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terça-feira, 18 de agosto de 2020
sexta-feira, 13 de março de 2020
quarta-feira, 25 de dezembro de 2019
segunda-feira, 1 de julho de 2019
sábado, 22 de junho de 2019
segunda-feira, 3 de junho de 2019
segunda-feira, 13 de maio de 2019
Her Cardboard Lover
| The Animal Kingdom, 1932 |
| British Agent, 1934 |
| It's Love I'm After, 1937 |
| Captured!, 1933 |
| The Petrified Forest, 1936 |
| Secrets, 1933 |
| British Agent, 1934 |
| Devotion, 1931 |
| Secrets, 1933 |
| The Petrified Forest, 1936 |
Let me tell you something, you forgetful old fool. Any woman is worth everything that any man has to give. Anguish, ecstasy, faith, jealousy, love, hatred... life or death. Don't you see that's the whole excuse for our existence? It's what makes the whole thing possible and tolerable.
Alan Squier (Leslie Howard), The Petrified Forest, 1936
sábado, 11 de maio de 2019
Cardboard Lover
| The Petrified Forest, 1936 |
| The First of the Few, 1942 |
| The Petrified Forest, 1936 |
| British Agent, 1934 |
| The Petrified Forest, 1936 |
| Pygmalion, 1938 |
| The Petrified Forest, 1936 |
| The First of the Few, 1942 |
| Never the Twain Shall Meet, 1931 |
| Pimpernel Smith, 1941 |
| The Petrified Forest, 1936 |
| A Free Soul, 1931 |
| Of Human Bondage, 1934 |
| Berkeley Square, 1933 |
| Pygmalion, 1938 |
| Of Human Bondage, 1934 |
| The Petrified Forest, 1936 |
terça-feira, 22 de janeiro de 2019
Continuing and patient existence
Persona
The hopeless dream of being - not seeming, but being. At every waking moment, alert. The gulf between what you are with others and what you are alone. The vertigo and the constant hunger to be exposed, to be seen through, perhaps even wiped out. Every inflection and every gesture a lie, every smile a grimace. Suicide? No, too vulgar. But you can refuse to move, refuse to talk, so that you don’t have to lie. You can shut yourself in. Then you needn’t play any parts or make wrong gestures. Or so you thought. But reality is diabolical. Your hiding place isn’t watertight. Life trickles in from the outside, and you’re forced to react. No one asks if it is true or false, if you’re genuine or just a sham.
sexta-feira, 21 de dezembro de 2018
The sorrows of life are the joys of art
sexta-feira, 23 de novembro de 2018
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