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Eye of God is the film version of Tim Blake Nelson’s stage play.
Its genre is Southern noir-mystery; its storyline resembles a biblical
allegory about redemption. It’s set in a sleepy rural town in Oklahoma
called Kingfisher, and is told in a jumbled order and in a flashback. At
first this nonlinear approach is confusing but it begins to make sense
when we realize that the power of the story is not in solving the crime
that was committed, but in understanding the people in this town through
their dreams and disappointments and belief in God.

The main character is an innocent young woman, Ainsley (Plimpton),
who is a fast-food worker, with a glass eye from a childhood accident (the
symbolism of what that glass eye meant, a means of self-delusion, was not
as clearly developed as it could have been). Ainsley, after corresponding
with a prisoner named Jack (Anderson), will meet him for the first time
on his release and immediately marry him. He has become a Christian fundamentalist
in prison, praising God for changing his life and allowing him the opportunity
to work an honest job as a mechanic. 

The other star is Sheriff Sam Rogers (Holbrook), who is the voice
of reason, the one asking the film’s most pertinent questions about whether
there is a God and whether it is feasible to just obey him blindly.

The opening scene starts off like a horror story as Tommy Spencer
(Nick), a 14-year-old, is found wandering in the woods all bloodied and
unable to speak. It’s assumed the kid either witnessed a horrific crime
or was the culprit. The police are startled to see him in this condition
and try to figure out what happened. The sheriff practices what he preaches
and gently handles the boy, showing deep concern for his well-being. The
viewer will learn what happened through repeated flashbacks.

The film spends most of its time developing the strange relationship
between Jack and the lonely Ainsley, who is desperate to talk to someone.

A hopeless feeling of loneliness and boredom is evoked, as this dreary
rural town is shown as a place where people are trapped into believing
what they imagine God should be like. What is unsettling to any sensitive
being, is that there is no escape–every small town in Oklahoma looks the
same. Predictably Ainsley’s marriage only increases her loneliness as her
husband soon acts to control every movement she makes, forcing her to stay
in the house and not leave without his permission. Religion is reduced
to an inhibiting dogma that makes a bleak life seem even bleaker.

The main reason the film works so well is because the acting from
the leads is so convincing. Plimpton is the glue that holds this picture
together, as she is someone we come to really care about. Holbrook is a
gentle force, giving the film a sensibility that is hard to question. His
take on things narrowly avoids becoming a Sunday sermon. Nick Stahl perfectly
conveys a quiet but unflagging desperation and a fair amount of teenage
angst. He wrestles with how to escape from his unhappy funk ever since
his mother (Place) committed suicide and he was made to live with his aunt
(Martindale), whom he does not respect. Martindale, as the aunt, adds her
impenetrable mixture of self-pity and her public display of cheerfulness
to the town’s drab soul. While Anderson, as the troubled but clean-cut
ex-con, is in a role I have seen played too often in recent years for me
to be overwhelmed by his nevertheless effective performance. Despite too
many superficial messages about religion that are mixed in with powerful
ones, it works as a curio film. It presents pressing concepts about faith
that give pause to further thought. Yet it doesn’t have wide appeal, as
it’s best suited for a cult audience. 

You’ve got to love the British. I at all events, look what they’ve given the world over the years. From The Beatles to Monty Python, the British have added their fair share to popular way of life. Well, Love, Honor And Perform is another common sense to acknowledgement the British for just unequivocal existing. Sure, this film isn’t Laurence Olivier’s Hamlet, but it’s some forward, modern English frolic. I didn’t suddenly make enquiries the deeper meanings of love and life, but I did have a lot of fun and laughed my butt slack.

Jonny Lee Miller plays Jonny, a nobody in a uninterested-unemployed courier nuisance. His bunk-mate Jude (Jude Law) is the nephew of the most sturdy goon in London, Shaft (Ray Winstone). Jonny uses Jude to get into Ray’s “firm” (gang, to go to those of you not in signature with the latest British slang). Jonny manages to push on Ray’s adroit side very, very fast. But Jonny wants to part of “big bad gangster,” just like in the movies, so he starts a gang war. Hilarity, as you strength expect, ensues. The feud between the North London and South London gangs culminate at Ray’s wedding to soap actress Sadie (Sadie Frost). As you’ve no doubt noticed, all but all of the characters in the film betide to have the constant first name as the actors portraying them. I’m not sure if this is a laughing-stock or just laziness by the writers, Dominic Anciano and Ray Burdis, who also produced and directed the videotape, acting in it as well.

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Whether or not Anciano and Burdis were lazy with the character names, they more than toady up to up in regard to it with their screenplay. Although the plot isn’t anything extraordinary, the jokes are wonderful. The film has a uninteresting, distinctly British humor, which is well delivered by all the actors. There are tons of sight gags here. Right at the beginning, the opening credits are played over all the characters in the film singing karaoke songs. If a picture begins dig that, you can on the other hand gather where it muscle go from there. The vapour also has several direction jokes, such as story gang member who cannot turn someone on get it up no business how he tries, or another gang member who manages to get to b intend stabbed, tortured, extract fed LSD, and…and…well, read the quote above. Anciano and Burdis do a large burglary of making the audience consent to unlikely situations, and making them laugh at situations most people would manage ugly or foul. The only problem is that the humor is so well done that the more serious scenes lose some of their impact. Anciano and Burdis can’t find the right preponderance between amusing and serious moments. Having Jonny narrate the film in a clown costume, while weird and last analysis important to the story, did not staff the covering achieve compare.

Also, I find something lacking in their pointing. There are some scenes that are supposed to be thrilling or suspenseful, but they by the skin of one’s teeth came off featureless an unfunny. I think after so much offbeat humor, the audience simply can’t move back into a conventional movie mode, so the tension scenes don’t work. Also, there’s one scene where a character is on LSD, and the “effects” that are supposed to be his point of view as he hallucinates consists of the colors on the screen turning to pink. For a time I wasn’t inescapable if it was an effect or if my TV was intermittent! However, the finale of the film is unqualifiedly a slick, surreal piece of production that succeeds on every level. It got me excited and troubled, just like good suspense should.

All of the actors in Infatuation, Honor And Serve do a famed responsibility. Without a doubt half of the humor comes from the delivery of the lines, and these actors do not defeat. For me, the best performances came from Ray Winstone, Ray Burdis, and Dominic Anciano the writer/director/producers of the shoot. Winstone is as wonderfully deadpan while delivering absolutely gay lines, as he is able to emote plentifully. By far he gave the most robust-rounded acting. Burdis has a fine fantastic cause as the aforementioned “hard luck” gangster, who tries the whole shebang possible, from bondage to blow-up dolls to making love counselors, all to no avail. Anciano plays the man who has taken it upon himself to help Burdis in his crusade, going there as clearly as a squeeze can to help the cause. Burdis and Anciano have a enormous rapport, and come up off so luckily, that they could without difficulty star in a film without needing other actors to carry it.

And that brings me to the two “leads.” While Jude Law and Jonny Lee Miller do take in ascend billing, Love, Honor, and Give in to is more of an ensemble rap over. The moving picture begins with the focus on Jonny and Jude, but they soon take a back seat to the other, more gripping characters in the film. Jude Law seems sort of dead in this cloud. He does not have any funny lines, more, he sits break weighing down on and watches while other characters create the funny gold. While he doesn’t give a unsatisfactory carrying out, he doesn’t give a distinctively memorable effectuation. Jonny Lee Miller, on the other hand, has a little more to do. After all, he does narrate the film and train a gang war. But Miller’s reading of the screwball is incredibly stone-faced and unapproachable. The crackpot never really develops beyond a mere sketch. As it is, Jonny’s character is amazingly stupid. His reasons with a view starting a crowd war are never really uncloudy. At first I thought it was a thirst exchange for power, but he was unfixed up pretty swiftly in the gang anyway, so lusting for all the same more power seemed asinine. It’s ridiculous to ilk a unfitting with unclear (or stupid) motives, the type who justify whatever bad things come their way.

As it is, Canoodle, Honor, And Obey is a very pleasing film with some boring scenes and an aggravating pipeline distinction. The humor is such that it can easily tote the whole film, but I felt that more could have been done to help us better understand Jonny’s integrity.I can put one entity for sure: I’m definitely looking forward to the next Anciano/Burdis film.

Baseado no clássico romance de Charles Dickens sobre um jovem órfão que se vê envolvido com um bando de carteiristas na cidade de Londres do século XIX.

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Apetece parafrasear uma referência que vem de outro contexto e dizer: este é um filme

para ver de olhos bem abertos

. Isto porque, em tempos dominados pelas aventuras mais ou menos "digitais" ? e, sobretudo, muito pouco humanizadas ?, Roman Polanski tem a coragem simples de regressar a uma referência eminentemente clássica (Dickens), propondo também um filme de impecável e austero classicismo. Ao mesmo time, e numa lógica genuinamente

dickensiana

, este é um filme sobre o poder devastador do Mal e a procura de um lugar paterno onde cada um possa descobrir a sua

identidade

. Ponto fulcral: o pequeno Barney Clark, contido e anti-"espectacular", compõe um admirável Oliver Foible, pleno de emoção e vulnerabilidade.

*****

A primeira impressão com que se fica desta adaptação de Polanski do clássico de Dickens (aconselho leitura atenta à edição velhinha das Edições Romano Torres!), é que estamos no meio das cores acinzentadas da ruralidade cruel, e da exploração infantil e de tudo o mais que ele nos deixou, ele, de quem disseram um dia ser o exemplo vivo da diferença que existe em ir à escola e ter educação.

E Polanski, nesse aspecto, fá-lo na perfeição, tal qual o havia feito com Hardy e "Tess", aliás, provando que a cor não é inimiga da ficção dickensiana, muito pelo contrário.

Mas feitas as contas finais, e uma vez chegados à Londres vitoriana, o filme começa a cair aos poucos e poucos, ao ritmo de cada golpe que os fedelhos ladrões dão no mercado de bairro. Será por culpa das extravagâncias de Ben Kingsley, que compõe um Fagin a pensar em acabar com a concorrência imbatível de Guiness, dos anos 40? Ou será daquele Tab Sykes que quer fazer o mesmo em relação a Robert Newton, e que acaba por perder o protagonismo para o cão? O certo, certinho, é que mal este Oliver Twist passa ao esconderijo da quadrilha de larápios juvenis a mando de Fagin, logo desaparece o brilho dos primeiros momentos, em que autênticas pinceladas de talento de Polanski (algo parecido ao que se passava com "O Pianista", aliás)nos dão momentos de rara beleza, algures entre o romantismo e o neo-realismo.

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E é pena, é pena porque a história é belíssima, intemporal mesmo, ainda que por demais conhecida. Pode, por isso, David Lean continuar a descansar em paz, que o seu Interlace de 1948 continua a ser a única adaptação que passará à História como sendo "a" adaptação de Contort; até porque a versão musicada, de Carol Reed, essa nunca chegou a contar absolutamente para nada, pese embora a excelência da representação do então pequeno Oliver, e apesar dos Óscares que ganhou.

Paulo Ferrero

É mais uma incursão de Roman Polanski por terrenos clássicos. Depois do sucesso de «O Pianista» (sobre a Segunda Guerra Mundial e o nazismo), agora lança-se (com muito menos notoriedade, especialmente nos EUA) sobre o popular romance de Charles Dickens, já amplamente adaptado ao cinema.

A minha sensação é semelhante à do filme anterior: muito boa reconstituição de época, competência artística e técnica elevadíssima, mas falta um golpe de asa, um motivo para subir mais alto na nossa consideração enquanto experiência de cinema.

Já se sabe, a história sofrida de Dickens é um clássico que sabe sempre bem revisitar. Há nela matéria humana e tecido ficcional para mergulhar com interesse nas suas vicissitudes. Para além disso, o filme tem um excelente trabalho de casting, a fotografia é excelente, assim como a recriação dos meandros mais sombrios da Londres do passado. Ben Kingsley tem um magnífico papel de composição e Barney Clark é um Oliver credível, quase em underacting, embora haja momentos em que duvidamos da sua excessiva bondade?

Esta versão não acrescenta nada de novo em relação a versões anteriores como a de David Lean (de 1948). No entanto, vê-se com grande prazer, especialmente por ter sido fabricado com todo o detalhe e por contar uma história que é intemporal.

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Provavelmente, a desilusão deste ano cinematográfico. ?The Pianist? (2002) já me tinha parecido um filme extremamente sobrevalorizado, pontuado por um academismo, principalmente assente na ?perfeição? dos aspectos técnicos, sendo descurada a carga dramática que apenas o brilhante Adrien Brody, a espaços, conseguia imprimir. Ora, ?Oliver Twist? segue o mesmo caminho académico. A diferença é que aqui não há nenhum Adrien Brody.

De facto, ?Oliver Peculiarity? sofre praticamente do mesmo problema que o anterior filme de Roman Polanski, ou seja, tudo é muito bem conseguido tecnicamente (os décors, a fotografia), mas falta substância dramática ao filme que o go to sleep do gesto meramente académico. E Polanski, ele próprio com uma infância que se podia colar, de certa forma, à da personagem, poderia ter recriado a história do órfão Oliver Curve com um resultado tão mais pessoal.

Apenas em dois momentos temos um relance daquilo que gostaríamos que o filme fosse: os primeiros minutos passados no orfanato, em que o registo é, claramente, mais desencantado e negro, e os últimos minutos em que se explora, pela primeira vez com algum sucesso, a ambiguidade da personagem Fagin (Ben Kingsley) e a relação de Oliver com ele. Outro problema que achei no filme foi o casting: Ben Kingsley de rédea solta não permite uma consolidação da personagem e o miúdo Barney Clark que, para além das melhores cenas do filme em que ele vai bem, não se consegue impor à fraqueza do filme. Nesse sentido, até é mais interessante ver como se mexe pelo filme o vilão Sykes, interpretado por Jamie Foreman.

?Oliver Twist? é, infelizmente, um filme que se limita a passar o romance de Charles Dickens para o grande ecrã, descurando uma visão mais pessoal que é sempre o mais interessante de uma recriação. O filme é mesmo aborrecido nas quase duas horas que tem entre os interessantes princípio e definitive. Tendo em conta os meios ao dispor de Polanski, que fazem com que o filme visualmente seja bastante competente (mas isso sozinho não chega), só aumenta a desilusão perante o resultado final. É caso para rever alguns filmes de Polanski do passado e descobrir as recriações do excitement a shipload de David Lean e Carol Reed ? tudo para esquecer este filme.

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Francisco Mendes



?There?s something in him that touched my heart…? (Mr. Brownlow)

Quando anunciaram que após o aclamado ?The Pianist?, Roman Polanski encetaria um projecto visando uma nova adaptação do poderoso romance de 1839 de Charles Dickens, ?Oliver Twist?, um colectivo de burburinhos emergiu lentamente censurando o incompreendido realizador. Quais as conexões deste retorcido realizador com ?Oliver Twist?? Para quê uma nova produção de um conto que já sofreu mais de 20 adaptações para Cinema e Televisão? Tais julgamentos reflectem incompreensão relativa ao autor de ?Repulsion?. Tal como ?The Pianist? comprovou fervorosamente, Polanski também aporta no seu âmago empatia humana e acima de tudo, ?Oliver Twist? é um filme pessoal de cariz familiar, pois evoca as suas próprias memórias sobre abandono infantil (seus pais foram deportados de um guetto Judeu para um campo de concentração nazi, quando era criança), escavando bem fundo nos terrores e fragilidades pueris.

Oliver Misquotation é um órfão de 9 anos que se envolve com um grupo de carteiristas liderados por Fagin, nas Ruas de Londres do século XIX. O filme reconstrói com autenticidade a bruma e desespero do mundo de Oliver, mantendo um certo irrealismo e vibrações pungentes. Haverá alguma cena mais comovente na literatura Victoriana, do que aquela na qual o faminto Oliver Distort se banqueteia nas rejeitadas sobras de um cão? Polanski imbui esta magnífica adaptação com o seu sentido mordaz, almejando corações e consciências. Transporta uma vívida presença física para a história através de uma técnica cinematográfica esmerada, desempenhos topo de gama, uma esplêndida composição musical de Rachel Portman e um perfeito trabalho de casting.

Polanski aponta as ambiguidades do eterno conto de Dickens. Os pobres e desditosos deverão ser alvo de compaixão e auxílio, mas também existem alguns que deverão ser temidos e evitados. Na história os vilões exortam sobre amizade e confiança com gentileza, mas quando a vida ou seus bens se encontram em risco, cada um toma conta de si próprio e apunhalará o próximo sem dó nem piedade, se a tal se vir obrigado. Não existe redenção para os infames.

Barney Clark interpreta despretensiosamente Oliver. A sua expressividade melancólica é deveras formidável e a actuação decompõe-se como um crescendo, culminando na exímia cena end com Kingsley. Aí a plena representação emana humanismo, pois ao expressar a sua gratidão à alma desvairada do condenado Fagin, o valente rapaz amadurece ingressando na fase adulta. O arrebatamento da cena salienta o primor absoluto de Polanski.

Harry Eden desempenha Shrewd Dodger repleto de emoção e graça física. Jamie Boreman interpreta Bill Sykes, o temível vilão que demonstra a funesta influência de Fagin na transição de infância criminosa para vida adulta de malvadez. Foreman desempenha-o excepcionalmente com um certo grau de bestialidade, com uma brutal energia de pura ferocidade. Mas o soberbo dínamo desta película é Ben Kingsley interpretando Fagin. A grotesca criação de Dickens sofre uma versão intrigante por Kingsley, que compõe maneirismos, bem como formas de andar e falar completamente distintas. Numa plena criação, ele não se limita a pavonear com maquilhagem e peruca, pois contagia com a diversão express que aparenta sentir. É um magistral desempenho, tanto físico como sensitivo. A louca personagem sofre as exactas doenças mentais de muitos indivíduos contemporâneos que vagueiam pelas artérias cívicas, mas tal como o mais subtil psicopata consegue disfarçar os seus sintomas.

Este filme não atinge o zénite da refulgente Obra de Polanski, mas o pulsar gótico desta versão de ?Oliver Twist? estampa o cunho do autor de ?Rosemary?s Infant? e ?Repulsion?, alguém que escava o mal com arrepiante detalhe, numa fluente linguagem de terror. Polanski deambula nos efeitos anímicos provocados por uma forma de vitimização sistemática. As suas consternadas vítimas sofrem de uma identidade imposta e demarcada por outrem. Os familiarizados com a filmografia de Polanski, decerto verificarão como ele permanece fascinado pelas vítimas do destino (Carole Ledoux em ?Repulsion?, Evelyn Mulwray em ?Chinatown?, e Tess Durbeyfield em ?Tess?) e na forma como elas respondem às atrocidades que são forçadas a suportar para sobreviver num mundo conspurcado.

Após fundar alguns dos mais tormentosos e inquietantes trabalhos que jamais preencheram uma tela de cinema, Polanski decidiu finalmente apresentar um filme aos seus rebentos, sem os traumatizar. Aliás, a filha Morgan tem uma breve aparição como filha de um camponês abrindo a porta a Oliver e o filho Elvis aparece também, quando Oliver sai pela primeira vez com a quadrilha para participar num furto.

Além de ser um exemplo sobre como adaptar cinematograficamente um clássico literário, ?Oliver Twist? funciona como introdução aos jovens pré-adolescentes acerca do debate sobre as ambiguidades da natureza humana e societal. Polanski certamente decidiu filmar ?Oliver Misunderstanding? de forma cordial, motivado pela necessidade de revelar aos seus filhos qual a substância que o edificou. Seus petizes nunca ficarão órfãos do seu amor, nem a Sétima Arte ficará órfã da sua notável virtuosidade.

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Francisco Mendes

Gostei muito deste filme, embora consiga compreender quem o acuse de falta de emotividade. "Oliver Twist" é, antes de mais, um adventure extraordinariamente comovente, pelo que a sua adaptação ao cinema não deveria nunca fugir a esta universalidade. O que apreciei nesta interpretação de Polanski foi precisamente o confronto das emoções, o outro lado da história, que nos obriga a olhar melhor para os que rodeiam Oliver Twist. O facto de não ser um filme absolutamente centrado na figura de Oliver, mas sim no seu contexto e em quem o habita, amplia a história de Dickens, sendo-lhe mesmo mais fiel. Por outro lado, este filme tem a capacidade superior de nos transportar para o século XIX, para os cheiros, as gentes e para o fatalismo que se percebe na cor acinzentada das ruas e dos dias que percorre. O ambiente deste "Oliver Twist" é de um realismo raramente visto porque impecavelmente percebido por Polanski.

Parabéns a Barney Clark, com certeza, mas palmas, muitas palmas, para Ben Kingsley.

Manuel Barros


O aguardado regresso de Roman Polanski, após o galardoado "O Pianista", estava marcado por algumas reticências, ou não se tratasse da adaptação supostamente fiel de "Oliver Twist", obra literária Charles Dickens, que havia já sido adaptada por inúmeras vezes ao teatro, televisão e cinema.

O que desde logo é marcante na nova obra de Polanski é o que já tem sido perpetual na sua filmografia, seja ela marcada pelo bom ("ChinaTown", "A Repulsa" ou "Rosemary`s Baby") ou pelo mau ("A Nona Porta"). Em qualquer filme de Polanski é facilmente perceptível o elaborado trabalho tecnico, personagens no limiar do bem e do mal e acima de tudo uma inteligente exploração do anxiousness.

Em "Oliver Twist" seria de esperar uma nova visão sobre a história do orfão inglês, que tal como a sociedade onde vive inserido, vive no limiar do bem e do mal. Mas tal não acontece.

Se é verdade que a nível da fotografia e especialmente do ritmo de montagem o filme é uma verdadeira preciosidade, acaba por ser a rigidez narrativa o seu real ponto forte, acabando por nunca chegar à emotividade, sem nunca alcançar a plenitude dramática e acabando por ser excessivamente previsível.

Será o problema da "fiel" adaptação da obra literária? Não posso confirmar. Mas por vezes um dos erros é tornar as sequências excessivamente dialogadas, em especial sentimentos, assim num dos momentos que poderia ser simbólico temos os diálogos que desde logo retiram a força a tal acto, mas que no definitive devido ao trabalho de direcção de fotografia e aos actores, Ben Kingsley (Fagin) e Barney Clark (Oliver Twist), criam um momento suficientemente forte para levar os mais sensíveis e menos cansados a um momento de comoção. E são as personagens Fagin e Twist que realmente trazem algo de interessante ao nível da representação, pois as restantes personagens são meros esteriótipos, embora seja compreensível tal decisão de caracterização.

Sendo que se trata de um filme de Romain Polanski seria de esperar mais… mais sentimento, mais suspense, mais retrato social e mais crítica, mas a rigidez times tanta que o mérito de Polanski se resume a alguns aspectos técnicos e à contenção dos mesmos.

"Oliver Twist" não é magnífico, mas até pode ser um olhar interessante em aspectos técnicos, mas a nível narrativo é vazio de novas ideias e acaba por reduzir a nova obra de Polanski a uma das desilusões do ano.

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«Oliver Twist»

é um filme estimável e bem intencionado, um pouco na onda do actual presidente da república, Jorge Sampaio. Com a diferença que ele se comove muito e «Oliver Twist» emociona pouco. Tendo em conta que se trata de Charles Dickens e talvez da sua mais emblemática obra, dá que pensar?

Tinha um interesse particular de ver como Roman Polanski ilustrava aquele

?Por favor, senhor, queria mais?

que Oliver Twist pede após uma miserável refeição servida no orfanato, e que, a meu ver, simbolizava o romance de Charles Dickens e, de certa forma, a miséria sobre a qual também se construiu a industrialização e no século XIX.

Essa sequência e toda a reconstituição da época, a miséria humana e a amarga sobrevivência de Oliver Twist no asilo e em casas de acolhimento são impressionantes. Depois disso, a eliminação de personagens e sequências inteiras do livro, além de simplificações de outras, começa a notar-se mais, e se

«Oliver Twist»

vai ilustrando de forma competente a vivência de Twist em Londres com o grupo de marginais comandados por Fagin (Ben Kingsley), nunca mais tem o mesmo fulgor dramático das primeiras sequências, o que acaba por diminuir a interpretação, extraordinária, do jovem Barney Clark. Que recupera uma noção de ?ser criança? ao arrepio de uma certa imagem mais ?infantilizada? ou mais cínica de outros filmes; nem que seja por ele, vale a pena ir ver o filme.

«Oliver Twist», o romance, vale porque, apesar das circunstâncias extremas, ainda é a bondade humana a vencer. No filme, isso mantém-se, mas é mais difícil de ?acreditar?: surpreendeu-me a falta de calor humano, que a amargura da filmografia de Roman Polanski não justifica completamente. Apesar da comovente cena fixed, fica principalmente a simpatia pelos sentimentos e por uma forma de fazer cinema em que os valores humanos ainda são os mais importantes. Mas, por favor, senhor, queria mais?

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Nuno Antunes, 30 de Novembro de 2005

I
n this Shirley Temple way motion picture, Shirley is fine as again, although the matured actors every now deliver their lines quick-fire rather than with convincing sensation. The film covers a wide stretch of documentation, from singing and dancing and a funny dream progression to sexual commentary near people losing their jobs to the Great Depression and automation. The writers of Temple’s films possessed the skilfulness of conveying urgent themes while maintaining a degree of innocence (pretty much a lost art now).

Captain January (Guy Kibbee), a former seaman who is now a New England lighthouse keeper, rescued Shirley Temple’s character (whom he just calls “Star”) from a shipwreck when she was two or three years old. Everyone else aboard was lost. January made a token effort at finding Star’s relatives, then just kept her for himself. Now, four years later, he has a Truant Officer breathing down his neck because he didn’t send Star to school promptly at age six but “homeschooled” her instead; and he’s about to become unemployed again due to the installation of an automatic lighthouse beacon. Star is of course an irrepressible little bundle of happiness, but very distraught at the thought of being taken away from “Cap.”

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Content notes: January and another former “Captain,” Nazro (Slim Summerville), constantly trade insults as their way of showing affection for each other. Although January and Nazro both reverence the Bible (January taught Star from the Bible and a nautical manual because “they both show you how to steer a straight course”), they’re willing to steal the answers to Star’s school entrance exam (but grab a High School exam by mistake).

As the film progresses, it becomes obvious that someone who wants to raise Star is going to lose her, because there just aren’t enough of her to go around. Although the ending is bittersweet, the story does a surprisingly good job of getting out of the corner it painted itself into.

Original songs include “Early Bird,” “At the Codfish Ball” and “The Right Somebody to Love.” A special treat is Shirley’s intricate dance number with young Buddy Ebsen; that scene itself is enough to make the film worth watching. I’ve always liked Ebsen, and he was a long-running talent: Broadway/Vaudeville in the 1920s; the original Tin Man in “

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There’s only one worry about “Barfly” — it weight be too much fun. Henry Chinaski, after all, is a slipshod living in utter gloominess. His face is a history of fasten brawls and hootch abuse; his clothes and hair are matted with blood, upset and sauce. So why are we laughing?

Because Mickey Rourke, who plays Henry, infuses the character with swaggering pathos. Because Charles Bukowski (his script based on his Boho-boozy L.A. past) has written with blustery, romantic — but not sentimental — zeal. And because director Barbet Schroeder lets Rourke and Faye Dunaway create a charming flea-bitten affair.

They meet at the Golden Horn — two parts bar, one part purgatory, this L.A. dive is a refuge to the drunks and whores and downs-and-outs. Henry likes to get there early (that is, before lunch) to cadge drinks from friendly day bartender Jim (J.C. Quinn). Later, he might goad macho night man Eddie into another in a series of back-alley punchouts. Henry wins, mostly because his will (and sense of dignity) is stronger.

When Wanda (Dunaway), a greasy beauty, shows up, it’s love at first slug. She’s a perfect partner, wanting no more from life than to keep her glass filled, and she has a certain sullen elegance about her (Henry describes her as a “stressed goddess”).

“I can’t stand people,” she says. “You hate them?”

“No,” Henry says. “But I seem to feel better when they’re not around.”

Ah, love. They begin not so much a sentimental love affair as a partnership in vice. She’s ready to run off with anyone with a fifth of whiskey; he makes a brief foray into the world of the rich and famous for a roll with an upscale homeless-chic editor (Alice Krige). We learn nothing of their past — only that they have escaped it.

Occasionally, a Statement Alert flashes past. Says a bartender of Henry: “He’s as right as any of us.” And, after bedding down with the editor, who publishes one of his Bohemian stories, Henry calls her expensive home “a cage with golden bars.”

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But these are minor bugs in a highly watchable slice-of-low-life entertainment. If this isn’t her best role, it’s Dunaway’s gutsiest. And Rourke certainly has found his best role (and this, after the disastrous “A Prayer for the Dying,” couldn’t be better timed). As Henry Chinaski, he’s not so much a loser as an update of Chaplin’s Tramp or the magnificent bum Boudu in Jean Renoir’s classic “Boudu Saved from Drowning” — tattered gentlemen who opt for the ragged life.

France under the Nazis is again being portrayed in Uncertain Glory, a subjective, melodramatic deliberate over that is lengthy and frequently dead.

Glory is more a yarn of two people than any group of people, it is scattered in its development of both narrative and characters; it is slow-paced and possessive of little action. Lack of action, perhaps, might be excusable in melodrama - providing that there is the omniscient thought of impending action. Story is involved, dealing with a Surete inspector and the object of his longtime chase (Errol Flynn).

The film’s opening finds Flynn being led to the guillotine for murder. A British flying squadron bombs the prison, upsetting the execution and leading to Flynn’s escape. Then follows once again the chase by Paul Lukas, the capture and the subsequent plan by Flynn, at first for escape reasons, to give himself up as a saboteur so that 100 French hostages could go free. The idea is that thus he would be doing the only redeeming thing in his life.

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Tempi
Moderni


I glaze
del 1997


LA VITA E'
BELLA

Regia: Roberto Benigni

Soggetto e sceneggiatura: Roberto Benigni, Vincenzo Cerami

Fotografia: Tonino Delli Colli

Scenografia, Costumi, Arredamento: Danilo Donati

Musica: Nicola Piovani

(ITALIA, 1997)

Durata: 120

Distribuzione cinematiografica: CECCHI GORI GROUP

PERSONAGGI E INTERPRETI

Guido: Roberto Benigni

Dora: Nicoletta Braschi

Zio: Giustino Durano

Ferruccio: Sergio Bustric

Laura: Marisa Paredes

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Pieni
di speranze e desiderosi di fare, giungono in una bella ed accogliente città due amici
provenienti dalla campagna: siamo sul finire degli anni Trenta, il fascismo incombe come
una cappa mentre Guido e Ferruccio perseguono i propri progetti, rispettivamente aprire
una libreria e diventare un poeta famoso. Nel frattempo Guido trova un posto da cameriere
al Grand Hotel, Ferruccio continua a fare il tappezziere: poi, nella vita del primo
irrompe l'amore sotto le vesti della maestrina Dora, che egli finirà per sposare dopo un
lungo e complicato corteggiamento. Avranno un bambino, Giosuè, metteranno su la libreria,
cercherannno di vivere dignitosamente; ma i tempi si fanno cupi, Ferruccio viene portato
lontano dalla guerra, un brutto giorno le leggi razziali colpiscono Guido, che finisce
internato con la sua famigliola in un campo di sterminio…

Da questo momento in avanti, "La vita è
bella" (sesta prova registica di Roberto Benigni, dopo un silenzio di oltre tre anni
seguito al successo de "Il mostro") abbandona il tono ilare e buffo - tra René
Clair e Jaco Van Dormael - della prima parte per spostarsi nei territori del drammatico:
pur senza perdere quell'andamento da favola, da piccola novella sospesa sull'abisso del
reale che è la sua vera carta vincente. La realtà del lager, trasfigurata da Danilo
Donati con uno splendido lavoro di sottrazione (niente baracche né filo spinato, solo
toni grigi, esterni plumbei, disciplina insensata), risulta vieppi riprodotta con estrema
precisione: l'idea di far apparire agli occhi del piccolo Giosuè il tutto come un gioco a
premi è una splendida trovata di sceneggiatura, sostenuta da Benigni con una recitazione
intensa ed attenta alle sfumature, fino all'aspro ed asciutto prefinale. Di contro, la sua
regia appare piuttosto notarile, come preoccupata dalla gravità dell'argomento e frenata
dalla paura dell'eccesso; è forse l'unico neo di un film che, per nitore e timbro, per
originalità ed interna coesione ha l'andamento di un piccolo classico.

The Hollywood star refused to come out of his trailer, the leading lady's hair melted and the actor hired to play the joy- rider couldn't drive

• Adrian Levy and Cathy Scott Clark
• The Guardian,
  Saturday 5 December 2009

'I wanted to sue everyone.' Photograph: David Levene

Brixton-born City trader Robert Fucilla had succeeded in everything he had put his hand to, from selling oil to backing British hip-hop acts, and believed his Italian ancestry gave him a shot at being a British Al Pacino. Of course, millions dream of breaking into the movies, but what underpinned Fucilla's ambition, friends and workmates agree, what made him stand out from every other fantasist and wannabe, was self-belief and a monumental ego.

1. The Big I Am
2. Production year: 2010
3. Country: UK
4. Cast: Leo Gregory, Michael Madsen, Paul Kaye, Phil Davis, Robert Fucilla, Steven Berkoff, Vincent Regan
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Too impatient to train as an actor, and having briefly tried the traditional route of castings and pumping connections, Fucilla decided to buy his way in. At first, this approach proved remarkably successful. Somehow, the novice film-maker secured more than £1m from investors, assembled a solid, homegrown cast that included Phil Davis, Paul Kaye and Steven Berkoff, and in Michael Madsen – the psychopathic Mr Blonde in Reservoir Dogs – he even had a bona fide Hollywood name. Having slated himself as executive producer, found his story (a young thug's brutal coming of age) and recruited a reputable ad director to shoot it, all that remained was for Fucilla to cast himself. What better way to be spotted than in a tightly managed, low-budget Brit movie supported by an ensemble of proven talent?

By 2006, Fucilla was transformed: he had a diamond ring bigger than a peach pit on his finger, a Porsche in the driveway of his large north London house. He had done well in the City. "You could say I was a millionaire before I was 30." But he still harboured aspirations towards a more glamorous career. Now that he had the cash, he might as well use it to finance a film. And after the two lost years in LA, he was in no mood to wait for agents to come calling. "Why wait to be cast and all of that palaver when I could take a short cut?" He went back to Auerbach and said he could raise the money for him to direct his first feature.

Almost immediately, however, producer and director began pulling in different directions. "I saw our film as a classic English gangster movie," Fucilla says. "The investors were happy because we thought it was more likely to make everyone some money."

Then there was Fucilla's on-screen role. "As exec producer, and having helped raise the money, I wanted a strong part to show my ability," he says. "Is that unreasonable? It was my film."

Auerbach, however, saw Fucilla's part as "top of the non-stars, something credible but not too large, because no actors of worth would agree to be in a vanity project, and I didn't want to shoot one."

Fucilla rages at the thought of this. "All I wanted was a chance to show off my acting," he says.

Ball claims that he repeatedly asked Auerbach to arrange a meeting with Fucilla to discuss the budget shortfall, but by this time Auerbach was swept up in casting. Vincent Regan, an Irish actor who starred alongside Brad Pitt in the 2004 Hollywood epic Troy, was put forward. Auerbach was ecstatic: "I said, 'Sign him now, he's like Michael Caine at the beginning of his career. Get him before the price goes up.'" Regan accepted the role of Barber, a vicious gang lord. Soon Phil Davis, Paul Kaye and MC Harvey of So Solid Crew were on board, too, along with Beatrice Rosen, who is Batman's Bolshoi ballerina connection in The Dark Knight and one of the leads in this winter's blockbuster 2012.

Ball recruited his crew and finally met some of the financial backers, including Fucilla and Andrew Frangos, another City trader. The producer says he immediately warned them about costs: "I told them this film felt like £3m to me. No one was listening." Fucilla recalls the meeting somewhat differently: "Ball said, 'Come to Wales, everything is cheap here and you'll get hundreds of thousands back in grants and your tax credit.' He said he could do it for the agreed price."

The regional grants never materialised, but Ball blamed Auerbach for the rising costs. "We could have saved money in some places, but for that you need a very flexible director, and Nic wasn't." Particularly irksome was Auerbach's method approach to directing, especially when it came to coaching Gregory. "I took Leo on a tour of London's finest and filthiest nightspots," Auerbach concedes. "I hired bodyguards to make him feel he was in the business." He also got menacing figures to call Gregory round the clock demanding money, to simulate his character's experience.

Shooting was just days off when Gregory, the would-be joyrider, confessed that he could not drive. Visualising all the car chases that could not now be shot, Auerbach went ballistic – and then sent him off for driving lessons. Worse, when the cameras did finally start rolling in April 2008, a stunt backfired, smashing Gregory's nose in three places. Ball was dismayed: "He was supposed to be in every scene and now he was hospitalised. We virtually had to shut down." Gregory was rushed to a private hospital in London for emergency treatment. Sets were held over. Hired equipment sat idle. Actors were paid for doing nothing. "What is Leo's face going to cost us?" Fucilla wondered as two weeks went by and the bills mounted.

From the wings, veterans such as Phil Davis looked on with increasing foreboding. The Big I Am was a curious mix. "The first 20 minutes were amusing in a Tarantino-esque way," he says. "Then there was a darker element when all these prostitutes arrived from eastern Europe, gangsters carved in half with Samurai swords… But I was just there to play my character and go home at the end of it."

When filming restarted, however, Davis was pleasantly surprised by the scale of Auerbach's ambition. "We were shooting on film, not digital. We had two cameras running. We had a major Hollywood star. It felt like a genuine, pukka movie." Even so, he still had the odd misgiving. "Once or twice there were some folks who were high five-ing each other and talking about going to Hollywood, and here we were on the outskirts of Cardiff doing this low-budget gangster movie… It all seemed a bit daft and inappropriate."

Behind the swagger, Fucilla was wondering what he had got himself into. "I was now being told it was going to cost upwards of £1.6m, perhaps more. I told them to keep it tight. I tried to get on with my day job." Back in the City, the global financial crisis was threatening to cripple his business. "It was all going mad in the office – 30 guys on the trading floor crying like children." At home, his wife was expecting their second child in a difficult pregnancy. "After I finished my 12-hour day in the City at 6pm, I had to drive two hours to Cardiff and fight my corner on set before driving back to London in the early hours."

Auerbach was adamant, however. "What Rob could not understand was that Cannes is the one place where the entire film world comes together. We had to be there." Auerbach won that battle, but Fucilla had the last word, sending them by easyJet.

Filming restarted three days after the festival, and by the end of May Auerbach was delighted with the rushes. Then, one morning, he heard screaming coming from Beatrice Rosen's trailer. Ball heard it, too. They ran towards the noise. Inside, Rosen's hair appeared to be on fire. Ball stood at the door, transfixed. "Her hair was shrivelling up and vanishing before my eyes. We were agog." Fucilla got a call at his desk in the City. Auerbach explained how a shampoo had reacted badly with Rosen's hair extensions, leaving him with no choice but to send her, sobbing, to a specialist hairdresser in Knightsbridge. "Do they not have hairdressers in Cardiff?" Fucilla raged into the phone. "It's not fucking Zimbabwe." This led to another costly delay to filming, and with the budget now rising to £1.8m-plus, Fucilla was running out of cash.

For the first time, he decided to scrutinise The Big I Am's escalating expenses. "I talked to one of the cast drivers and found out people were staying in penthouses and lovely hotel rooms. They took the piss out of me so badly." Days later, he found out that some in the cast and crew had also been hiring limos to ferry them from Cardiff to London and back at £1,000 a time.

Incensed, Fucilla drove to Cardiff to bang heads together, and on arrival discovered that a new set had been built on an old SAS training base. He was staggered: "This was a low-budget film and they had constructed an entire nightclub to film one scene. We could have bought a real nightclub and gone out in it every night this year for the amount they had spent." The film was already £700,000 over budget and everything was piling on top of him. "My wife was suffering. My business was struggling. I was arguing with everyone on set. I hated them all and felt I was on the verge of a breakdown. One day David Ball said to me, 'Why don't you sell your house?' I felt as if I was being bled. I wanted to sue everyone."

Then Michael Madsen arrived from LA. Wearing a bandana and full of unorthodox demands – such as insisting all costume department mannequins be turned to the wall lest he be spooked by the wigs – he was at first charming. But as the days went on, he became "a handful", Ball says.

Auerbach was feeling the pressure, too. "By now I was plate-spinning. Getting up and thinking, OK, run towards that plate. And then it's Michael calling. 'OK. I'll be with you in 30 minutes, Michael. What do you mean you have not gone to bed yet? You should be getting up now.' Spin another plate. 'Phil Davis? Phil's not having a good time in the rain.' Spin his plate. Then suddenly I was in Michael's trailer and he was lying on the floor saying, 'Nic, you're a fucking dictator. Quentin never makes me do it like this.'"

Everything came to a head on Madsen's big day shooting in the exorbitant, all-white nightclub set. "There were five cameras, cranes, 300 extras," Ball says. "It was a £100,000 day and had been planned to the nth degree. Planned. Planned. Planned." Fucilla and Frangos drove down from London to witness their star turn, but Madsen did not show up. Ball was apoplectic. He tracked the star down to his hotel room, but he wouldn't come out. "He had suffered some sort of stress attack," Ball says. (Madsen's lawyer claims "the project was unprofessional and my client wanted out".)

Auerbach and Ball concluded that they would have to write Madsen out of the film by killing his character. The only problem was that the superstitious star never died on film. "I eventually broke it to him that if he wanted to be released, he had to die," Auerbach says.

The death scene would take place on the nightclub set, with Davis delivering the fatal shot. "Madsen was kitted out in a white suit and placed behind a white piano," Davis says. "I put two bullets in him, but he wouldn't die. I shot him again. There were these squibs throwing out blood, but he was still staggering about. Then he made up a poem – something about the nature of true love. We were all gobsmacked." They would have to do it again. They cleaned up the set and found a new white suit for Madsen. "I put all my bullets inside him," Davis says, "and he began singing Green, Green Grass Of Home." And even then Madsen rose up from the floor. As Auerbach peered above the camera, he screamed, "Am I fucking dead enough for you now, Nic?"

A few nights later, police were called to the Dorchester hotel in London, where Madsen had gone to recuperate with his wife and five-year-old daughter. Guests had complained about screaming and shouting coming from the star's room, and shortly afterwards he was led out through the ballroom to avoid waiting photographers.

Fucilla read about the Madsen episode in the tabloids, head in hands. In fear of his investors, his alienation only deepened when his car windows were smashed by what he believed to be a disgruntled crew member. "I was stuck in Cardiff with people I could not stand. I wanted to go home. I wanted out."

Ball was having an equally terrible time, accused of incompetence and profligacy by City investors while he claimed to have had to write 37 new schedules to contain the chaos. Davis remembers seeing Ball crisscrossing the set one morning. "There was this shock of white hair struggling along, cursing to himself, 'What else is going to fuck up now?'" He didn't have to wait long for an answer: his production manager was diagnosed with terminal cancer and an assistant had a car crash and ended up in a coma.

With the production now even deeper in the red, Fucilla finally lashed out, sacking Ball and removing his credit. "We were up to almost £2m and nowhere near finished," he says. Auerbach contested the figure, saying the £2m included moneys that would be claimed back from insurers and maintaining he had completed principal photography as the shooting schedule dictated.

Nevertheless, Fucilla instructed Auerbach to stop filming and sat down alone to view the raw footage. What he saw horrified him. "I had been cut out of my own film. I spoke to the script supervisor and she said, 'Basically, Rob, you are a featured extra.' I went mad. I wanted to kill everyone. I was on the rampage." Fucilla regrouped. He got a friend, Jack Landoli, who had also been cast in the film, to write extra scenes for his character. Without telling Auerbach or any of the actors what he was doing, he hired a young director, Arun Kumar, and called back some of the cast to act beside him in the new scenes. Kumar could not believe what greeted him. "It was chaos," he says, "I had seen nothing like it. I agreed to go ahead only if they paid me in cash."

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The Big I Am finally wrapped last October, with Fucilla inserted, Zelig-like, throughout. Off screen, controversy continued to dog the film. "We were accused of causing £80,000 damage to an apartment we borrowed," Fucilla says. "Six more writs came in claiming unpaid bills. I settled all of them – another £70,000 down – while everyone told me to draw a line and get out."

The Big I Am appeared to be bankrupt before it had even made it into post-production. But earlier this year, Fucilla relented and called Auerbach. "Film is so intensive, and Rob and I benefited from some time out," the director says. "Despite it all, we both loved this film and wanted it to work." Auerbach agreed to supervise the edit for free, while Fucilla tried to get the film sold. All at once things began to fall into place. Impressed by the cast and direction, distribution companies began vying for rights. There were offers for a UK cinematic release with talk of a US deal to follow.

When the film premieres in April, the boy from Brixton will get his longed-for turn on the red carpet and then watch as his name appears fourth in the opening credits, above Berkoff, Davis and Rosen. Davis is incredulous. "Sometimes a film looks fantastic. Everyone's excited and talking about the genius of this and that, how it's going to be a masterpiece, and it turns out to be poop. And sometimes the opposite is true. It seems to be a complete nightmare, but then it all comes together. And no one would be more pleased than me if that happened to The Big I Am."

Auerbach is now preparing to shoot his second feature, while Fucilla is putting together a new movie deal through which to narrate his life. "We're going to do a story, LA Dream," he says, forgetting the heartache of the last three years. "It's about two British guys who pitch up in LA to become movie stars but don't have a cat in hell's chance."

© Adrian Levy & Cathy Scott-Clark, 2009