Il Dio delle Piccole Cose

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L'ho rivista oggi per caso, dopo tanto tempo, e ho pensato a quanto mi facesse felice. Perché a volte l'amore per il cinema è anche questo, una fittà di felicità insensata in un giorno con il cielo troppo grigio. Allora guardi Jean-Paul Belmondo e Jean Seberg sotto le coperte e pensi che il mondo è un posto meraviglioso. 

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It's a Shame!

Everybody knows that the Oscars are the most important cinema awards in the world.
This doesn't mean, of course, that they are the best. 
Actually, they are not. 
Still, for people involved in cinema, to win an Oscar means a lot, and very often it means to have a career, if not a life, changed.
Everybody knows as well, or at least my loyal readers, how much I love Michael Fassbender. Stupidly enough, especially after his nomination to the Golden Globes, I thought he would have had an Oscar nomination for his incredible performance in Shame by Steve McQueen. He didn't, and I think it is a real shame! 

Sadly enough, it wasn't my only deception: I think it is a pity not to have nominated Tilda Swinton for her amazing role in We need to talk about Kevin by Lynne Ramsay, or Albert Brooks for his great role in Drive by Nicholas Winding Refn (I mean, why Drive is not present at all???) and I am also shocked to hear that Once upon a time in Anatolia by Nuri Bilge Ceylan is not among the 5 nominations for the Best Foreign Film. 
Let's cheer up, though, because there are reasons to be happy: the success of The Artist by Michel Hazanavicius, a movie I really loved, the two nominations for the Iranian masterpiece A separation by Asghar Farhadi and the unexpected nomination for Margin Call by J. C. Chandor in the category of Best Original Screenplay.
The missed nomination to Fassbender, reminded me of something that happened back in 1988. That year, the Academy forgot to nominate an actor who deserved that award more than anybody else: Jeremy Irons, for his double role in Dead Ringers by David Cronenberg.
A couple of years afterwards, Irons was nominated and won the Oscar for Reversal of Fortune by Barbet Schroeder. During his acceptance speech, he pronounced the following statement: "Thank you also, and some of you may understand why, David Cronenberg!" The audience started clapping. That Oscar, as a matter of fact, was more for the Cronenberg movie than for the one he was receiving the award for.
I am pretty sure that one day, in years to come, Michael Fassbender will make the same kind of speech, and he will pronounce the famous statement: "Thank you, Steve McQueen!"
We will all understand why.

The (Golden) Iron Lady

 A couple of weeks ago, something incredible happened to me.
The reason why I have waited so long to write about it is that, immediately after, I went away for my job and I didn't have much time to dedicate to the blog. Nevertheless, this event couldn't get out of my mind, and I actually think it will stay there for ever: I had a glass of champagne with Meryl Streep! 
Yes, I know, it sounds unreal, but I swear: it is the truth.
On January 6, Ms. Streep was in Paris for the French avant-première of The Iron Lady, the film about former UK Prime-Minister Margaret Thatcher, together with the director of the movie, Phyllida Lloyd. I had an invitation for the event through my friends at Pathé (Véronique, je t'aime!), and so I had the chance to see the movie and the Master Class following the screening, where the actress and the director talked about their experience.

I have to confess I was quite disappointed by the film: I didn't like the structure of it, there was something fake about the whole construction of the scenes and I thought this was a burden to the fruition of the story. One can only admire the persistence of Ms. Thatcher, who clearly struggled every day as a woman in a world of men, but her reasons, the things she has done, the decisions she has made, what kind of person she was, well, that's another whole story, and I didn't clearly understand which was the movie's point of view. This was particularly sad for me because I greatly admire the work of Abi Morgan, the screenplayer, who previously wrote the BBC tv series The Hour and, together with Steve McQueen, the movie Shame. Anyway, there was one thing I absolutely admired and adored in the movie, and that was Meryl Streep's performance. I mean, she doesn't play Margaret Thatcher, SHE IS Margaret Thatcher, and there are no adjectives to describe her work on this. I guess the audience in the cinema agreed with me, because when Meryl Streep appeared after the movie, there was a spontaneous and very long standing ovation. Catherine Deneuve, Isabelle Huppert and Louis Garrel were part of our team (I saw them!).

For a series of circumstances too complicated and a bit private to explain, few minutes after all this was over, I found myself seated at the same table with Meryl Streep and Isabelle Huppert at the bar of a very fancy parisian hotel, drinking champagne. Well, my boss was with me, and this is actually the only reason why I was there and I had this incredible chance (Grazie, Capo!). As it happens often to me in this kind of situations, I completely loose any sense of reality (something I am lacking of even in my every day life)  and I keep looking around, asking myself: Is this real? Is this really happening? It is also one of those few, very few circumstances, where I become shy and I am not able to speak a single word. I gaze upon people in disbelief, as if they were still on a screen instead of being seated close to me. And last, but not least, I have the bad habit to think about all the questions I am dying to ask and I know I can't, because it is just not possible in a situation like that, where people talk about everything but cinema. As a result, I didn't hear about a single word they were saying, I simply stared at Ms. Streep thinking about how gorgeous, gentle, intelligent, nice, curious, talented, and perfect, she looked. 
Then I heard my boss saying something about me and my passion for cinema. Ms. Streep looked at me and said: Oh, really? This is great. At that point, I confessed I was a cinema blogger. When she heard about it, Ms. Streep gently put her hand on my knees and said, with the sweetest voice: Then, when you write about actors in your blog, please, try to be not too severe with us! 
I was totally amazed by this. Don't you think it is the most incredible thing to hear from the mouth of the best actress in the world? 
On the screen she is an Iron Lady, but in real life, believe me, she is a Golden one.