Chapter XXIV - Where it comes to books, films and sleepless nights
After months of silence, a cold night ... (yes, it starts to get cold) in October, I find myself here trying to win the laziness of the writer.
me want to write all those things I wanted to write such a long time ago, and I never put on paper.
where to start? Well the title of the chapter is illustrative, we talk about movies and books. movies and books I've read and seen, and that impressed me. in more harm than the good.
of those movies and books that are beautiful episodes of that last hour and a half.
this post, even chapter, began last summer when I found myself reading, probably because of the guilt of having bought it, "Into the fire" by N. Evans and "Valhalla" by C. Cussler. NEVER
not read them.
And it ended with the vision, fresh fresh few minutes ago, "deli night before exams. What then has nothing to do with the first two, but ended this thought that I carry with dignity following months.
All bestsellers in their genre. All
crap. All vessels
pandora rhetoric. Stuff of regret "Taste of salt", at least that was fine because it was delivered at the right time.
are those stories that make me angry, for that slippery way they built them to accept that pill about how life really is ... The main characters are modern Indiana Jones, all super nice, super-rich, capable of tricks that even the staff of Mission Impossible would have risked groped. Able in spite of the life spent in saving the world to find the time to do volunteer work, interests, cultural, be up to artists.
But not only this ...
Evans's book the protagonist is a pianist, blind. Strophic but blind. Strabo, who has a wife. And a friend even more strophic.
He died at some point, but the friend never ever try to do something with the wife of his dead, were it not that he is leaving a will in which almost says it is too Celebrities to be left alone. Trombiamola So, if in the end he wanted so ...
Once again I am disgusted not so much (not only) small change from the rhetoric of situations, from the banality of the commonplace, the predictability of the plot narrative. I am disgusted beyond measure immorality of the message. The message is that to win in the end are cool. And the least cool ... should give way in front of these people.
I always wonder why these books and these films always make money hand over fist, I wonder why people continue to find attractive. Because certainly flow, but it is possible that nobody can see us a message behind it? They can share or not, for heaven's sake ... I do not think everyone should like me.
I watched Nightmare before "because someone can not remember who told me, that was a good movie. Because I hoped to relive those moments that I spent even I, eight years ago, anxiety, anguish, elation, and sadness. I found myself in front of portraits of children who do not resemble at all to me, and I think, not even anyone of my generation.
Or maybe I just have obscured the view so as not to realize that we were indeed the case. The film is set in 1989 or 1990 (raf had written "What will" and the Berlin Wall had not yet dropped) and should be a movie about me, of my years, but we do not find anything dela my childhood ... A film that tells of a relationship (absurd) between a teacher and a pupil, a love (absurd) for a girl having a night to mezo minutes and never forgotten, problems (absurd) of adolescents, who loves him, she loves another (not so absurd but we have not talked about enough already?). If the target of the film are the people who is my age, or more than that if you graduated in 1990, I would say that there has got all. Only the music, beautiful, of those years, I was back in time.
Duran Duran, Raf, and a wonderful Venditti makes me think back to a decade that I lived only marginally, as a spectator and not by protagonist. And as always in life have made me smile with melancholy impossiible the desire to be able to go back, but without losing consciousness of today. The hidden desire (but maybe not so) that everyone can change their lives for the better, and erase your mistakes.
Even tonight I had the same question, as I tried (in vain, unfortunately) to remember who had told me that was a good movie: people are not sick of seeing the same thing?
of these movies where there is no happy ending because it would otherwise be trivial, but where, in the end there? By the final scenes in which tells what happens to players when the eternal best friend becomes a marriage counselor and remain single for life? And what is the message of the film? That a group of ignorant idiots, and goats are the good guys, the ones who deserve to win against the bad, the assholes, carrion, or professors, all of the great failures, frustrated by a collapse in private life, which invoke the injustices fate of the poor and unfortunate leavers.
not is just wrong. E 'immoral.
But enough, I'm getting too old staid and boring. And then do not say anything new.
Instead I wanted to write two lines about the book that gave rise to the post title, this one that I carry around this summer. In my desire to dive into the regular reading of the classics, I started reading Don Quixote. It 's a very good book, although I must admit, much to the final brick. Finale which among other things I have not read it yet, since they are still a few chapters from the end. Assuming then that I have not read the ending, and I have not read (and read) the illuminating essay by Eric Auerbach attached, all that I am about to write may be obvious, and have said a million times for you to know how Ineco it ends and, above all, you have studied. Good Quixote is described from the early pages of the novel as a fool.
I do not think it was not. And in this connection I quote the eponymous song by Gucci:
"Sancho hear me, please, I've been a realist, but now today
I do not care, and even if I have a good view,
the appearance of things as you see does not deceive me, I prefer
the surprises of this soul that transforms
tyrant with his tricks in front of the reality you have there, but you
opens new eyes and you turn on the feelings.
Before today I was bored and I wanted to die,
but now I'm a new man who is not afraid to suffer ... "Not only
Quixote is mad, but is otherwise very lucid. He deliberately chooses to see what they want to see. fights his war, and that alone, but believes in what he does. It prefers to pursue his fantasies even if they lead to ruin, because it makes him feel alive. So every occasion good to throw at a mill, or against a flock of sheep. Prefers to look around the world with his new eyes dreamer. And in this I Quixote and good there is very similar. I am also
GilGalaad, and I am a dreamer.
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