Some men are idiots, some men are insane, but some exaggerate the weakness and dementia:

R.I.P. Rick

It some 22 years that I watch all the Formula 1 races and I swear that I have never seen such a hug like that from anyone on anyone. Bourdais and one of his bosses, Franz Tost, of Scuderia Toro Rosso . In the face of "Seb" there is more than a disappointment for not having achieved a podium that was a few meters from the beak of his car in Spa There is an air of farewell, something of loneliness, I know there.

I found very beautiful. The Toro Rosso is made of people of the same material.

I'm concerned about my B.A. Thesis ( that one about The Golden Age of Porn Cinema), the time is short to write it and even knowing much about the subject, I am concerned about things like style, not wanders too much about, and so on.
Worse, I am anxious because impus myself that only write the script of my artcore short porn after ending the Thesis .... I think I will have a heart attack.

Visions from my window this warm morning. The weather does not look like a winter morning, it is very heat here.

A vision from Maracanã Stadium when my team, Fluminense FC, plays.

The cars and Us

For him, the speed meant freedom. "Other day I heard these words, once again, as they always touched me. They are part of a film called Vanishing Point, over 30 years, and relate to Kowalski. Kowalski is a guy who has to deliver the White Challenger that runs from one point to another in the American vastness in a short time and, in doing so, is taken by a determination at the same time naive, strange and desperate. The saga of Kowalski in his Challenger, under the police harassment, is poetically narrated by an announcer for radio black and blind, Supersoul. It Supersoul, on radio, who gives the words that started with the column.
No film explains so clearly and so comovedora the male passion for cars. Women do not understand that passion. For those who are willing to understand it, I recommend they see Vanishing Point. The car represents, for us, or at least for many of us, much more than a commonplace means of transport. The car, big or small, humble or luxurious, gives us wings. We fly with them towards our fantasies more remote and more arrebatadores our dreams. Among them harbour the illusion that no obstacle is insurmountable, that all escape is possible, that by most difficult things that are always there a way out.
Somehow, we are all replicas of Kowalski and hence the pungence a lasting appeal and the test of time, Vanishing Point. A remake was made quite recently, and it is better as tribute than by the quality. The Audioslave did, inspired by the movie, the video of his music Show Me How to Live. It was on video, interspersed with scenes of Vanishing Point, I heard the words superb summary of Supersoul on Kowalski.
It is as if a voice to tell us, since boys: put the foot on the accelerator and you will be invincible. Open the windows of the car to stop and take all himalaias of imagination by the wild wind that invades the car in motion. Put that music loudly, sing along, and then you will have access to paradise. Life is tough, rough? The car symbolizes the answer. A sublime escape, or the possibility lightly a petulant challenge the god of tears. It is so easy. Just accelerate. A curve ahead and where there was mist opens up the chance of a dazzling sun and liberating. We managed to escape from everything, even of ourselves.
More than the police, Kowalski exactly run away of itself, its past, where the illusions were one by one, lost: the woman loved, hindered by the treacherous waters of the sea. The career pilot of the races, destroyed in an accident. The attempt to work as police, ended when a companion appears corrupt. The answer I found was the indomitable Kowalski white Challenger, eternized on dusty roads and deserted as the top symbol of freedom of the virile man. vanishing Point is not only the history of Kowalski. It is the story of us all.

Perfectionist, enigmatic, controller, visionary: the adjectives are insufficient to define the importance of the filmmaker Stanley Kubrick (1928-1999), which complement 80 years this Saturday, if he was alive. As no other director of his time, Kubrick enjoyed without limits creative freedom, carved all aspects of the art film - popular new technologies and exhausting their potential artistic - and moved by the most varied of the seventh art genres (horror, science fiction, epic, movie of war, police etc.).. Respectable (and imitated) by colleagues, cultuated by the public and praised by critics, Kubrick is seen by many as the most influential filmmaker of the second half of the twentieth century.



Happy birthday Stanley.

Me at my workplace.

Finally I decided to surrender and create a blog to publish my diatribes and opinions. Unfortunately only in Portuguese.