Una delle cose più belle di avere un blog, l'ho già detto più di una volta, è che si incontrano tantissime persone con la tua stessa passione.
Di solito, questa è l'anticamera di una bella amicizia: quando stai lì a parlare per ore di quell'inquadratura , di quel dialogo, di quell'attore, di quanto ti faccia schifo il doppiaggio ecc. ecc., alla fine succede che inizi a parlare di altre cose e ti ritrovi come per incanto nella vita di qualcun'altro. Parecchi mesi fa mi ha scritto un ragazzo siciliano che di nome fa Andrea ma che in realtà tutti conoscono come il "capo" del blog di Via Rigattieri. Io e il capo abbiamo iniziato a parlare di cinema ed è stata la fine! O meglio: l'inizio della famosa amicizia di cui sopra. Di recente ci siamo anche conosciuti di persona, in un suo passaggio qui a Parigi, e abbiamo fatto mille progetti come se fossimo due della Nouvelle Vague in trasferta spazio-tempo (si sa, i caffé parigini fanno questo effetto, a volte).
Qualche settimana fa abbiamo anche partecipato insieme (ma diciamola tutta, più che il capo, è stata la sua dolce metà Nicoletta ad aiutarmi!) al FilmQuiz lanciato da Nanni Moretti sul suo sito, con risultati scarsissimi, ma non importa, perché è stato divertente scambiare messaggi e stare lì delle ore come degli scemi a pensare a dei titoli di film (grazie Nanni!... e grazie Nicoletta!).
Il capo comunque è un tipo infaticabile, e come un giocoliere è stato capace di tirar fuori dal cappello un numero di magia di gran classe: è tra gli organizzatori del primo festival di cinema a tematica glbt (gay-lesbica-bisex-transgender) in Sicilia! Vabbé, un grande! Il festival si chiama SICILIA QUEER FILMFEST, e si svolgerà da domani, 20 Giugno, fino a domenica, 26 Giugno, al Cinema Rouge et Noir di Palermo.
Amici siciliani, accorrete in massa a vedere i bellissimi film che il capo ha messo insieme per l'occasione. Il festival, diretto da Alessandro Rais, prevede un concorso di corti, una rassegna non competitiva di film lunghi, incontri con registi come Luca Guadagnino (che presenterà il suo Io sono l'amore), incontri con scrittori e due mostre fotografiche. In particolare, sappiate che potrete gustarvi il film preferito di Zazie del 2010: Les Amours Imaginaires dell'enfant prodige québécois Xavier Dolan (sottotitolato per l'occasione dal capo in persona e dalla mia amica Manù, la traduttrice dal francese all'italiano che tutti vorrebbero avere: Les Mots Traduits).
E per quelli che non sono Sicilia: spargete la voce, parlatene, fate pubblicità, date un'occhiata alla pagina Facebook del festival, andate in giro con un megafono e invece dell'arrotino, urlate C'è il Sicilian Queer Filmfest!
Perché in Italia qualcosa si sta muovendo, e nella giusta direzione!
domenica 19 giugno 2011
sabato 18 giugno 2011
Beginners
Sometimes we meet somebody, and we
feel a special connection to him/her. We feel like we talk the same
language, we have the same thoughts, the same fears, and we can share feelings
and experiences. Sometimes we go to the movies, and
we find a film able to touch our souls using a common language, a similar way
of imagining things, and conceiving this life. It is not every day, though. And
this is why it is so special when it happens.
Yesterday night I went to see a "movie-friend": Beginners, by American film-maker Mike Mills (who, by the way, is married to one of my favourite artists in this world, the incredibly gorgeous and talended Miranda July).
It tells the story of Oliver, a 38 years old graphic artist, who's going through a very sad moment of his life: he just lost his father, Hal. While still in mourning, he met at a party the beautiful and bizarre French actress Anna, with whom he fell in love. Oliver's head is plenty of memories of his father and mother (who died 5 years before his dad). After his mum died, Hal, at the age of 75, made his coming out, declaring he’s been gay his whole life. Oliver witnesses his father's new life with a mixture of joy and disbelief: Hal has a younger boy-friend, an intense social life, he's surrounded by new friends and supports many activities related to the gay cause. For Oliver, who was used to see him as a quite and sad man, this is a revelation. Few years afterwards, though, Hal finds out to have a cancer stage 4 and he soon dies. Oliver is left with a lovely (and talking!) dog, Arthur, a big and empty house, and the desire - for the very first time in his life - to have a happy and possibly lasting relationship.
When I read that this was the real story of Mills, I wasn’t surprised at all. This movie has a very particular and personal touch, which permeates every scene and influences its style and its pitch. The film-maker achieves here to create something quite rare on screen: to talk about really heavy stuff (illness, death, wrong marriages, sexual identity, depression, difficulties inside families and difficulties in relationships) in an incredibly light, funny and intelligent way. We instantly feel close to Oliver’s character and his sad but amusing attitude towards life: the introduction of his house to Arthur, his dad’s dog, is one of the most surreal scenes ever. Oliver seems constantly amazed by what human existence is able to offer, in the bad and in the good sense, and isn’t this what we all experience every day?
Mills has been blessed by the most wonderful cast: Ewan MacGregor is like the good wine, the older the better, and at each new movie demonstrates there is no limit to the range of roles he can (incredibly well) play. Sweet, shy and irresistible as the gay partner of Jim Carrey in I love you, Phillip Morris, lost and scared in the Polanski’s masterpiece The Ghost Writer and the king of subtlety in this one: he is always more than perfect, never overacting, with a glimpse of Jacques Tati in his manner and his look. Mélanie Laurent, after her exploit in Inglorious Basterds by Tarantino, proves to make the right choices for her international career and she is simply lovely in this movie, while Christopher Plummer, as Hal, is simply to die for. What a great, fantastic, amazing actor he is. Born in Toronto in 1929, Plummer has been a stage actor more than a screen actor, but every time I see him in a film I wonder why he is not more famous than he is. For this role, I hope he will be covered with prizes. But it is impossible not to mention another important actor: Arthur, the dog. More human than a human being, thanks to the subtitles he even has a voice (but he admits to know not more than 150 words!). The dialogues between him and Oliver are so cute that you just want to have the same at home.
It tells the story of Oliver, a 38 years old graphic artist, who's going through a very sad moment of his life: he just lost his father, Hal. While still in mourning, he met at a party the beautiful and bizarre French actress Anna, with whom he fell in love. Oliver's head is plenty of memories of his father and mother (who died 5 years before his dad). After his mum died, Hal, at the age of 75, made his coming out, declaring he’s been gay his whole life. Oliver witnesses his father's new life with a mixture of joy and disbelief: Hal has a younger boy-friend, an intense social life, he's surrounded by new friends and supports many activities related to the gay cause. For Oliver, who was used to see him as a quite and sad man, this is a revelation. Few years afterwards, though, Hal finds out to have a cancer stage 4 and he soon dies. Oliver is left with a lovely (and talking!) dog, Arthur, a big and empty house, and the desire - for the very first time in his life - to have a happy and possibly lasting relationship.
When I read that this was the real story of Mills, I wasn’t surprised at all. This movie has a very particular and personal touch, which permeates every scene and influences its style and its pitch. The film-maker achieves here to create something quite rare on screen: to talk about really heavy stuff (illness, death, wrong marriages, sexual identity, depression, difficulties inside families and difficulties in relationships) in an incredibly light, funny and intelligent way. We instantly feel close to Oliver’s character and his sad but amusing attitude towards life: the introduction of his house to Arthur, his dad’s dog, is one of the most surreal scenes ever. Oliver seems constantly amazed by what human existence is able to offer, in the bad and in the good sense, and isn’t this what we all experience every day?
Mills has been blessed by the most wonderful cast: Ewan MacGregor is like the good wine, the older the better, and at each new movie demonstrates there is no limit to the range of roles he can (incredibly well) play. Sweet, shy and irresistible as the gay partner of Jim Carrey in I love you, Phillip Morris, lost and scared in the Polanski’s masterpiece The Ghost Writer and the king of subtlety in this one: he is always more than perfect, never overacting, with a glimpse of Jacques Tati in his manner and his look. Mélanie Laurent, after her exploit in Inglorious Basterds by Tarantino, proves to make the right choices for her international career and she is simply lovely in this movie, while Christopher Plummer, as Hal, is simply to die for. What a great, fantastic, amazing actor he is. Born in Toronto in 1929, Plummer has been a stage actor more than a screen actor, but every time I see him in a film I wonder why he is not more famous than he is. For this role, I hope he will be covered with prizes. But it is impossible not to mention another important actor: Arthur, the dog. More human than a human being, thanks to the subtitles he even has a voice (but he admits to know not more than 150 words!). The dialogues between him and Oliver are so cute that you just want to have the same at home.
Beginners leaves you with the nice feeling that it is never too late to start a new life. We maybe need to be brave (and crazy) enough to face the challenges that life is imposing on us. Anything can help: a sad event, the right person, a talking dog, a blog.
Just never forget: life is what you make of it!
Just never forget: life is what you make of it!
venerdì 10 giugno 2011
La scelta di Zazie
Essere cinefili a Parigi, vi assicuro, è vita dura.
La verità è che per riuscire a vedere tutto quello che questa città offre in termini di possibilità cinematografiche, bisognerebbe rientrare in una delle seguenti categorie: studenti (ho passato ampliamente l’età), pensionati (non ho ancora l’età!), disoccupati (per fortuna un lavoro ce l’ho), o nullafacenti (sarebbe bello, ma non me lo posso permettere).
Quindi, il momento in cui ogni mercoledi mattina acquisto Télérama per controllare il nuovo programma delle sale è, per dirla come in un film: una gioia e una sofferenza (un premio a chi riconosce questa “doppia” citazione truffautiana!).
Questa settimana non ha fatto eccezione.
Ho aperto l’inserto culturale e ho trovato, film nuovi in uscita a parte, le seguenti opportunità (e NON le cito tutte!!!):
Cycle David Lynch
Cycle Jean-Luc Godard
Cycle Stanely Kubrick
19° Festival Le court qui en dit long (il corto che la dice lunga, geniale!)
Chroniques d’Iran
Le Cinéma des Africanistes
La Comédie à l’Italienne
Festival Parfums de Lisbonne (come si può resistere?)
Films inédits de Jean-Pierre Mocky
Grands Classiques Français: Lino Ventura
Hommage à Jan Svankmajer (e questo chi è???)
Intégrale Wojciech J. Has (vedi sopra)
Marrakech du Rire
Richesse du Cinéma Hollywoodien
Robert De Niro, The King of Comedy
Terrence Malick, avant la Palme
Tigres et Pandas (???)
Woody à Paris
Capite bene che, avendo a disposizione solo 24 ore al giorno, e togliendo il tempo necessario a lavorare, mangiare e dormire, tutto no, non si può fare.
L’altro ieri ho letto sconsolata il lungo elenco delle infinite meraviglie nascoste nei cinema di Parigi e poi sono stata costretta a fare la mia scelta. Ho controllato sale, ubicazione, messo a confronto orari, comodità di luogo, ecc. ecc. e alla fine sono andata a vedere... X-Men: First Class.
Stupiti? Me ne rendo conto.
Ma di fronte alla prospettiva di Michael Fassbender e James McAvoy sullo stesso schermo per 2 ore e 15 minuti, vi assicuro, non c’è per me cinefilia che tenga.
Sono una blogger, non sono una santa...
La verità è che per riuscire a vedere tutto quello che questa città offre in termini di possibilità cinematografiche, bisognerebbe rientrare in una delle seguenti categorie: studenti (ho passato ampliamente l’età), pensionati (non ho ancora l’età!), disoccupati (per fortuna un lavoro ce l’ho), o nullafacenti (sarebbe bello, ma non me lo posso permettere).
Quindi, il momento in cui ogni mercoledi mattina acquisto Télérama per controllare il nuovo programma delle sale è, per dirla come in un film: una gioia e una sofferenza (un premio a chi riconosce questa “doppia” citazione truffautiana!).
Questa settimana non ha fatto eccezione.
Ho aperto l’inserto culturale e ho trovato, film nuovi in uscita a parte, le seguenti opportunità (e NON le cito tutte!!!):
Cycle David Lynch
Cycle Jean-Luc Godard
Cycle Stanely Kubrick
19° Festival Le court qui en dit long (il corto che la dice lunga, geniale!)
Chroniques d’Iran
Le Cinéma des Africanistes
La Comédie à l’Italienne
Festival Parfums de Lisbonne (come si può resistere?)
Films inédits de Jean-Pierre Mocky
Grands Classiques Français: Lino Ventura
Hommage à Jan Svankmajer (e questo chi è???)
Intégrale Wojciech J. Has (vedi sopra)
Marrakech du Rire
Richesse du Cinéma Hollywoodien
Robert De Niro, The King of Comedy
Terrence Malick, avant la Palme
Tigres et Pandas (???)
Woody à Paris
Capite bene che, avendo a disposizione solo 24 ore al giorno, e togliendo il tempo necessario a lavorare, mangiare e dormire, tutto no, non si può fare.
L’altro ieri ho letto sconsolata il lungo elenco delle infinite meraviglie nascoste nei cinema di Parigi e poi sono stata costretta a fare la mia scelta. Ho controllato sale, ubicazione, messo a confronto orari, comodità di luogo, ecc. ecc. e alla fine sono andata a vedere... X-Men: First Class.
Stupiti? Me ne rendo conto.
Ma di fronte alla prospettiva di Michael Fassbender e James McAvoy sullo stesso schermo per 2 ore e 15 minuti, vi assicuro, non c’è per me cinefilia che tenga.
Sono una blogger, non sono una santa...
mercoledì 1 giugno 2011
Jacques Demy & The Fleet Week
I'm in New York City for my job, with no time to go to the movies, unfortunately, but this doesn't mean I don't think about cinema.
In these last days, the city has been invaded by sailors: it is Fleet Week. Every time I see a sailor, I can't help myself: I immediately think about Jacques Demy and his Les Demoiselles de Rochefort, plenty of dancing sailors and girls wearing lovely dresses with bright colours.
I am staying at this cute hotel, having a certain Mad Men style and the perfect name for the circumstance: Maritime Hotel. The other day, coming back from a dinner, you may not believe me but I actually saw a sailor and a beautiful girl dancing in the lobby.
I looked at them, puzzled: were they real or were they coming from my imagination?
They were real, simply part of the magical power that this city has.
I took the elevator and I started dancing myself.
Nobody could see me, but I'm sure that Jacques Demy would have approved!
In these last days, the city has been invaded by sailors: it is Fleet Week. Every time I see a sailor, I can't help myself: I immediately think about Jacques Demy and his Les Demoiselles de Rochefort, plenty of dancing sailors and girls wearing lovely dresses with bright colours.
I am staying at this cute hotel, having a certain Mad Men style and the perfect name for the circumstance: Maritime Hotel. The other day, coming back from a dinner, you may not believe me but I actually saw a sailor and a beautiful girl dancing in the lobby.
I looked at them, puzzled: were they real or were they coming from my imagination?
They were real, simply part of the magical power that this city has.
I took the elevator and I started dancing myself.
Nobody could see me, but I'm sure that Jacques Demy would have approved!
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