sábado, fevereiro 07, 2009

benjamin button
é claro que escolhi assistir benjamin button. of course. apesar das três horas de duração. apesar de estar vestindo camiseta e saber que congelaria. tudo bem. algo em mim sabia que valeria a pena. ele, benjamin começa a vida de trás pra frente. então a infância é dolorosa e solitária. como muitas infâncias são. eu era criança e era solitária. tipo quando ele fica olhando as crianças brincando. infância de observações e muito silêncio. mas o ponto não é esse. estou perdida. como sempre. a voz de brad pitt é uma voz. em entrevista com o vampiro ele também narra a estória em off. é incrível ficar ali escutando ele contar a estória. houve um instante que fechei os olhos e fiquei apenas escutando ele contar ... será que alguém já disse pra ele? hey, brad tell a history! claro. os filhos. e deve ser aquilo: de novo! houve a surpresa em encontrar uma julia ormond daquele jeito maltratado depous de tanto tempo. mas sim, há as duas atrizes que eu considero as mais lindas e expressivas de lá: cate blanchett e a mais uau de todas tilda swinton. as outras são as outras ao lado delas babe. e benjamin vai fazendo o caminho oposto. e eles vão aproveitando a beleza de pitt que num determinado momento aparece gigantesco numa moto. num veleiro. e é como uma rajada de vento forte. breathless. sem fôlego. eu não seria correta. também roubaria ele pra mim. desculpa aí jen. porque há uma docilidade ( existe isso?) no olhar dele. em momento algum há outro sentimento naquele olhar a não ser esse: docilidade. aff. doce. é doce. me lembrei de forrest gump. bem perto disso. então tudo é descoberta. tudo é novo. e inocente. tudo. cenas que me invadiram enquanto pitt narrava:"Sometimes we're on a collision course, and we just don't know it. Whether it's by accident or by design, there's not a thing we can do about it. A woman in Paris was on her way to go shopping, but she had forgotten her coat - went back to get it. When she had gotten her coat, the phone had rung, so she'd stopped to answer it; talked for a couple of minutes. While the woman was on the phone, Daisy was rehearsing for a performance at the Paris Opera House. And while she was rehearsing, the woman, off the phone now, had gone outside to get a taxi. Now a taxi driver had dropped off a fare earlier and had stopped to get a cup of coffee. And all the while, Daisy was rehearsing. And this cab driver, who dropped off the earlier fare; who'd stopped to get the cup of coffee, had picked up the lady who was going to shopping, and had missed getting an earlier cab. The taxi had to stop for a man crossing the street, who had left for work five minutes later than he normally did, because he forgot to set off his alarm. While that man, late for work, was crossing the street, Daisy had finished rehearsing, and was taking a shower. And while Daisy was showering, the taxi was waiting outside a boutique for the woman to pick up a package, which hadn't been wrapped yet, because the girl who was supposed to wrap it had broken up with her boyfriend the night before, and forgot. Benjamin Button : When the package was wrapped, the woman, who was back in the cab, was blocked by a delivery truck, all the while Daisy was getting dressed. The delivery truck pulled away and the taxi was able to move, while Daisy, the last to be dressed, waited for one of her friends, who had broken a shoelace. While the taxi was stopped, waiting for a traffic light, Daisy and her friend came out the back of the theater. And if only one thing had happened differently: if that shoelace hadn't broken; or that delivery truck had moved moments earlier; or that package had been wrapped and ready, because the girl hadn't broken up with her boyfriend; or that man had set his alarm and got up five minutes earlier; or that taxi driver hadn't stopped for a cup of coffee; or that woman had remembered her coat, and got into an earlier cab, Daisy and her friend would've crossed the street, and the taxi would've driven by. But life being what it is - a series of intersecting lives and incidents, out of anyone's control - that taxi did not go by, and that driver was momentarily distracted, and that taxi hit Daisy, and her leg was crushed. " ok. não traduzi. como sempre. mas conta pra mim. você nunca pensou a respeito disso? nunca? ou quando ele diz: "For what it's worth, it's never too late, or in my case too early - to be whoever you want to be. There's no time limit; stop whenever you want. You can change, or stay the same - there are no rules to this thing. We can make the best or the worst of it. I hope you make the best of it. I hope you see things that startle you. I hope you feel things you never felt before. I hope you meet people with a different point of view. I hope you live a life you're proud of. If you find that you're not, I hope you have the strength to start all over again. " e finalmente ele manda essa: " Some people, were born to sit by a river. Some get struck by lightning. Some have an ear for music. Some are artists. Some swim. Some know buttons. Some know Shakespeare. Some are mothers. And some people, dance. " lá estava eu. sentada após três horas de um filme que não liga a mínima pro tempo porque as três horas passam num estalar de dedos como a vida. eu ali sentada e chorando e chorando e chorando. a beira dos meus 46 anos. ouvindo esse homem me contar uma história a respeito do tempo. e agora quando fecho meus olhos, a voz de pitt volta aos meus ouvidos na cena que é a minha cena predileta: benjamin e daisy na academia de dança. ele a envolve e, de frente para o espelho diz a ela: "I wanna remember us just as we are now. " pronto. eu vou parar aqui mesmo. novamente, chorando baldes.