quinta-feira, 3 de março de 2011

Neverwhere

Richard Mayhew is a plain man with a good heart - and an ordinary life that is changed forever on day he stops to help a girl he finds bleeding on a London sidewalk.

"I turn my head, and you may go where you want.
I turn it again, you will stay till you rot.
I have no face, but I live or die
by my crooked teeth - who I am?"

Richard could see himself. He looked crazy; he had a week's growth of beard; food was crusted around his mouth; one eye had recently been blackened, and a boil, an angry red carbuncle, was coming up on the side of his nose; he was filthy, covered in a black, encrusted dirt which filled his pores and lived under his fingernails; his eyes were red and bleary, his hair was matted and snarled. He was a crazy homeless person, standing on a platform of a busy Underground station, in the heart of the rush hour.

quarta-feira, 2 de março de 2011

Filmes recentes que eu particularmente gostei.

A onda (Alemão, se não me engano);

Chloe (Estrangeiro);

SOS Saúde (Estrangeiro);

Eva Peron (Não o musical, o argentino);

Desert Flower (Estrangeiro);

 Conduzindo Miss Daisy (Estrangeiro);

O aborto dos outros (Nacional);

Black Swan (Estrangeiro);

*Em ordem de preferência.