Showing posts with label Homage. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Homage. Show all posts

Friday, December 16, 2011

Friday, August 7, 2009

começam a ser demasiado recorrentes, este tipo de posts

John Hughes morreu.

Se bem que é verdade que já não fazia um filme decente há muito tempo, o que é certo é que marcou uma década... e uma data de pessoas pelo caminho. Ficam as suas obras dentro dos meus géneros preferidos, de comédia e comédias românticas. Lançou o brat pack e fez alguns dos meus filmes preferidos.

So long, Mr. Hughes. It was indeed a pleasure, sir.


















and last but not the least...



Ler a notícia do Público para mais informação, embora lá diga que o Sozinho em Casa é de 1900.
Não recrimino estas coisas. Apraz-me saber não sou o único a cometer gafes ridículas.

Monday, December 15, 2008

porque há coisas que não me saiem da cabeça

Dear Karen,

If you're reading this, it means I actually worked up the courage to mail it. So, good for me.
You don't know me very well but you get me started, I have a tendency to go on and on about how hard the writing is for me.
But this... this is the hardest thing I've ever had to write.
There's no easy way to say this, so I'll just say it.

I met someone.

It was an accident. I wasn't looking for it. It wasn't on the make.
It was a perfect storm. She said one thing. I said another. Next thing I knew, I wanted to spend the rest of my life in the middle of that conversation.
Now there's this feeling in my gut.
She might be the one.
She's completely nuts... in a way that makes me smile -- highly neurotic.
A great deal of maintenance required.

She is you, Karen.

That's the good news. The bad is that I don't know how to be with you right now. And it scares the shit out of me. Because if I'm not with you right now, I have this feeling we'll get lost out there.
It's a big, bad world full of twists and turns, and people have a way of blinking and missing the moment... the moment that could've changed everything.

I don't know what's going on with us, and I can't tell you why you should waste a leap of faith on the likes of me... but, damn, you smell good -- like home.
And you make excellent coffee.
That's got to count for something, right?

Call me.

Unfaithfully yours,
Hank Moody.

Tuesday, June 24, 2008

petit homage

Morreu George Carlin, um dos melhores cómicos de todos os tempo.
Dizem por aí que há três referências no mundo do stand-up, Lenny Bruce, Richard Pryor e George Carlin.

Um dos espectáculos (não sei qual a tradução adequada para routine), o "Seven Dirty Words You Can't Say on Radio or Television", foi mesmo usado num processo judicial de censura na rádio.
Carlin usava muitas profanidades, muitas vezes, mas tudo para ir fazendo críticas à sociedade, com auxílio de muito humor negro.

Hoje em dia, Carlin ia fazendo pequenos papéis em filmes, aqui e ali, tendo mesmo sido usado recorrentemente nos filmes do meu mestre.

Thanks for the laughter, good sir.



I think it's the duty of the comedian to find out where the line is drawn and cross it deliberately. - George Carlin