30 dezembro 2008
Hap- - -py New Year!
Joe E. Brown no filme de George Sidney, Showboat (1951), música de Jerome Kern e letra de Oscar Hammerstein II
Etiquetas:
Ano Novo,
cinema,
George Sidney,
Jer ome Kern,
Joe E. Brown,
Oscar Hammerstein
12 dezembro 2008
Christmas Close Up
Ladislaw Starewicz (1882-1965), The Insect's Christmas,1913
Etiquetas:
animação,
Boas Festas.,
cinema,
Ladislaw Starewicz
10 dezembro 2008
Son cas - "Primitif du Cinématographe"
Manoel de Oliveira, "Douro Faina Fluvial" , 1931
"É uma pequena obra de arte. A moderna poesia do ferro e do aço, o fascinio da natureza nos seus diversos aspectos e matizes, a tonalidade das horas, a alegria e a miséria do homem na sua luta pelo pão de cada dia, tudo isto aqui está representado com verdadeira grandeza"
José Régio, 1934
Manoel de Oliveira,Mon Cas, 1985 , baseado nas obras O Meu Caso, de José Régio, Pour Finir Encore et Outres foirades (For to End Yet Again and Other Fizzles), de Samuel Beckett e exertos do Livro de Job.
José Régio, 1934
Manoel de Oliveira,Mon Cas, 1985 , baseado nas obras O Meu Caso, de José Régio, Pour Finir Encore et Outres foirades (For to End Yet Again and Other Fizzles), de Samuel Beckett e exertos do Livro de Job.
Imagem e texto: Cahiers du cinéma n°400, "Mon Cas" de Manoel Oliveira - Le Primitif du Cinématographe, por Antoine de Baecque
Etiquetas:
cinema,
José Régio,
Manoel de Oliveira,
Samuel Beckett
09 dezembro 2008
Big Brother (is Watching you)
01 dezembro 2008
Cliquot
The Flying Club Cup
A plague in the workhouse, a plague on the poor
Now I'll beat on my drum 'til I'm dead
Yesterday, a fever, tomorrow, St. Peter
I'll beat on my drum until then.
But what melody will lead my lover from his bed?
What melody will see him in my arms again?
Set fire to foundation and burn out the station
You'll never get nothing of mine
The pane of my window will flicker and billow
I won't leave a stitching behind
But what melody will lead my lover from his bed?
What melody will see him in my arms again?
I'll sing of the walls of the well and the house at the top of the hill
I'll sing of the bottles of wine that we left on our old windowsill
I'll sing of the years you will spend getting sadder and older
Oh love, and the cold, the oncoming cold
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