time destroys everything...

elbisreverri

Alex: I've been reading the most amazing book.
Marcus: So what is it?
Alex: It says that the future is already written. It's all there. And the proof lies in premonitory dreams.
Pierre: Wow! It's putting us to sleep already!
Marcus: Even dreams are bad news.
Pierre: I often dream I'm sleeping. It's my only dream.
Alex: Well, at least you relax!

só escreve quem tem alguma coisa para dizer...

stalker

Writer: A man writes because he is tormented, because he doubts. He needs to constantly prove to himself and the others that he's worth something. And if I know for sure that I'm a genius? Why write then? What the hell for?

stalker - ver o filme completo aqui

...cristo anti cristo...

The Last Temptation of Christ


Antichrist

What the hell's wrong with freedom, man?

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George: You know, this used to be a helluva good country. I can't understand what's gone wrong with it.

Billy: Huh. Man, everybody got chicken, that's what happened, man. Hey, we can't even get into like, uh, second-rate hotel, I mean, a second-rate motel. You dig? They think we're gonna cut their throat or something, man. They're scared, man.

George: Oh, they're not scared of you. They're scared of what you represent to 'em.

Billy: Hey man. All we represent to them, man, is somebody needs a haircut.

George: Oh no. What you represent to them is freedom.

Billy: What the hell's wrong with freedom, man? That's what it's all about.

George: Oh yeah, that's right, that's what it's all about, all right. But talkin' about it and bein' it - that's two different things. I mean, it's real hard to be free when you are bought and sold in the marketplace. 'Course, don't ever tell anybody that they're not free 'cause then they're gonna get real busy killin' and maimin' to prove to you that they are. Oh yeah, they're gonna talk to you, and talk to you, and talk to you about individual freedom, but they see a free individual, it's gonna scare 'em.

Billy: Mmmm, well, that don't make 'em runnin' scared.

George: No, it makes 'em dangerous. Nik, nik, nik, nik, nik, nik, nik, nik - Swamp.

easy rider

gadjo dilo *

romain duris

se fosse um actor era este...

*gadjo dilo trailer

pensamento do dia..

nosferatu

o halloween não é mais que um produto de marketing...

genuino a sério, é mesmo ao lado... no méxico...

lo dia de los muertos

25 most awesome horror kills

full metal jacket...

full metal jacket

Pogue Colonel: Marine, what is that button on your body armor?
Private Joker: A peace symbol, sir.
Pogue Colonel: Where'd you get it?
Private Joker: I don't remember, sir.
Pogue Colonel: What is that you've got written on your helmet?
Private Joker: "Born to Kill", sir.
Pogue Colonel: You write "Born to Kill" on your helmet and you wear a peace button. What's that supposed to be, some kind of sick joke?
Private Joker: No, sir.
Pogue Colonel: You'd better get your head and your ass wired together, or I will take a giant shit on you.
Private Joker: Yes, sir.
Pogue Colonel: Now answer my question or you'll be standing tall before the man.
Private Joker: I think I was trying to suggest something about the duality of man, sir.
Pogue Colonel: The what?
Private Joker: The duality of man. The Jungian thing, sir.
Pogue Colonel: Whose side are you on, son?
Private Joker: Our side, sir.
Pogue Colonel: Don't you love your country?
Private Joker: Yes, sir.
Pogue Colonel: Then how about getting with the program? Why don't you jump on the team and come on in for the big win?
Private Joker: Yes, sir.
Pogue Colonel: Son, all I've ever asked of my marines is that they obey my orders as they would the word of God. We are here to help the Vietnamese, because inside every gook there is an American trying to get out. It's a hardball world, son. We've gotta keep our heads until this peace craze blows over.
Private Joker: Aye-aye, sir.

What's this for? The tip...

Jean-Michel Basquiat

A huge table with NINE WHITE EXECUTIVES. WAITERS clear their lunch
settings. As they spot Jean and Gina entering, they gawk and
snicker.

George leads them to their table. As they take their seats, Jean
notices the suppressed giggles coming from the executives' table.
They try to ignore it. George disappears.

Jean seems self-conscious about the sores on his face.

GINA
So are you really friends with Andy? He
seems like such a weirdo.

BASQUIAT
He's not. He's out of town and he calls me
every day. What's weird about him?

GINA
Don't you think he's using you?

BASQUIAT
Why does everybody say that? He's the only
person I know who doesn't need to use me.

George reappears.

GEORGE
Would you like to see the wine list?

BASQUIAT
Chateau Latour '64, please.

George disappears again.

GINA
So. Are you ready? I start Columbia next
fall. Of course, there's like, a year of
pre-med stuff, but – whatever. I'm really
excited.
(beat)
And: Rene gave me a job as his secretary.
His poems are getting published.

BASQUIAT
How is he?

GINA
Pretty much the same.

Jean's eyebrows go up.

BASQUIAT
Wow. Congratulations. I hate that asshole.
(beat)
Thanks for coming. I guess I just wanted
to find out how you're –

GINA
(referring to an extra loud
snicker from execs)
What's that about?

BASQUIAT
Forget it.

George arrives and pours a sip for Jean to taste. He nods. George
moves off. Two or three of the executives break out laughing.

Jean puts the glass down and looks at them. The other table is
clearly making fun of him.

GINA
That is amazing. What year is it?

BASQUIAT
George?

George hurries over.

GEORGE
I'm sorry, Mr. Basquiat.

BASQUIAT
See that table over there? I'd like to pay
their bill.

Long silence.

GEORGE
I'm sorry?

Gina looks at Jean, confused.

BASQUIAT
Yeah, just put their bill on my tab.

GEORGE
Really?

BASQUIAT
Yeah.

GEORGE
Very well.

He moves off towards the executives. George whispers to the HEAD
EXECUTIVE, and nods towards Jean. The executives spread the words
amongst themselves. They're horrified.

BASQUIAT
(continuing)
Baby, I think about you a lot. I'm really
sorry about everything. You have to
believe me. I'm serious. I wish, y'know,
that we were –

GINA
I don't believe it, Jean – they're picking
straws.

A YOUNG EXECUTIVE, obviously the loser, takes a deep breath and
heads towards them.

YOUNG EXECUTIVE
Excuse me... On behalf of my friends I'd
like to apologize. We're really sorry.

BASQUIAT
I wish you niggahs could get it togeth-
ahhhhhh.

The Executive reaches to shake Jean's hand. Jean puts a hundred
dollar bill in his hand.

YOUNG EXECUTIVE
What's this for?

BASQUIAT
The tip.

Jean turns back to Gina. The Executive leaves them. George smiles.

basquiat (1996)

hurlyburly

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Mickey: You don't know what you're saying. You don't.

Eddie: I do.

Mickey: No. I know you think you know what you're saying, but you're not saying it. Eddie: No, I know what I'm saying. I don't know what I mean, but I know what I'm saying. Is that what you mean?

Mickey: Yeah.

Eddie: Right. But it's not like anybody knows what anything means, right? It's not like anybody knows that. So at least I know I don't know what I mean, which is better than most people. They probably think they know what they mean, not just what they think they mean.

hurlyburly

o batman já não é o que era...

terry richardson

batman-naked city

les idioterne...

les idioterne

ter revisto ontem os idiotas de lars von trier dobrado em italiano é ainda mais idiota...

o eterno retorno...

9 songs

"He suddenly recalled the famous myth from Plato's Symposium: People were hermaphrodites until God split them in two, and now all the halves wander the world over seeking one another. Love is the longing for the half of ourselves we have lost."

"- I must go.
- Don't you ever spend the night at the woman's place?
- Never!
- What about when the woman's at your place?
- I tell her I have insomnia... anything. Besides, I have a very narrow bed.
- Are you afraid of women, Doctor?
- Of course. "

the unbearable lightness of being

when i know your soul, i will paint your eyes... *

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*modigliani

paris, texas... brown bunny...

brown bunny e paris, texas, a história de dois homens muito tristes e uma travessia pelos desertos do amor...

Your Eyes Close - Michael Cashmore

waking life...

"A self-destructive man feels completely alienated, utterly alone.
He's an outsider to the human community.
He thinks to himself, "I must be insane." What he fails to realize is that society has, just as he does, a vested interest in considerable losses and catastrophes.
These wars, famines, floods and quakes meet well-defined needs.
Man wants chaos.
In fact, he's gotta have it.
Depression, strife, riots, murder, all this dread.
We're irresistibly drawn to that almost orgiastic state created out of death and destruction.
It's in all of us.
We revel in it.
Sure, the media tries to put a sad face on these things, painting them up as great human tragedies.
But we all know the function of the media has never been to eliminate the evils of the world, no.
Their job is to persuade us to accept those evils and get used to living with them.
The powers that be want us to be passive observers.

Hey, you got a match?

And they haven't given us any other options outside the occasional, purely symbolic, participatory act of voting.
You want the puppet on the right or the puppet on the left?
I feel that the time has come to project my own inadequacies and dissatisfactions into the sociopolitical and scientific schemes, let my own lack of a voice be heard."

waking life

o ódio...

sabem aquela do homem caiu de um arranha céus?

para se confortar a cada andar dizia...

"até aqui tudo bem"

"até aqui tudo bem"

"até aqui tudo bem"

não é a queda que interessa...

é como aterras...

aqui...

dos tempos de mais puto...

à tempos que procurava o nome deste filme, a cowboiada dos tempos de mais puto, foi agora lançado em dvd...

será que vale a pena ver?

será que a dimensão das coisas era diferente à 17 anos?

à distância desse tempo as coisas são maiores, mais cheias e irrecuperaveis...

quando foi re-editado vi o exorcista, assim que o ví perdeu toda a magi, a magia que tinha como recordação, na altura metia tudo mais medo, eramos mais novos, menos calejados, menos insensíveis...

vamos ver se vale a pena rever este, se for para apagar a sua memória não vale... veremos...

post scriptum...

duas mulheres nuas a cavalo...

no snowflake encontrei este filme e neste filme encontrei a uma senhora de mota... lembrei-me da bo...