Brilliant! Absolutely brilliant!

It reminded me of how much I loved the original series

Another one for the DVD collection.

A recent conversation reminded me of one of my favorite poems of one of the greatest Portuguese poets: Fernando Pessoa (in this case one of his heteronyms Alvaro de Campos). I don’t know if there is any decent translation of this poem, I know that google translate will do a very poor job. I’ll only translate a couple of sentences, but every single one is genius! Info here

“If you want to kill yourself, why don’t you want to kill yourself?”

“Will you be missed? oh futile shadow called a person!

No one is missed, no one will miss you”

Se te queres matar, por que não te queres matar?
Ah, aproveita! que eu, que tanto amo a morte e a vida,
Se ousasse matar-me, também me mataria…
Ah, se ousares, ousa!
De que te serve o quadro sucessivo das imagens externas
A que chamamos o mundo?
A cinematografia das horas representadas
Por atores de convenções e poses determinadas,
O circo policromo do nosso dinamismo sem fím?
De que te serve o teu mundo interior que desconheces?
Talvez, matando-te, o conheças finalmente…
Talvez, acabando, comeces…
E, de qualquer forma, se te cansa seres,
Ah, cansa-te nobremente,
E não cantes, como eu, a vida por bebedeira,
Não saúdes como eu a morte em literatura!

Fazes falta? Ó sombra fútil chamada gente!
Ninguém faz falta; não fazes falta a ninguém…
Sem ti correrá tudo sem ti.
Talvez seja pior para outros existires que matares-te…
Talvez peses mais durando, que deixando de durar…

A mágoa dos outros?… Tens remorso adiantado
De que te chorem?
Descansa: pouco te chorarão…
O impulso vital apaga as lágrimas pouco a pouco,
Quando não são de coisas nossas,
Quando são do que acontece aos outros, sobretudo a morte,
Porque é coisa depois da qual nada acontece aos outros…

Primeiro é a angústia, a surpresa da vinda
Do mistério e da falta da tua vida falada…
Depois o horror do caixão visível e material,
E os homens de preto que exercem a profissão de estar ali.
Depois a família a velar, inconsolável e contando anedotas,
Lamentando a pena de teres morrido,
E tu mera causa ocasional daquela carpidação,
Tu verdadeiramente morto, muito mais morto que calculas…
Muito mais morto aqui que calculas,
Mesmo que estejas muito mais vivo além…
Depois a trágica retirada para o jazigo ou a cova,
E depois o princípio da morte da tua memória.
Há primeiro em todos um alívio
Da tragédia um pouco maçadora de teres morrido…
Depois a conversa aligeira-se quotidianamente,
E a vida de todos os dias retoma o seu dia…

Depois, lentamente esqueceste.
Só és lembrado em duas datas, aniversariamente:
Quando faz anos que nasceste, quando faz anos que morreste.
Mais nada, mais nada, absolutamente mais nada.
Duas vezes no ano pensam em ti.
Duas vezes no ano suspiram por ti os que te amaram,
E uma ou outra vez suspiram se por acaso se fala em ti.

Encara-te a frio, e encara a frio o que somos…
Se queres matar-te, mata-te…
Não tenhas escrúpulos morais, receios de inteligência! …
Que escrúpulos ou receios tem a mecânica da vida?

Que escrúpulos químicos tem o impulso que gera
As seivas, e a circulação do sangue, e o amor?

Que memória dos outros tem o ritmo alegre da vida?
Ah,  pobre vaidade de carne e osso chamada homem.
Não vês que não tens importância absolutamente nenhuma?

És importante para ti, porque é a ti que te sentes.
És tudo para ti, porque para ti és o universo,
E o próprio universo e os outros
Satélites da tua subjetividade objetiva.
És importante para ti porque só tu és importante para ti.
E se és assim, ó mito, não serão os outros assim?

Tens, como Hamlet, o pavor do desconhecido?
Mas o que é conhecido?  O que é que tu conheces,
Para que chames desconhecido a qualquer coisa em especial?

Tens, como Falstaff, o amor gorduroso da vida?
Se assim a amas materialmente, ama-a ainda mais materialmente,
Torna-te parte carnal da terra e das coisas!
Dispersa-te, sistema físico-químico
De células noturnamente conscientes
Pela noturna consciência da inconsciência dos corpos,
Pelo grande cobertor não-cobrindo-nada das aparências,
Pela relva e a erva da proliferação dos seres,
Pela névoa atômica das coisas,
Pelas paredes turbihonantes
Do vácuo dinâmico do mundo…

So we got our new TV yesterday . We had to test it. We saw one of my favourite films: A fish called Wanda. What can I say? I still laugh even knowing what’s coming

Kevin Klein is absolutely brilliant.

And the TV… Wow the picture quality is amazing. Very impressed. And got used to the bigger size immediately

And no more having to change plugs from the Wii and DVD player all the time for Russ.

I completely forgot that I saw this one at the weekend. And the reason why is because it’s easily forgetable.

In one word: Meh. In 3 words: Was expecting more.

Again, an excellent film. It seems like there is a flow of good things coming from Hollywood at the moment. One good film after the other.

Ok so it’s a Godzilla like film, nothing new about that, a bit too many unlikely things happening, but the way it is made is innovative and very good.

I did enjoy it very much. Left the cinema with a feeling that, if I had payed for the ticket, it would’ve been money very well spent.
Just a warning though: if you get motion sickness be careful as you may have leave the room straight to the toilet. The camera is VERY unstable. I get motion sickness but I was so caught up in the film that I got over it. But other people had to stop looking at the screen  many times as they were getting terribly sick

Recommended

Almost forgot to comment on this one

I don’t really know what to say about it. I did like it. It’s a good film. Makes you think; you leave the cinema and keep thinking of it for some time. But it’s not a ‘no country for old men’. Not an amazing film.

Tomy Lee Jones however, what a fantastic performance! Excellent!

In summary it’s a good film but not a masterpiece. Recommended.

I was only disappointed with this film in one aspect: damn Texan accent! Didn’t understand half of it! But I suppose that is my problem, not the film’s

The half that I could understand led me to think that this is a masterpiece. Again a bit weird and very violent (it seems like this year starts with a great number of violent films but I’m not the romantic comedy type so I might be biased). Great performances, great sceneries, great story. One that I definitely want to see again (preferably with subtitles). One to add to the DVD collection.

The nomination for best movie is a fair one.

Very, very, very good film. OK, it’s a musical and sometimes it’s a bit annoying when they start the singing business, but the good thing is that you can understand everything even when they are singing and without subtitles

A bit weird (we are talking about Tim Burton here), very gory but very well made. Keeps you there and not look at your watch to see when it ends, which for me is a good indicator of the quality of the film,

Be warned, though, if you are easily impressed, especially if you are sensible to blood. There is loads! In fact more blood than the average horror movie. And it has some gross scenes and ideas behind it. Not scary at all though.

Loved it! Recommend it with caution.

Russ and I saw a few films before we went on holiday. At the time there was no time to write about it and now there is no patience for long texts (hence me not posting about Christmas and New Year).

Beowulf was horrible! I hated the film. It seems like the character has memory problems and keeps saying his name so that he doesn’t forget. He might think the rest of them have the same memory problems as he shouts it for everyone to hear. Yes the image is cool, the way they did it, the effects that are possible with it, but the story… Oh dear… Annoying to say the least. Very disappointing!

The Golden Compass Was not bad. I like this kind of film. It seemed to long especially considering that others will follow. It’s entertaining but not terribly exciting. I preferred Stardust

I am legend It’s a nice film. The old story of viruses killing everybody. But with a different view to it. Unfortunately I was expecting it to be a bit scary so I was always expecting something that would make me jump and I ended up not getting into it. In the end it wasn’t scary and I immediately wanted to see it again so I could enjoy it better.

Let’s face it, after Ratatouille the standard is very high