hl=pt-br&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NR1DZM0NPBY&hl=pt-br&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Música: <span style="font-weight: bold;">Time of my life</span><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Filme: <span style="font-weight: bold;">Dirty Dancing (1987)<br /></span>Intérpretes: <span style="font-weight: bold;">Patrick Swayze & Jennifer Gray</span><br /><br /></span></div>Pseudointelectual In Manifestohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03323853911951449264noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-494622196215599745.post-84677474638018139752009-09-01T21:03:00.000-07:002009-09-01T21:07:41.785-07:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;" ><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><span style="text-decoration: underline;">15° SANTA MARIA EM DANÇA</span></span></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEia0ZVr5RVnYxQ0Xr2AMd_gvIGIKFxrlpHLN74J7OjeZdFMrkoc0fufaws9bvvBuafoALynh2AdHcW0_dn_E1D9FGbqMB3i-L3c8S-IfkfWOPJBbV_R6QMInd2N4EATSgN4XlvotKWjyP4/s1600-h/SMD.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 308px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEia0ZVr5RVnYxQ0Xr2AMd_gvIGIKFxrlpHLN74J7OjeZdFMrkoc0fufaws9bvvBuafoALynh2AdHcW0_dn_E1D9FGbqMB3i-L3c8S-IfkfWOPJBbV_R6QMInd2N4EATSgN4XlvotKWjyP4/s320/SMD.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376716460237306194" border="0" /></a><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><br /><br /></div>Pseudointelectual In Manifestohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03323853911951449264noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-494622196215599745.post-18358810831055795492009-08-09T23:34:00.001-07:002009-08-09T23:46:29.609-07:00GRANDE, MULHER GRANDE<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" ><span style="font-size:180%;">DIVÃ</span></span> <span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;" >(Divã - 2009)</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtrWHTnj_goE3SLNXUoJ32evikQ928qcu5whb02jDUJ08psnG7RyJMvHe7YFLMWOrDyzGMoqz-Y4JP1WhiBntKD-cNIvpBMVlR2Ns_Fc645xQaJ6K3BpPfCpj6gHfGI4JoI-6naTK7lwk/s1600-h/diva_thumb5b35d.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 217px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtrWHTnj_goE3SLNXUoJ32evikQ928qcu5whb02jDUJ08psnG7RyJMvHe7YFLMWOrDyzGMoqz-Y4JP1WhiBntKD-cNIvpBMVlR2Ns_Fc645xQaJ6K3BpPfCpj6gHfGI4JoI-6naTK7lwk/s320/diva_thumb5b35d.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368221202993833474" border="0" /></a><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">SINOPSE: </span></span><span style="font-style: italic;" class="style5"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">Mercedes (Lília Cabral) é uma mulher casada e com dois filhos que, aos 40 anos, tem a vida estabilizada. Um dia ela resolve, por curiosidade, procurar um analista. Aos poucos ela descobre facetas que desconhecia, tendo que contar com o marido Gustavo (José Mayer) e a amiga Mônica (Alexandra Richter) para ajudá-la.</span></span></span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;" class="style5"> </span><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size:78%;">(<a href="http://www.adorocinema.com/filmes/diva/diva.asp%29">http://www.adorocinema.com/filmes/diva/diva.asp)</a><br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><br /></div></div><span style="font-style: italic;" class="style5"></span></div><span style="font-style: italic;" class="style5"> </span> <span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;" > </span><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KZNv6S_6pYE&hl=pt-br&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KZNv6S_6pYE&hl=pt-br&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" >Música: <span style="font-weight: bold;">Super Mulher</span><br />Intérprete: <span style="font-weight: bold;">Ana Cañas</span><br />CD: <span style="font-weight: bold;">Amor e caos (2007)</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Olha, ela fala, ela canta, ela grita, ela zanza</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;"> Ela tem aquela transa</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;"> Que eu não digo com quem é</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;"> Ela tem o rebolado</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;"> Tem o corpo tatuado</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;"> De uma figa da Guiné</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: arial;"> Ela tem uma coleção</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;"> De animais bem perigosos</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;"> De animais muito orgulhosos</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;"> Lá da Arca de Noé</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;"> Ela tem uma pantera</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;"> Que ela arrasta na coleira</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;"> Ela gosta dessa fera</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;"> Porque é grande feiticeira</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;"> E seduz os corações</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: arial;"> Super-Mulher</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;"> Super-Mulher</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;"> Anticapa voadora</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;"> Domadora de Leões</span></span> <br /><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size:78%;">(<a href="http://vagalume.uol.com.br/ana-canas/">http://vagalume.uol.com.br/ana-canas/</a>)</span><br /></div></div>Pseudointelectual In Manifestohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03323853911951449264noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-494622196215599745.post-38356614174734526402009-08-02T20:02:00.000-07:002009-08-02T20:17:11.871-07:00DONZELAS E CANTORES<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:180%;" >ROMANCE </span><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;" >(<span style="font-style: italic;">Romance - </span>2008)<br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgprfanS5-8Or40XGp0EDC5EkeZ-VJsbyVdgeD4O8vg2B3lEw1QPaXeaM3dDjDkftIvJCrgd5YTgmYqWBtWZr4PH3yHoXjo3STd3f0I7mXkx_WnzfS6lRXqpQ7i8xBC08uJn-UsrNyi56Y/s1600-h/romance-poster01.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 218px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgprfanS5-8Or40XGp0EDC5EkeZ-VJsbyVdgeD4O8vg2B3lEw1QPaXeaM3dDjDkftIvJCrgd5YTgmYqWBtWZr4PH3yHoXjo3STd3f0I7mXkx_WnzfS6lRXqpQ7i8xBC08uJn-UsrNyi56Y/s320/romance-poster01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365568183167202018" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;" >SINOPSE: <span style="font-style: italic;">Ana e Afonso, dois jovens atores, se apaixonam durante a montagem teatral do “Romance de Tristão e Isolda”. Ao mesmo tempo que recriam a história deste casal mítico que está na origem de todos os casais românticos, eles tentam descobrir para si próprios uma nova forma de se relacionar, menos trágica e mais livre, porém carregada da mesma emoção. Ao narrar o romance contemporâneo de Ana e Afonso, tendo como pano de fundo o romance clássico de Tristão e Isolda, “Romance” é uma história de amor e uma história sobre o amor.<br /></span></span><div style="text-align: right;"><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:78%;" >(<a href="http://meucinemabrasileiro.com/filmes/romance/romance.asp">http://meucinemabrasileiro.com/filmes/romance/romance.asp</a>)</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;"></span></span></div></div><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kfc9p6rXeu8&hl=pt-br&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kfc9p6rXeu8&hl=pt-br&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;" >Música: <span style="font-weight: bold;">Na gangorra</span><br />Intérprete: <span style="font-weight: bold;">Mariana Aydar</span><br />CD: <span style="font-weight: bold;">Kavita 1 (2006)</span><br /><br />Na boa, nós dois na gangorra<br />Na boa, nós dois na gangorra<br /><br />Remando horas a fio<br />A noite é escura, o tempo frio<br />Rumando contra a corrente, vai fugindo porque sente<br />Mas nem saiu do lugar<br />Não adiantou tanto remar<br />Pois esqueceu amarrada a canoa na beirada<br />Pois esqueceu amarrada a canoa na beirada<br /><br />Nós dois num filme de ação<br />Eu a mocinha e você o vilão<br />Nós dois num filme de amor<br />Eu a donzela e você o cantor<br /><br />Na boa, nós dois na gangorra<br />Na boa, nós dois na gangorra<br /><br />Remando horas a fio<br />A noite é escura, o tempo frio<br />Rumando contra a corrente, vai fugindo porque sente<br />Mas nem saiu do lugar<br />Não adiantou tanto remar<br />Pois esqueceu amarrada a canoa na beirada<br />Pois esqueceu amarrada a canoa na beirada<br /><br />Nós dois num filme de ação<br />Eu a mocinha e você o vilão<br />Nós dois num filme de amor<br />Eu a donzela e você o cantor</span> <br /><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size:78%;">(<a href="http://vagalume.uol.com.br/mariana-aydar">http://vagalume.uol.com.br/mariana-aydar</a>)</span><br /></div></div>Pseudointelectual In Manifestohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03323853911951449264noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-494622196215599745.post-73376627063360995392009-07-28T23:58:00.000-07:002009-07-29T00:15:03.918-07:00PRIMEIRA PESSOA DO PLURAL<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:180%;" >UMA FAMÍLIA BEM DIFERENTE</span> <span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;" >(Breakfast With Scot - 2007)</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUhLxFHt7kRqVmbg1iLu-X1qjauI2jfiUBE3KrceLe1AlBbyhL-633q_H7BhHu3PCp7RDUP2yVYwD1ArbweXDGFW0LQwNpUp7l-mBtUaiaxv9GRhj4_H9ouwFla77Ej9-RLan9WxY0I-k/s1600-h/umafamiliafeliz.bmp"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUhLxFHt7kRqVmbg1iLu-X1qjauI2jfiUBE3KrceLe1AlBbyhL-633q_H7BhHu3PCp7RDUP2yVYwD1ArbweXDGFW0LQwNpUp7l-mBtUaiaxv9GRhj4_H9ouwFla77Ej9-RLan9WxY0I-k/s320/umafamiliafeliz.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363774722174119794" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;" ></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" ><span style="font-family:arial;">Sinopse: </span></span></span></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;" >Eric (Tom Cavanagh) vive para o hóquei. Agora na faixa dos trinta, ele deixou sua carreira de jogador profissional para se tornar comentarista de esportes na TV. É uma vida de sonho! Mas quando o namorado de Eric, Sam (Ben Shenkman), avisa que eles terão que cuidar temporariamente de um menino, o confortável mundo de Eric desmonta. Chega Scot (Noah Bernett), recém-órfão, um menino efeminado de 11 anos e o oposto exato de Eric. Assustados com a alegria de viver de Scot, Eric e Sam gentilmente afastam Scot dos perfumados cremes para mãos e de tudo o que for cor-de-rosa, buscando um passatempo mais "aceitável": o hóquei. Mas após o primeiro e desastroso jogo de Scot, Eric começa a repensar as concessões que fez em sua própria vida, para poder ser "aceito".</span><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><br /></span></span><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size:78%;">(<a href="http://www.interfilmes.com/filme_21644_Uma.Familia.Bem.Diferente-%28Breakfast.With.Scot%29.html">http://www.interfilmes.com/filme_21644_Uma.Familia.Bem.Diferente-(Breakfast.With.Scot).html</a>)</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div></div><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PYNMcAqaOx4&hl=pt-br&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PYNMcAqaOx4&hl=pt-br&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">Música: <span style="font-weight: bold;">Vegas</span><br />Intérprete: <span style="font-weight: bold;">Sara Bareilles</span><br />CD: <span style="font-weight: bold;">Little Voice (2007)</span><br /><br />Gonna sell my car and go to Vegas</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"> Cause somebody told me that’s where dreams would be.</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"> Gonna sell my car and go to Vegas</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"> Finally see my name upon the Palace marquees</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"> Gonna quit my job and move to New York</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"> Cause somebody told me that’s where dreamers should go.</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"> I'm gonna quit my job and move to New York.</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"> And tattoo my body with every Broadway show.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"> CHORUS</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"> Listen up now honey, you’re gonna be sorry</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"> Can’t get out from under a sky that is falling</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"> You say… No fame no money I’m nobody</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"> The way I’m running has sure got me down on my knees</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"> But next stop, Vegas please</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"> Gotta get to Vegas</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"> Can you take me to Vegas?</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"> Gonna sell my house and cross the border</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"> Cause somebody said that dreams live in Mexico</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"> Gonna sell my house and gonna lose ten pounds and cross the border</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"> And make sweet love upon the white sandy shore</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"> CHORUS</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"> Listen up now honey, you’re gonna be sorry</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"> Can’t get out from under a sky that is falling</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"> You say… No fame no money i’m nobody</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"> The way I’m running has sure got me down on my knees</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"> But next stop, Vegas please</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"> It’s always just around the corner or you’re on your way to somewhere</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"> That is bigger, better if you could only get there</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"> It’s never your fault you can’t start your own winning streak</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"> But I’d hate to lose you to the fortune you seek</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"> I'm gonna lose my mind and sail the ocean</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"> Cause somebody told me there were cherry blue skies</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"> I'm gonna fix my mind with a final destination</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"> And have a deep sleep upon the sweet dream I'll never realize...</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"> No</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"> CHORUS</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"> Listen up now honey, you’re gonna be sorry</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"> You can’t get out from under a sky that is falling</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"> You say… No fame no money I’m nobody</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"> The way I’m running has sure got me down on my knees</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"> But next stop, Vegas please…</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"> I got to get to Vegas. I got to get to Vegas</span></span> <br /><div style="text-align: right;"><a href="http://letras.terra.com.br/sara-bareilles/1077534/"><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">(http://letras.terra.com.br/sara-bareilles/1077534/)</span></span></a><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></span></div></div>Pseudointelectual In Manifestohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03323853911951449264noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-494622196215599745.post-58364162935167469702009-07-20T23:12:00.000-07:002009-07-20T23:51:51.892-07:00VISIBILIDADE VIGIADA<div style="text-align: center;"><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:180%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">QUEER AS FOLK</span></span> <span style="font-family: arial;font-size:130%;" >(2000 - 2005)</span><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEkf7CiNFiyPmNMFzK7CWxdjTVGFKkRTXLUHvJjRANE8fsVgVBDt7pcJCsCcUWmCiRXZoEcS4j2s1xddM4fDY4asW2toVbpzBAizMTSJ-zlQ0BvpdbZkigieYCLDMc_uB7TO3M-5rZyDw/s1600-h/queer+as+folk.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 227px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEkf7CiNFiyPmNMFzK7CWxdjTVGFKkRTXLUHvJjRANE8fsVgVBDt7pcJCsCcUWmCiRXZoEcS4j2s1xddM4fDY4asW2toVbpzBAizMTSJ-zlQ0BvpdbZkigieYCLDMc_uB7TO3M-5rZyDw/s320/queer+as+folk.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360795746128626242" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: justify;font-family:arial;"><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;" >SINOPSE: </span><span style="font-size:85%;"><i><b>Queer as Folk</b></i> é o nome de duas séries televisivas dramáticas de sucesso, criados por Russell T. Davies. O nome do seriado é uma brincadeira com um ditado inglês, de "ninguém é tão estranho como nós" ("nobody is so weird as folk"), para "ninguém é tão gay como nós" ("nobody is so queer as folk").</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /> A série original começou a ser produzido em 1999 pelo Red Production Company para o canal aberto Canal 4 do Reino Unido. Contava os conflitos diários de três homens gays vivendo em Manchester.</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /> O seriado adaptado foi uma co-produção Estados Unidos - Canadá e começou a ser transmitido em 2000 nos seguintes canais de televisão a cabo: Showtime (EUA) e Showcase (Canadá). Contava a história de cinco homens gays e uma casal de lésbicas que viviam em Pittsburg, Pennsylvania.</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /> Este seriado é um marco na luta dos direitos GLBT, pois investe em uma trama sem cunho pornográfico ou apelativo, mostrado homossexuais como pessoas "comuns", vivendo em seu dia-a-dia. As dificuldades e conquistas desta comunidade são brilhantemente retratadas neste seriado.</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /> No Brasil, o seriado foi exibido pelo canal por assinatura Cinemax. Em Portugal, a série foi exibida pelo canal generalista nacional TVI, dando à hora da madrugada. Infelizmente, os DVDs da série não foram lançados nos dois países.<br /></span><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size:78%;">(<a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Queer_as_Folk">http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Queer_as_Folk</a>)</span><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Vídeo censurado da banda The Strokes (Completo)</span><br /></span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">Adivinhe por quê?<br /></span></span><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span><br /></span></span></span></div></div></div></div><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lNIHwb_SOJA&hl=pt-br&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lNIHwb_SOJA&hl=pt-br&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">Música: <span style="font-weight: bold;">Juicebox</span><br />Intérpretes: <span style="font-weight: bold;">The Strokes</span><br />CD: <span style="font-weight: bold;">First Impressions of Earth (2006)</span><br /><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;" ><br /></span></span></span><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;" >Everybody sees me<br />But it's not that easy<br />Standing in the light field<br />(standing in the light field)<br />Waiting for some action<br />(Waiting for some action)<br />why won't you come over here?<br /><br />Why won't you come over here<br />We've got a city to love!<br />Why won't you come over here<br />We've got a city to love!<br /><br />Old-time grudges will die so slowly<br />I know you miss the way I saw you.<br /><br />And cold, you're so cold,<br />You're so cold, you're so cooold...<br /><br />Nobody can see me<br />Everything's too easy<br />Standing in the light field<br />(Standing in the light field)<br />Waiting for some actress<br />(Waiting for some actress)<br />To say "Why won't you come over here?"<br /><br />Why won't you come over here<br />We've got a city to love!<br />Why won't you come over here<br />We've got a city to love!<br /><br />Old-time love songs will die so swiftly<br />You never trust me...<br />For awhile it was nice<br />But it's time to say Bye!<br /><br />Cold, you're so cold,<br />You're so cold, you're so cooold...<br />No, no, no,<br />Cold, you're so cold,<br />You're so cold, you're so cooold...<br /><br />Oh no, no, no, no,<br />Cold, you're so cold,<br />You're so cold, you're so cooold...<br /><br />No no, you're so cold.</span> <br /><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size:78%;">(<a href="http://vagalume.uol.com.br/the-strokes">http://vagalume.uol.com.br/the-strokes</a>)</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Não entendeu? Assista a esse vídeo e compare: <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=M6XVbm0kS9c">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=M6XVbm0kS9c</a> (Quais foram as cenas excluídas?)</span><br /></div></div></div>Pseudointelectual In Manifestohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03323853911951449264noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-494622196215599745.post-68478030203268454492009-07-12T14:08:00.000-07:002009-07-12T15:25:54.732-07:00TEMPOS DE ENSINO MÉDIO<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">A RAINHA DOS CONDENADOS </span></span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:100%;">(Queen of the damned - 2002)<br /><br /></span></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgV6SUH7xAwq9pO3haSxM15bskCq6LQgQ1tK5WNnz44vNT6lFDqnMpRY7wFBIPjgvUGtmzqQO-7WvSa5oU6JOWhZDTrasDI77kVB_Lzu-I6lyUiYVXeb5xLpxZm_Z4A3oo3lgAUlfAzHHQ/s1600-h/rainha+dos+condenados.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgV6SUH7xAwq9pO3haSxM15bskCq6LQgQ1tK5WNnz44vNT6lFDqnMpRY7wFBIPjgvUGtmzqQO-7WvSa5oU6JOWhZDTrasDI77kVB_Lzu-I6lyUiYVXeb5xLpxZm_Z4A3oo3lgAUlfAzHHQ/s320/rainha+dos+condenados.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357685833029725522" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></span></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></span></span></span><span style=";font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;" >SINOPSE: <span style="font-style: italic;">O vampiro Lestat (Stuart Towsend) reinventou a si mesmo e agora é uma grande estrela do rock contemporâneo nos Estados Unidos. Sua música acaba despertando Akasha (Aaliyah), a rainha de todos os vampiros, cujo poder é tão grande que para combatê-la todos os vampiros da face da Terra precisarão se unir a fim de evitar sua própria extinção. Mas assim como a música de Lestat inspira Akasha, que deseja fazer dele seu rei, ela também faz com que Jesse (Marguerite Moreau), uma jovem fascinada pelo lado negro da vida, se apaixone por Lestat.<br /></span></span><div style="text-align: right;"><span style=";font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;" ><span style="font-size:78%;">(<a href="http://www.adorocinema.com/filmes/rainha-dos-condenados">http://www.adorocinema.com/filmes/rainha-dos-condenados</a>)<br /><br /></span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><span style=";font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;" ></span><span style=";font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;" ><span style="font-style: italic;"></span></span></div></div></div><object width="560" height="340"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gW1OZC8tlfc&hl=pt-br&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gW1OZC8tlfc&hl=pt-br&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"></embed></object><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" >Música: <span style="font-weight: bold;">My Sacrifice</span></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" >Intérprete: <span style="font-weight: bold;">Creed</span></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" >CD: <span style="font-weight: bold;">Weathered (2001)</span></span><br /></div><span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" ><br /></span><div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Hello my friend we meet again<br />It's been a while where should we begin<br />Feels like forever<br />With in my heart a memory<br />A perfect love that you gave to me<br />Oh I remember<br /><br />Chorus:<br />When you are with me<br />I'm free<br />I'm careless<br />I believe<br />Above all the others we'll fly<br />this brings tears to my eyes<br />My sacrifice<br /><br />We've seen our share of ups and downs<br />Oh how quickly life can turn around<br />In an instant<br />It feels so good to reunite<br />Within yourself and within your mind<br />Lets find peace there<br /><br />CHORUS:<br />When you are with me<br />I'm free<br />I'm careless<br />I believe<br />Above all the others we'll fly<br />this brings tears to my eyes<br />My sacrifice<br /><br />I just want to say hello again<br />I just want to say hello again<br /><br />CHORUS 2x<br />When you are with me<br />I'm free<br />I'm careless<br />I believe<br />Above all the others we'll fly<br />this brings tears to my eyes<br />My sacrifice<br /><br />I just want to say hello again<br />I just want to say hello again<br /><br />My sacrifice</span> </div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size:78%;">(<a href="http://vagalume.uol.com.br/creed">http://vagalume.uol.com.br/creed</a>)</span><br /></div>Pseudointelectual In Manifestohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03323853911951449264noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-494622196215599745.post-19020202952178616122009-06-28T21:43:00.000-07:002009-06-28T22:01:25.501-07:00SAUDADE I<div style="text-align: center;"><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">UM AMOR PARA RECORDAR</span></span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSrkoc6vVv4CXkN8tHHhmEtLQ35hyuX3-6kBOluYFqnd6YMM0lLI7B7GoHPSSKtQAvTnkzDopSCe-lswWvvmAkSuLg7tRz2dEQJABAn2Bayr-fq9udHQOmKthIDf7Sym5g9Jf0HzSpJzo/s1600-h/um-amor-para-recordar-filme.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 207px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSrkoc6vVv4CXkN8tHHhmEtLQ35hyuX3-6kBOluYFqnd6YMM0lLI7B7GoHPSSKtQAvTnkzDopSCe-lswWvvmAkSuLg7tRz2dEQJABAn2Bayr-fq9udHQOmKthIDf7Sym5g9Jf0HzSpJzo/s320/um-amor-para-recordar-filme.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352606529135502370" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size:85%;">SINOPSE: <span style="font-style: italic;">Essa é a comovente história de Landon, o rapaz mais popular da escola. Desajustado e agressivo, ele se apaixona por Jamie, uma menina que vive em outro mundo. Filha do pastor da pequena cidade, é estudiosa e compenetrada. Jamie nunca imaginou conversar com Landon, quanto mais se apaixonar perdidamente por ele. Mas o destino que os uniu, vai também lhes pregar uma peça. O lindo romance entre Landon e Jamie será Um Amor para Recordar.<br /></span></span><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-size:78%;">(<a href="http://cineminha.uol.com.br/">http://cineminha.uol.com.br</a>)</span><span style="font-style: italic;"></span></span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;"></span></span></div></div><br /></div></div><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5INEryrpLMw&hl=pt-br&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5INEryrpLMw&hl=pt-br&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">Música: <span style="font-weight: bold;">Da janela<br /></span></span><span style="font-family:arial;">Intérprete: <span style="font-weight: bold;">Nenhum de Nós<br /></span></span><span style="font-family:arial;">CD: <span style="font-weight: bold;">Nenhum de Nós Acústico (2002)<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></span>Da janela eu vejo a rua</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"> Onde ela caminha todo dia</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"> Ela passa</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"> E sempre acha graça quando me vê</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"> Ela passa tão depressa</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"> Que eu não tenho tempo</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"> E nem coragem</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"> De abrir a boca e fazer a pergunta que eu ensaiei</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"> Ensaiei</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"> (refrão)</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"> Você ainda me ama?</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"> Eu sei que no fundo, bem no fundinho</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"> Você ainda me ama</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"> Mas da janela eu vejo a rua</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"> Onde ela caminha</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"> No fim do dia</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"> Na volta pra casa</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"> Já está tão escuro que ela já não mais me vê</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"> Mas eu tenho que chamar</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"> Eu tenho que gritar</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"> Eu tenho que fazer ela parar</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"> Quem sabe até fazer ela voltar</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"> Eu tenho mesmo é que perguntar</span></span> <br /><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size:78%;">(<a href="http://vagalume.uol.com.br/nenhum-de-nos">http://vagalume.uol.com.br/nenhum-de-nos</a>)</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size:85%;">* Pode parecer piegas, mas isso remete a um tempo relativamente distante. Período em que via o mundo com os olhos fechados...</span><br /></div></div></div>Pseudointelectual In Manifestohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03323853911951449264noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-494622196215599745.post-58793318889997942392009-06-16T20:37:00.000-07:002009-06-16T20:58:37.848-07:00ERUDIÇÃO<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;" >MONÓLOGO DAS MÃOS </span><span style="font-size:100%;">(Ghiaroni)<br /></span><div style="text-align: right; font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Por Bibi Ferreira</span></div><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></div><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3BhsnXDn-jk&hl=pt-br&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3BhsnXDn-jk&hl=pt-br&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br /><div style="text-align: right; font-style: italic;font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-style: italic;"></span></span><br /><br /></div></div><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DvuKxL4LOqc&hl=pt-br&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DvuKxL4LOqc&hl=pt-br&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;" >Música: <span style="font-weight: bold;">Queen Of The Night (A Rainha da Noite) </span></span><br /><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;" >Intérprete: <span style="font-weight: bold;">Diana Damrau</span></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:85%;" >Trecho da Ópera "A Flauta Mágica" (1791) de Mozart<br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:85%;" ><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br />* Nessas horas descobrimos que a língua não faz a menor diferença...<br />** Post em homenagem a uma professora de Teoria da literatura.<br /></span></div></div>Pseudointelectual In Manifestohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03323853911951449264noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-494622196215599745.post-40527033156634569692009-06-10T21:22:00.000-07:002009-06-10T21:37:36.883-07:00MANHÃ<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" >CAFÉ DA MANHÃ EM PLUTÃO</span></span> <span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;" >(Breakfast on Pluto - 2005)</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEE6pYA5AdTFBE8pW4RyNnXX3TsHFGu_BoGm3XLNoUCNaTclcZPH1peMTNWE86sRKLp3dCuwUi90dNbdXDxKPPERQCx0wBA_l3K6X7kD09yBAYMnagr8buts5RCGChlAX7fzKW6B1tSd0/s1600-h/cafe+da+manha+em+plutao+-+velvet.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEE6pYA5AdTFBE8pW4RyNnXX3TsHFGu_BoGm3XLNoUCNaTclcZPH1peMTNWE86sRKLp3dCuwUi90dNbdXDxKPPERQCx0wBA_l3K6X7kD09yBAYMnagr8buts5RCGChlAX7fzKW6B1tSd0/s320/cafe+da+manha+em+plutao+-+velvet.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345921845780376066" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;" ><br /></span></span><div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:85%;">SINOPSE: </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" >Filho do pastor da comunidade com a empregada, Patrick Braden foi abandonado e criado por uma mãe adotiva em uma pequena cidade irlandesa. E, quando volta a encontrar o pai, ele, já crescido, é um inteligente e amargurado travesti.</span></div></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size:78%;">(<a href="http://www.interfilmes.com/filme_16114_Cafe.da.Manha.em.Plutao-%28Breakfast.on.Pluto%29.html">http://www.interfilmes.com/filme_16114_Cafe.da.Manha.em.Plutao-(Breakfast.on.Pluto).html</a>)<br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><br /></div></div><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2_HXUhShhmY&hl=pt-br&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2_HXUhShhmY&hl=pt-br&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">Música: <span style="font-weight: bold;">Her Morning Elegance</span></span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">Intérprete: <span style="font-weight: bold;">Oren Lavie<br /></span></span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">CD: <span style="font-weight: bold;">The Opposite Side Of The Sea (2007)<br /><br /></span>Sun been down for days</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"> A pretty flower in a vase</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"> A slipper by the fireplace</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"> A cello lying in its case</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"> Soon she's down the stairs</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"> Her morning elegance she wears</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"> The sound of water makes her dream</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"> Awoken by a cloud of steam</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"> She pours a daydream in a cup</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"> A spoon of sugar sweetens up</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"> And She fights for her life</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"> As she puts on her coat</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"> And she fights for her life on the train</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"> She looks at the rain</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"> As it pours</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"> And she fights for her life</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"> As she goes in a store</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"> With a thought she has caught</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"> By a thread</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"> She pays for the bread</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"> And She goes...</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"> Nobody knows</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"> Sun been down for days</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"> A winter melody she plays</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"> The thunder makes her contemplate</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"> She hears a noise behind the gate</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"> Perhaps a letter with a dove</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"> Perhaps a stranger she could love</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"> And She fights for her life</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"> As she puts on her coat</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"> And she fights for her life on the train</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"> She looks at the rain</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"> As it pours</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"> And she fights for her life</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"> As she goes in a store</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"> With a thought she has caught</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"> By a thread</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"> She pays for the bread</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"> And She goes...</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"> Nobody knows</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"> And She fights for her life</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"> As she puts on her coat</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"> And she fights for her life on the train</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"> She looks at the rain</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"> As it pours</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"> And she fights for her life</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"> Where people are pleasently strange</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"> And counting the change</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"> And She goes...</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"> Nobody knows</span></span> <br /><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size:78%;">(<a href="http://vagalume.uol.com.br/oren-lavie">http://vagalume.uol.com.br/oren-lavie</a>)</span><br /></div></div>Pseudointelectual In Manifestohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03323853911951449264noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-494622196215599745.post-77783281669805258262009-05-20T21:42:00.000-07:002009-05-20T22:15:56.853-07:00FRATERNUM<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;">DO COMEÇO AO FIM<span style="font-size:100%;"> (2009)<br /><br /></span></span></span></span></div><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Gr3Z2_YOQ8A&hl=pt-br&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Gr3Z2_YOQ8A&hl=pt-br&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">SINOPSE: </span></span><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;" class="texto" ><span><span><span>O filme conta a história da médica Julieta (Julia Lemmertz). Ela tem dois filhos: Francisco (Lucas Cotrim, quando criança, e João Gabriel Vasconcelos, na fase adulta), com o primeiro marido, o empresário Pedro (o argentino Jean-Pierre Noher); e Thomás (Gabriel Kaufman e Rafael Cardoso), com o atual marido, o arquiteto Alexandre (Fabio Assunção). Rosa (Louise Cardoso) é a melhor amiga de Julieta. Os dois meninos têm uma diferença de idade de seis anos. Eles desenvolvem uma relação mais íntima do que o normal.<br /></span></span></span></span><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size:78%;">(<a href="http://cinema10.com.br/filme/do-comeco-ao-fim">http://cinema10.com.br/filme/do-comeco-ao-fim</a>)<br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">Visão dos homossexuais<a href="http://www.orkut.com.br/Main#CommMsgs.aspx?cmm=65754&tid=5323027852150709679&kw=do+come%C3%A7o+ao+fim"><br />http://www.orkut.com.br/Main#CommMsgs.aspx?cmm=65754&tid=5323027852150709679&kw=do+come%C3%A7o+ao+fim</a></span></span><br /><br /><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;" >Visão dos católicos</span><br /><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;" ><a href="http://www.orkut.com.br/Main#CommMsgs.aspx?cmm=55975&tid=5324638692507875880">http://www.orkut.com.br/Main#CommMsgs.aspx?cmm=55975&tid=5324638692507875880</a></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;color:#9c9c9c;" >(um breve e lindo trecho do filme- diálogo dos irmãos)</span><span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" ><br /></span><span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;color:#008484;" >"- Eu te amo!<br />- E porque você me ama?<br />- Eu te amo porque você é meu.<br />- Eu te amo porque você precisa de amor.<br />- Também te amo.<br />- E porque você também me ama?<br />- Eu te amo porque... para entender o nosso amor é preciso virar o mundo de cabeça para baixo.<br />- É pra sempre?<br />- É pra sempre mesmo."</span>*<br /><span style="font-size:78%;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: arial;font-size:78%;" >* Retirado da comunidade do filme no orkut:</span><span style="font-size:78%;"> <a href="http://www.orkut.com.br/Main#Community.aspx?cmm=27372044">http://www.orkut.com.br/Main#Community.aspx?cmm=27372044</a></span><a href="http://www.orkut.com.br/Main#Community.aspx?cmm=27372044"><br /></a><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /><br /><br /></span></span></div></div><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GLFvTEhX_AQ&hl=pt-br&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GLFvTEhX_AQ&hl=pt-br&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Música: <span style="font-weight: bold;">Ainda bem</span><br />Intérprete: <span style="font-weight: bold;">Vanessa da Mata</span><br />CD: <span style="font-weight: bold;">Essa boneca tem manual (2006)<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family: arial;">Ainda bem</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;"> Que você vive comigo</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;"> Porque senão</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;"> Como seria esta vida?</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;"> Sei lá, sei lá</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: arial;"> Nos dias frios</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;"> Em que nós estamos juntos</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;"> Nos abraçamos sob o nosso conforto</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;"> De amar, de amar</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: arial;"> Se há dores tudo fica mais fácil</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;"> Seu rosto silencia e faz parar</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;"> As flores que me manda são fato</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;"> Do nosso cuidado e entrega</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;"> Meus beijos sem os seus não dariam</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;"> Os dias chegariam sem paixão</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;"> Meu corpo sem o seu uma parte</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;"> Seria o acaso e não sorte</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: arial;"> Neste mundo de tantos anos</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;"> Entre tantos outros</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;"> Que sorte a nossa heim?</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;"> Entre tantas paixões </span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;"> Esse encontro nós dois</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;"> Esse amor</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: arial;"> Entre tantos outros</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;"> Entre tantos anos</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;"> Que sorte a nossa heim?</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;"> Entre tantas paixões </span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;"> Esse encontro nós dois esse amor</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: arial;"> Entre tantas paixões</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;"> Esse encontro nós dois esse amor.</span></span> <br /><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" >(<a href="http://vagalume.uol.com.br/vanessa-da-mata">http://vagalume.uol.com.br/vanessa-da-mata</a>)</span><br /></div></div>Pseudointelectual In Manifestohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03323853911951449264noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-494622196215599745.post-40487961550773344222009-05-19T21:00:00.000-07:002009-05-19T21:17:57.091-07:00DANÇA - I<div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family: arial;">DV8 PHSICAL THEATRE - STRANGE FISH <span style="font-size:100%;">(1992)</span></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">Vídeodança</span><br /><br /></span></span></span></div><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/seSPEAGk_gY&hl=pt-br&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/seSPEAGk_gY&hl=pt-br&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/N-mqhkuOF7s&hl=pt-br&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/N-mqhkuOF7s&hl=pt-br&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Música: <span style="font-weight: bold;">Elephant Gun</span><br />Interpréte: <span style="font-weight: bold;">Beirut</span><br />EP: <span style="font-weight: bold;">Elephant Gun EP (2007)<br /><br /></span>If I was young, I'd flee this town<br />I'd bury my dreams underground<br />As did I, we drink to die, we drink tonight<br /><br />Far from home, elephant gun<br />Let's take them down one by one<br />We'll lay it down, it's not been found, it's not around<br /><br />Let the seasons begin - it rolls right on<br />Let the seasons begin - take the big king down<br /><br />Let the seasons begin - it rolls right on<br />Let the seasons begin - take the big king down<br /><br />And it rips through the silence of our camp at night<br />And it rips through the night<br /><br />And it rips through the silence of our camp at night<br />And it rips through the silence, all that is left is all that i hide</span> <br /><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size:78%;">(<a href="http://vagalume.uol.com.br/beirut">http://vagalume.uol.com.br/beirut</a>)</span><br /></div></div>Pseudointelectual In Manifestohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03323853911951449264noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-494622196215599745.post-15352916551173257542009-04-06T21:03:00.000-07:002009-04-06T21:18:15.960-07:00(SEM)TIMENTOS<div style="text-align: center;"><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">TUDO SOBRE MINHA MÃE</span></span> <span style="font-family:arial;">(Todo sobre mi madre</span><span style="font-family:arial;"> - 1998)</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8MkuOPM8aBkx-mal032sVwZ_7yKfkUQ2OefuWmrLj53054_YxikLzS3BJ9eKduPktk18jBXTZhlmLNrZvhGpc1W0GUDblAxFtZ3kjN77nePTikR-oIQ_QMMH08a9TdCGo6s_m-kfvvNU/s1600-h/todo-sobre-mi-madre.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 223px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8MkuOPM8aBkx-mal032sVwZ_7yKfkUQ2OefuWmrLj53054_YxikLzS3BJ9eKduPktk18jBXTZhlmLNrZvhGpc1W0GUDblAxFtZ3kjN77nePTikR-oIQ_QMMH08a9TdCGo6s_m-kfvvNU/s320/todo-sobre-mi-madre.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321796369033837618" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;" >SINOPSE: Esteban completa 17 anos. Para comemorar seu aniversário, Manuela, sua mãe, o leva ao teatro para assistir à peça "Um Bonde Chamado Desejo". Enquanto esperam pela saída da atriz principal, Huma Rojo, Manuela confessa ao filho que interpretou o mesmo papel de Huma 20 anos antes, junto com seu pai, de quem ele nunca soube notícias. Como presente de aniversário, Manuela promete contar a Esteban tudo sobre o seu pai ao chegarem em casa. Porém, Esteban morre acidentalmente no caminho, e Manuela parte em busca do homem que um dia foi seu marido, para quitar uma pendência do passado. Nesta procura, ela acaba se deparando com uma série de novas e emocionantes situações.</span><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size:78%;">(<a href="http://www.allmodovar.com.br/filmes/f13-madre.htm">http://www.allmodovar.com.br/filmes/f13-madre.htm</a>)</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div></div></div><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jXG0YMv5Fvk&hl=pt-br&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jXG0YMv5Fvk&hl=pt-br&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Música: <span style="font-weight: bold;">Hometown Glory</span><br />Intérprete: <span style="font-weight: bold;">Adele</span><br />CD: <span style="font-weight: bold;">19 (2007)</span><br /></span><p><span style="font-size:85%;">I've been walking<br />In the same way as I did<br />Missing out<br />The cracks in the pavement<br />And tutting my heel<br />And strutting my feet<br />"Is there anything<br />I can do for you dear?<br />Is there anyone I can call?"<br />"No and thank you, please Madam<br />I ain't lost, just wandering"<br /><br />Round my hometown<br />Memories are fresh<br />Round my hometown<br />Ooh, the people I've met<br /><br />Are the wonders of my world<br />Are the wonders of my world<br />Are the wonders of this world<br />Are the wonders of my world<br /><br />I like it in the city<br />When the air<br />Is so thick and opaque<br />I love to see everybody<br />In short skirts<br />Shorts and shades<br />I like it in the city<br />When two worlds collide<br />You get the people<br />And the government<br />Everybody taking<br />Different sides<br /><br />Shows that<br />We ain't gonna stand shit<br />Shows<br />That we are united<br />Shows<br />That we ain't gonna take it<br />Shows<br />That we ain't gonna stand shit<br />Shows that we are united<br /><br />Round my hometown<br />Memories are fresh<br />Round my hometown<br />Ooh the people I've met<br /><br />Are the wonders of my world<br />Are the wonders of my world<br />Are the wonders of this world<br />Are the wonders of my world<br /></span></p><p style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-size:78%;">(<a href="http://letras.terra.com.br/adele/">http://letras.terra.com.br/adele/</a>)</span><br /></span> </p></div>Pseudointelectual In Manifestohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03323853911951449264noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-494622196215599745.post-77246786550681543372009-03-01T18:16:00.000-08:002009-03-01T18:57:59.803-08:00NORDESTE (2)<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:180%;" >ÁRIDO MOVIE</span> <span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;" >(2006)</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwwL7ZaZUIT5_dsrYKGWvZEE8jwu0ie9EMjKm2b95uG6bMJFftNcsYh65oULwXBoExdKq7FSSAQdvgSjBn1SFhgP77jvhuHsSiwsGh50QBpZzXQBF7v-4oo5Deq4eBLhyphenhyphenifpwbztKA394/s1600-h/arido_movie.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwwL7ZaZUIT5_dsrYKGWvZEE8jwu0ie9EMjKm2b95uG6bMJFftNcsYh65oULwXBoExdKq7FSSAQdvgSjBn1SFhgP77jvhuHsSiwsGh50QBpZzXQBF7v-4oo5Deq4eBLhyphenhyphenifpwbztKA394/s320/arido_movie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308413099737483138" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" >SINOPSE: </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;" ><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">Árido Movie narra a trajetória de Jonas, que, desgarrado da família desde pequeno, é apresentador da previsão do tempo em um canal de televisão em São Paulo. O inesperado assassinato do pai obriga-o a fazer uma jornada de retorno as suas origens. Mas, Jonas desconhece o verdadeiro motivo de sua volta, solicitada pela avó, Dona Carmo, que escolhe-o para vingar a morte do pai e lavar a honra da família. Ao chegar a Rocha, sua cidade natal, Jonas encontra um clima de vingança pairando no ar. O enterro do seu pai é carregado de emoções dúbias. É aí que Jonas descobre o seu infortúnio: o peso de ser o herdeiro de uma realidade que já julgava não ser mais a sua.</span><br /></span><div style="text-align: right; font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><span style="font-size:100%;">(<a href="http://www.interfilmes.com/">http://www.interfilmes.com/</a></span><span style="font-size:100%;">)<br /></span></div></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-family: arial;"> Todos sabem que estou longe de ser um crítico de cinema, considero-me apenas um apreciador da sétima arte, além de garimpeiro cinematográfico. Entre minhas descobertas está este filme, que não posso dizer que o entendi plenamente, mas acho que é exatamente esse o objetivo do filme: nos "chapar".</span></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" ><br /><span style="font-family: arial;"> Destaque para o diálogo entre Jonas (Guilherme Weber) e Zé Elétrico (José Dumont) no alto de uma formação rochosa do sertão nordestino, em que o índio, considerado pelos "colonizadores" civilizados _representado por Jonas_ como seres irracionais, dá uma aula sobre a humanidade. E o melhor disso tudo é que ficamos na dúvida de que se ele realmente falou tudo aquilo, ou não passou de uma simples "viagem" do Homem do Tempo.</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;"> Outro ponto alto são os três amigos de Jonas: Bob (Selton Mello), Verinha (Mariana Lima) e Falcão (Gustavo Falcão) três jovens "chapadinhos".<br /></span></span><br /><br /></span></div><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1Jewmv97_Wg&hl=pt-br&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1Jewmv97_Wg&hl=pt-br&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" ><span style="font-family: arial;">Música: <span style="font-weight: bold;">Na Veia</span></span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">Intérprete: <span style="font-weight: bold;">Cordel do Fogo Encantado</span></span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">CD: <span style="font-weight: bold;">O Circo do Palhaço Sem Futuro (2002)</span></span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">Eu vou cantar pra saudade</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"> Com seu vestido vermelho</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"> E a sua boca</span><br /> <br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"> Eu vou cantar pra saudade</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"> Descer na minha cabeça</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"> E comandar sua festa</span><br /> <br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"> Aquele cheiro, som, imagem do teu corpo incendeia</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"> E um rio carregado de saudade vem correr na minha veia</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"> Na veia, amor, na veia</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"> É como a luz da lua que atravessa a parede da cadeia</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"> Clareia mais forte que o sol</span><br /> <br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"> E Quando a saudade chegar com seu batalhão de agitadores</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"> E tantas bandeiras</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"> Vou cantar aquele som da gente</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"> Vou rasgar o teu vestido novo</span><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:78%;" >(<a href="http://letras.terra.com.br/cordel-do-fogo-encantado">http://letras.terra.com.br/cordel-do-fogo-encantado</a>)</span><br /></div></div>Pseudointelectual In Manifestohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03323853911951449264noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-494622196215599745.post-1896609060419296272009-02-16T17:48:00.000-08:002009-02-17T20:09:43.086-08:00ARIDEZ<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:180%;">IRREVERSÍVEL </span></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" >(</span></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;" >Irréversible - 2002)</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEianKhKAkmMKn0yxnAhoTP9o48sg699Pf5rwj9R4TgrdcHUn9NpqgeKN5S60lgK2BBHNOlRppWHuUsmiiuo-ZvjXQ1o3CVqTTAeMZe-r_CxEOs46aJclqlXfxZdo6nKceYH5E3zytTLGh0/s1600-h/irreversible.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 222px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEianKhKAkmMKn0yxnAhoTP9o48sg699Pf5rwj9R4TgrdcHUn9NpqgeKN5S60lgK2BBHNOlRppWHuUsmiiuo-ZvjXQ1o3CVqTTAeMZe-r_CxEOs46aJclqlXfxZdo6nKceYH5E3zytTLGh0/s320/irreversible.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303586465621951714" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: justify;font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:85%;">SINOPSE: </span><span style="color: rgb(68, 69, 83); font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" ><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">Depois de Alex (Bellucci) ser barbaramente agredida e violada, Marcus (Cassel) e Pierre (Dupontel) embarcam numa espiral de loucura e vingança, em busca do autor do crime, que os leva até um obscuro clube nocturno. Pierre, ex-companheiro de Alex, tenta controlar a fúria cega de Marcus, que vivia presentemente com a vítima.</span><br /></span><div style="text-align: right;font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:78%;">(<a href="http://www.cinedie.com/irreversible.htm">http://www.cinedie.com/irreversible.htm</a>)</span><br /></div><span style="color: rgb(68, 69, 83);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;" ><br /></span></div></div><object style="font-family: arial;" width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FOKiCapZjsc&hl=pt-br&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FOKiCapZjsc&hl=pt-br&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;" >Música: <span style="font-weight: bold;">O Lobo</span><br />Intérprete: <span style="font-weight: bold;">Pitty</span><br />CD: <span style="font-weight: bold;">Admirável Chip Novo (2003)</span></span><br /><pre>Houve um tempo em que os homens<br />Em suas tribos eram iguais<br />Veio a fome e, então, a guerra<br />Pra alimenta-los como animais<br />Não houve um tempo em que o homem<br />Por sobre a Terra viveu em paz<br />Desde sempre tudo é motivo<br />Pra jorrar sangue cada vez mais<br /><br /><br />O homem é o lobo do homem,o lobo<br />O homem é o lobo do homem,o lobo<br /><br /><br />Sempre em busca do próprio gozo<br />E todo zelo ficou pra trás<br />Nunca cede e nem esquece<br />O que aprendeu com seus ancestrais<br />Não perdoa e nem releva<br />Nunca vê que já é demais<br /><br /><br />O homem é o lobo do homem,o lobo<br />O homem é o lobo do homem,o lobo<br /></pre><div style="text-align: right;font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:78%;">(<a href="http://vagalume.uol.com.br/pitty">http://vagalume.uol.com.br/pitty</a>)</span><br /></div></div>Pseudointelectual In Manifestohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03323853911951449264noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-494622196215599745.post-82531457950541900972009-02-14T13:24:00.000-08:002009-02-14T13:56:10.559-08:00Pipoca, cult & trash<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:180%;" >LISBELA E O PRISIONEIRO</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"> (2003)</span></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3aIjAGJeoMarBDiSKPF8L-4YOFdoZfTpYevvGwzXVfo2FJHopiYNZ6ToKJ1zj6XyZxu6qBE-BKIz4Ij4y2TEjejA6EsD2FYeXc5oy4uU31WysaHgWgtU6h8hhPoYAoEtv_IsHoQvlcfc/s1600-h/lisbela_e_o_prisioneiro.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 218px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3aIjAGJeoMarBDiSKPF8L-4YOFdoZfTpYevvGwzXVfo2FJHopiYNZ6ToKJ1zj6XyZxu6qBE-BKIz4Ij4y2TEjejA6EsD2FYeXc5oy4uU31WysaHgWgtU6h8hhPoYAoEtv_IsHoQvlcfc/s320/lisbela_e_o_prisioneiro.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302773207088247154" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: justify;font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:85%;">SINOPSE: <span style="font-style: italic;">Lisbela está noiva e de casamento marcado, quando Leléu chega à cidade. O casal se encanta e passa a viver uma história cheia de personagens tirados do cenário nordestino: Inaura, uma mulher casada e sedutora que tenta atrair o herói; um marido valentão e "matador", Frederico Evandro, um pai severo e chefe de polícia, Tenente Guedes, um pernambucano com sotaque carioca, Douglas, visto sob o prisma do humor regional; e um "cabo de destacamento", Cabo Citonho, que é suficientemente astuto para satisfazer os seus apetites.<br /></span></span><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size:78%;">(<a href="http://www.adorocinemabrasileiro.com.br">http://www.adorocinemabrasileiro.com.br</a>)</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;"></span></span></div></div></div><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WESUNB9S5HI&hl=pt-br&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WESUNB9S5HI&hl=pt-br&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" >Música: <span style="font-weight: bold;">A Dança das Borboletas</span><br />Intérpretes:<span style="font-weight: bold;"> Zé Ramalho e Sepultura</span><br />CD: <span style="font-weight: bold;">Trilha Sonora de Lisbela e o Prisioneiro (2003)</span></span><br /><pre>As borboletas estão voando<br />A dança louca das borboletas<br />Quem vai voar não quer dançar<br />só quer voar, a voar<br />Quem vai voar não quer dançar<br />só quer voar, a voar<br /><br />E as borboletas estão girando<br />Estão virando a sua cabeça<br />Quem vai girar não quer dançar<br />só quer girar, não caia!<br />Quem vai girar não quer cair<br />só quer girar, não caia!<br /><br />And the butterflies are invading<br />the apartments, cines and bars<br />Sewers and rivers, lakes and seas<br />In a "de arrepiar" twirl<br />Destroying windows and glass doors<br />Escalators and in the chimneys<br />They sit and "pousam" in the smog<br />In a rainbow if knows what it is<br /><br />Se sabe o que é...Se sabe o que é...<br />Se sabe o que é...Se sabe o que é...<br /><br />E as borboletas estão invadindo<br />os apartamentos, cinemas e bares<br />Esgotos e rios e lagos e mares<br />Em um rodopio de arrepiar<br />Derrubam janelas e portas de vidro<br />Escadas rolantes e nas chaminés<br />Se sentam e pousam em meio à fumaça<br />Em um arco-íris se sabe o que é<br /><br />Se sabe o que é...Se sabe o que é...<br />Se sabe o que é...Se sabe o que é...<br /><br />Se sabe o que é...Se sabe o que é...<br />Se sabe o que é...Se sabe o que é...<br /><br />Se sabe o que é...Se sabe o que é...<br />Se sabe o que é...Se sabe o que é...<br /></pre><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size:78%;">(<a href="http://vagalume.uol.com.br/ze-ramalho">http://vagalume.uol.com.br/ze-ramalho</a>)</span><br /></div></div>Pseudointelectual In Manifestohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03323853911951449264noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-494622196215599745.post-61307727201201222522009-01-11T19:32:00.000-08:002009-01-11T19:52:00.306-08:00Café com leite<div style="text-align: center;"><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">CAFÉ COM LEITE </span><span style="font-size:100%;">(2007)</span></span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRaBOwb3YMyLQsuvzhFvDJ4K7ylyzMdrEnT_T7S2qRtb3lQLQmwGur4rKaAQ_Vbu0-WY1dvAXelMxgwGUTyCOcLz3M8Vg8aF5sLnu2wGwjFShX_phEsciwEi9-fvT5PFWmuaL4eSmKkmM/s1600-h/cafe-com-leite.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 225px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRaBOwb3YMyLQsuvzhFvDJ4K7ylyzMdrEnT_T7S2qRtb3lQLQmwGur4rKaAQ_Vbu0-WY1dvAXelMxgwGUTyCOcLz3M8Vg8aF5sLnu2wGwjFShX_phEsciwEi9-fvT5PFWmuaL4eSmKkmM/s320/cafe-com-leite.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290246113533598706" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size:85%;">SINOPSE: <span style="font-style: italic;">Danilo estava prestes a sair de casa para ir morar com seu namorado, Marcos, quando seus pais morrem num acidente. Seus planos para o futuro mudam quando ele se torna responsável pelo irmão caçula, Lucas. Novos laços são criados entre estes três jovens garotos. Enquanto os irmãos Danilo e Lucas precisam descobrir tudo que não sabiam um sobre o outro, Marcos tenta encontrar seu lugar naquela nova relação familiar. Entre vídeo-games e copos de leite, dor e decepção, eles precisam aprender a viver juntos.</span><br /></span><div style="text-align: right;font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:78%;">(<a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Caf%C3%A9_com_Leite_%28filme%29">http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Caf%C3%A9_com_Leite_(filme)</a>)</span><br /></div><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /><span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:arial;" >Não costumo fazer isto, mas aí em embaixo está o filme na íntegra. Vale muito a pena assistir. Recebeu o prêmio </span><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" >Urso de Cristal de Melhor Curta-Metragem (Generation 14plus)</span></span><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;" ><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"></span> <span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);">durante o 58th Berlin International Film Festival (Alemanha).<br /><br /><br /></span></span></div><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xh97uAKVUgI&hl=pt-br&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xh97uAKVUgI&hl=pt-br&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UjveAO4lv1s&hl=pt-br&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UjveAO4lv1s&hl=pt-br&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>Pseudointelectual In Manifestohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03323853911951449264noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-494622196215599745.post-75191668270619918792008-12-14T19:05:00.000-08:002008-12-14T19:33:44.600-08:00BÁSICO<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" >SANEAMENTO BÁSICO, O FILME </span><span style="font-size:85%;">(</span></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;" >Saneamento Básico</span><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;" >, 2007</span><span style="font-size:85%;">)<br /></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiiYgNhfE9mS4I0eSqspap8QcjCDIzQuYOEH-zEJsVvsXQWcX8ZZKffj3in7w7tP6COoHNwwhxcypqe2fDzhSVR5NOaQXgZBwAAPJA4ODyYfSdwyA32owTrs_D_9PHfuwS03NkeXyV4-k/s1600-h/saneamento-basico-poster01.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiiYgNhfE9mS4I0eSqspap8QcjCDIzQuYOEH-zEJsVvsXQWcX8ZZKffj3in7w7tP6COoHNwwhxcypqe2fDzhSVR5NOaQXgZBwAAPJA4ODyYfSdwyA32owTrs_D_9PHfuwS03NkeXyV4-k/s320/saneamento-basico-poster01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279853437179888690" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: justify;font-family:arial;"><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;" >SINOPSE:</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span class="style5">Os moradores de Linha Cristal, uma pequena vila de descendentes de colonos italianos localizada na serra gaúcha, reúnem-se para tomar providências a respeito da construção de uma fossa para o tratamento do esgoto. Eles elegem uma comissão, que é responsável por fazer o pedido junto à sub-prefeitura. A secretária da prefeitura reconhece a necessidade da obra, mas informa que não terá verba para realizá-la até o final do ano. Entretanto, a prefeitura dispõe de quase R$ 10 mil para a produção de um vídeo. Este dinheiro foi dado pelo governo federal e, se não for usado, será devolvido em breve. Surge então a idéia de usar a quantia para realizar a obra e rodar um vídeo sobre a própria obra, que teria o apoio da prefeitura. Porém a retirada da quantia depende da apresentação de um roteiro e de um projeto do vídeo, além de haver a exigência que ele seja de ficção. Desta forma os moradores se reúnem para elaborar um filme, que seria estrelado por um mostro que vive nas obras de construção de uma fossa.<br /></span></span><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size:78%;">(<a href="http://www.adorocinema.com/">http://www.adorocinema.com</a>)<span class="style5"></span></span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><span style="font-size:85%;"><span class="style5"></span></span></div></div></div><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/a_4GV_alBFc&hl=pt-br&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/a_4GV_alBFc&hl=pt-br&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Música: <span style="font-weight: bold;">Cabide</span></span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Intérprete: <span style="font-weight: bold;">Mart'nália</span></span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family: arial;">CD: <span style="font-weight: bold;">Menino do Rio (2006)</span></span></span><br /><pre>Se eu fingir e sair por aí na noitada, me acabando de rir<br />Se eu disser que não digo e não ligo, que fico... Que só vou aprontar<br />É que eu sambo direitinho, assim bem miudinho, 'cê não sabe acompanhar<br />Vou arrancar sua saia e pôr no meu cabide só pra pendurar<br />Quero ver se você tem atitude e se vai encarar<br /><br />Se eu sumir dos lugares, dos bares, esquinas e ninguém me encontrar<br />E se me virem sambando até de madrugada e você for até lá<br />É que eu sambo direitinho, assim bem miudinho, 'cê não sabe acompanhar<br />Vou arrancar tua blusa e pôr no meu cabide só pra pendurar<br />Quero ver se você tem atitude e se vai encarar<br /><br />Chega de fazer fumaça, de contar vantagem, quero ver chegar junto pra me juntar.<br />Me fazer sentir mais viva, me apertar o corpo e a alma me fazendo suar.<br />Quero beijos sem tréguas, quero sete mil léguas sem descansar<br />Quero ver se você tem atitude e se vai me encarar<br /><br />Se eu fingir e sair por aí na noitada, me acabando de rir<br />E se eu disser que não digo e não ligo e que fico... E que só vou aprontar<br />É que eu mando direitinho, assim bem miudinho, sei que você vai gostar<br />Vou arrancar sua blusa e pôr no meu cabide só pra pendurar<br />Quero ver se você tem atitude e se vai encarar<br /><br />Quero ver se você tem atitude e se vai encarar!<br />Quero ver se você tem atitude e se vai encarar...<br /></pre><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: arial;font-size:78%;" >(<a href="http://vagalume.uol.com.br/martnalia">http://vagalume.uol.com.br/martnalia</a>)</span><br /></div></div>Pseudointelectual In Manifestohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03323853911951449264noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-494622196215599745.post-33919280002021050042008-12-07T21:08:00.000-08:002008-12-07T21:37:04.272-08:00ETTA<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;" >CADILLAC RECORDS</span> <span style="font-size:100%;">(</span><span style="font-style: italic;">Cadillac Records, 2008)</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibbumuWiw3AAmvd6W9cNWvSnl-68A9dOHU1nK4KjCI57w8A-zt2neru1nsVcGjMOIej1TwWpZm1XtVR-SMG46crHl7oU5TX2_Jr5oTGqTjJEPj3YUEXv56ZsqBnxBCzSwMjmSeEWNe9VI/s1600-h/cadillacrecords1.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 215px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibbumuWiw3AAmvd6W9cNWvSnl-68A9dOHU1nK4KjCI57w8A-zt2neru1nsVcGjMOIej1TwWpZm1XtVR-SMG46crHl7oU5TX2_Jr5oTGqTjJEPj3YUEXv56ZsqBnxBCzSwMjmSeEWNe9VI/s320/cadillacrecords1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277286154780350402" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;" >SINOPSE: <span style="font-style: italic;">O </span></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" ><span style="font-family:arial;">longa protagonizado pela cantora e atriz </span><span style="font-family:arial;">Beyoncé Knowles</span><span style="font-family:arial;"> é uma cinebiografia sobre o produtor e empresário musical </span><span style="font-family:arial;">Leonard Chess</span><span style="font-family:arial;"> (Adrien Brody), que fundou nos anos 50 a gravadora </span><span style="font-family:arial;">Chess Records</span><span style="font-family:arial;">, responsável por lançar artistas de peso como </span><span style="font-family:arial;">Elvis Presley, Howlin Wolf, Muddy Waters, Etta James</span><span style="font-family:arial;"> e </span><span style="font-family:arial;">Chuck Berry.</span></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" ><span style="font-family:arial;"> No filme, </span><span style="font-family:arial;">Jeffrey Wright</span><span style="font-family:arial;"> é Waters e o rapper </span><span style="font-family:arial;">Mos Def</span><span style="font-family:arial;"> faz Berry. </span><span style="font-family:arial;">Beyoncé Knowles</span> vive a cantora Etta James e <span style="font-family:arial;">Adrien Brody</span><span style="font-family:arial;"> interpreta Leonard Chess, fundador da gravadora. </span><span style="font-family:arial;">Gabrielle Union</span><span style="font-family:arial;"> fica com o papel de Geneva Wade, namorada de Waters.</span></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;font-size:85%;" ><span id="textoDoConteudo" style="text-align: justify;"></span></span><br /></div><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;font-size:85%;" ><span id="textoDoConteudo" style="text-align: justify;"></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;font-size:85%;" ><span id="textoDoConteudo" style="text-align: justify;"> O filme estréia em 5 de dezembro nos EUA.<br /></span></span><div style="text-align: right;"><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;" ><span id="textoDoConteudo" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size:78%;">(<a href="http://www.45graus.com.br/cine45.php?id=30906">http://www.45graus.com.br/cine45.php?id=30906</a>)</span></span></span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;font-size:85%;" ><span id="textoDoConteudo" style="text-align: justify;"></span></span></div></div><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/EtKtXhrox-Y&hl=pt-br&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/EtKtXhrox-Y&hl=pt-br&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" >Música: <span style="font-weight: bold;">At Last</span></span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" >Intérprete: <span style="font-weight: bold;">Etta James</span></span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" >CD: <span style="font-weight: bold;">At Last! (1999)<br /><br /></span></span><pre><span style="font-family: arial;">At last my love has come along</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">My lonely days are over</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">And life is like a song</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">Ohh yeah yeah</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">At last</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">the skies above are blue</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">My heart was wrapped up in clover</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">The night I looked at you</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">I found a dream, that I could speak to</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">A dream that I can call my own</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">I found a thrill to press my cheek to</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">A thrill that I have never known</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">Ohh yeah yeah...</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">You smile, you smile</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">oh And then the spell was cast</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">And here we are in heaven</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">For you are mine at last</span><br /></pre><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size:78%;">(http://vagalume.uol.com.br/etta-james/)<br /></span></div><pre><span style="font-size:78%;"><br /></span></pre><br /></div>Pseudointelectual In Manifestohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03323853911951449264noreply@blogger.com0