<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9129230424557510506</id><updated>2011-08-23T16:01:30.295-03:00</updated><category term='gay'/><category term='crítica'/><category term='chocolate'/><category term='bizarro'/><category term='balé'/><category term='documentário'/><category term='cinema'/><category term='vídeo'/><category term='internet'/><category term='trailer'/><category term='curta'/><category term='nacional'/><category term='música'/><category term='template'/><title type='text'>Beatlelado - Blog do Diego</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beatlelado.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9129230424557510506/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beatlelado.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Diego Denck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03657160399395597315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WbmToX62foY/ScL_j9Fd3XI/AAAAAAAAAC8/n8jG9xqWzTk/S220/05.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>27</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9129230424557510506.post-2534997126629280342</id><published>2011-05-14T00:54:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-14T00:55:26.041-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sabe amor?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TUbI73m0x08/Tc39HW2HT0I/AAAAAAAAAGg/kxk51DuYfnk/s1600/sabe.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 495px; height: 371px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TUbI73m0x08/Tc39HW2HT0I/AAAAAAAAAGg/kxk51DuYfnk/s400/sabe.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606415413979598658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9129230424557510506-2534997126629280342?l=beatlelado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beatlelado.blogspot.com/feeds/2534997126629280342/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beatlelado.blogspot.com/2011/05/sabe-amor.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9129230424557510506/posts/default/2534997126629280342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9129230424557510506/posts/default/2534997126629280342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beatlelado.blogspot.com/2011/05/sabe-amor.html' title='Sabe amor?'/><author><name>Diego Denck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03657160399395597315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WbmToX62foY/ScL_j9Fd3XI/AAAAAAAAAC8/n8jG9xqWzTk/S220/05.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TUbI73m0x08/Tc39HW2HT0I/AAAAAAAAAGg/kxk51DuYfnk/s72-c/sabe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9129230424557510506.post-4537231802735923655</id><published>2011-05-08T21:16:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-08T21:18:29.676-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Silvia Waiãpi no Jô Soares</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Daí a gente fica aqui reclamando de nossa vidinha perfeita, sem nunca ter precisado passar por certas coisas para aprendermos a dar valor à nossa vidinha. Brilhante exemplo o da Silvia Waiãpi, que fugiu da aldeia onde vivia no Amapá e acabou integrando o Exército Brasileiro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/QEXIuO3OtRY" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9129230424557510506-4537231802735923655?l=beatlelado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beatlelado.blogspot.com/feeds/4537231802735923655/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beatlelado.blogspot.com/2011/05/silvia-waiapi-no-jo-soares.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9129230424557510506/posts/default/4537231802735923655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9129230424557510506/posts/default/4537231802735923655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beatlelado.blogspot.com/2011/05/silvia-waiapi-no-jo-soares.html' title='Silvia Waiãpi no Jô Soares'/><author><name>Diego Denck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03657160399395597315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WbmToX62foY/ScL_j9Fd3XI/AAAAAAAAAC8/n8jG9xqWzTk/S220/05.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/QEXIuO3OtRY/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9129230424557510506.post-943177587294097423</id><published>2011-05-08T14:17:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-08T14:55:47.495-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Tim McGraw - The Cowboy in Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed src="http://www.4shared.com/embed/556748285/2344ca7f" width="490" height="25" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; line-height: normal; "&gt;I don't know why I act the way I do&lt;br /&gt;Like I ain't got a single thing to lose&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I'm my own worst enemy&lt;br /&gt;I guess that's just the cowboy in me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a life that most would love to have&lt;br /&gt;But sometimes I still wake up fightin' mad&lt;br /&gt;At where this road I'm heading down might lead&lt;br /&gt;I guess that's just the cowboy in me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The urge to run, the restlessness&lt;br /&gt;The heart of stone I sometimes get&lt;br /&gt;The things I've done for foolish pride&lt;br /&gt;The me that's never satisfied&lt;br /&gt;The face that's in the mirror when I don't like what I see&lt;br /&gt;I guess that's just the cowboy in me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl I know there's times you must have thought&lt;br /&gt;There ain't a line you've drawn I haven't crossed&lt;br /&gt;But you set your mind to see this love on through&lt;br /&gt;I guess that's just the cowboy in you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ride and never worry about the fall&lt;br /&gt;I guess that's just the cowboy in us all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; 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line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-size: x-small; "&gt;(dedicado à uma pessoa especial)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9129230424557510506-943177587294097423?l=beatlelado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beatlelado.blogspot.com/feeds/943177587294097423/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beatlelado.blogspot.com/2011/05/tim-mcgraw-cowboy-in-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9129230424557510506/posts/default/943177587294097423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9129230424557510506/posts/default/943177587294097423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beatlelado.blogspot.com/2011/05/tim-mcgraw-cowboy-in-me.html' title='Tim McGraw - The Cowboy in Me'/><author><name>Diego Denck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03657160399395597315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WbmToX62foY/ScL_j9Fd3XI/AAAAAAAAAC8/n8jG9xqWzTk/S220/05.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EWerFyU1lZM/TcbRYw5firI/AAAAAAAAAGY/D-iQ3PiUE4s/s72-c/cowboy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9129230424557510506.post-1316173039435323856</id><published>2011-05-06T13:22:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-06T21:36:33.409-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='curta'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gay'/><title type='text'>A união estável e o homo erectus</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ontem o Supremo Tirbunal Federal votou por unanimidade o reconhecimento da união estável homossexual. O que de fato é uma mera formalidade legislativa, já que a união estável gay já existe há anos. Casais vivem juntos por toda uma vida, não importando a sua sexualidade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Agora falta liberar o casamento gay no civil e eu acredito que isso não está muito longe de ser acontecer. Um grande avanço para a democracia brasileira e para os direitos humanos. Quem é contra isso - por qualquer motivo que seja - não conhece amor de verdade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;E nesses dois últimos dias acompanhando a TV Justiça e seus mancos ministros em acesso de brilhantismo (Ayres Britto, virei teu fã), eu lembrei dessa animação que surgiu uns dois ou três anos atrás: Homo Erectus. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/13329549?title=0&amp;amp;byline=0&amp;amp;portrait=0" width="490" height="298" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9129230424557510506-1316173039435323856?l=beatlelado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beatlelado.blogspot.com/feeds/1316173039435323856/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beatlelado.blogspot.com/2011/05/uniao-estavel-e-o-homo-erectus.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9129230424557510506/posts/default/1316173039435323856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9129230424557510506/posts/default/1316173039435323856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beatlelado.blogspot.com/2011/05/uniao-estavel-e-o-homo-erectus.html' title='A união estável e o homo erectus'/><author><name>Diego Denck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03657160399395597315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WbmToX62foY/ScL_j9Fd3XI/AAAAAAAAAC8/n8jG9xqWzTk/S220/05.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9129230424557510506.post-3608300408895289012</id><published>2011-05-06T00:48:00.007-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-06T02:19:36.265-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Catastrophe Waitress</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;"Dá o play, Maca" (Cruj)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.4shared.com/embed/344066142/bce6d25f" width="500" height="25" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Dias atrás Ela olhou pra mim e falou: “Eu não sei porque eu gosto de você.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Aquilo ficou na minha cabeça. Como assim não sabe? E eu pensei nisso um tempo e cheguei à conclusão que eu também não sei. Tinha tudo para dar errado. Deu errado muitas vezes. Mas é o que dizem: Deus escreve certos por linhas tortas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Vejamos: a gente se conheceu dia 8 de agosto. 8/8. Oito é o símbolo do infinito em pé. Infinito sobre infinito. Dois infinitos que se cruzaram naquela fria noite de quarta-feira. Fomos assistir “Planeta dos Macacos” separados. Saímos de lá juntos. E até hoje estamos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Nesse meio tempo passamos por 4 faculdades, uma dúzia de relacionamentos, 1 mestrado, 2 pós, 3 enterros, 1 filha... a matemática vai longe. E vai para bem longe! Ela desistiu de Física. Eu desisti de Engenharia. Da matemática, só o infinito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Infinitas são as lembranças: as tardes no shopping Total; o sorvete na testa; a festa surpresa; o réveillon em Copa; a tarde no Bosque Alemão; o Encouraçado Potemkin; o Pub; a primeira balada GLS; o show do Engenheiros; o choro no Retorno do Rei; a lavagem da locadora; os tapas; os abraços; aquele affair que a gente achou que podia ter depois de anos de amizade; os sabres de luz improvisados para assistir Star Wars; explodindo o coração com o Salgueiro na München; etc. A lista é incontável.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Incontável também foram as brigas! Ah, como foram... Felizmente delas a gente esquece, supera e lembra que um dia houve algo, mas não se sabe exatamente o quê e nem de quem foi a culpa. Afinal, pra que lembrar coisas ruins se tem tanta coisa melhor para ser lembrada?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;A vida segue. Uma década passa, algumas torres caem, o São Paulo é tri, eu sou jornalista e Ela é Mestre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Ela é MEU mestre, meu porto seguro e nela eu confio cegamente. A quantos podemos dizer isso? Hoje a gente se despediu. Ela chorou, eu não. Ela sempre foi a mais forte. Hoje eu vi que era minha vez.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;De volta ao Planeta dos Macacos: naquele dia Ela falou uma frase que eu nunca esqueci: “Desculpa eu estar falando muito, mas fã de Senhor dos Anéis eu considero amigo de infância”. Ouso dizer que nossa amizade não é de infância. É de outros tempos. É do infinito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;E nenhuma distância irá separar dois infinitos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LtiP0KdZgbQ/TcNxA-0CzJI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/Mrirp3xOTGA/s400/claus.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603446623054253202" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9129230424557510506-3608300408895289012?l=beatlelado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beatlelado.blogspot.com/feeds/3608300408895289012/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beatlelado.blogspot.com/2011/05/dear-catastrophe-waitress.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9129230424557510506/posts/default/3608300408895289012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9129230424557510506/posts/default/3608300408895289012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beatlelado.blogspot.com/2011/05/dear-catastrophe-waitress.html' title='Dear Catastrophe Waitress'/><author><name>Diego Denck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03657160399395597315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WbmToX62foY/ScL_j9Fd3XI/AAAAAAAAAC8/n8jG9xqWzTk/S220/05.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LtiP0KdZgbQ/TcNxA-0CzJI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/Mrirp3xOTGA/s72-c/claus.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9129230424557510506.post-8861815052803697175</id><published>2011-05-05T08:24:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-05T08:28:56.181-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Quem é Osama bin Laden?</title><content type='html'>Isso não pode ser verdade:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AZ3-qLjFfiI/TcBx7IDao6I/AAAAAAAA078/kXkY9U71Egw/s1600/youth.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 667px;" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9129230424557510506-8861815052803697175?l=beatlelado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beatlelado.blogspot.com/feeds/8861815052803697175/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beatlelado.blogspot.com/2011/05/quem-e-osama.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9129230424557510506/posts/default/8861815052803697175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9129230424557510506/posts/default/8861815052803697175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beatlelado.blogspot.com/2011/05/quem-e-osama.html' title='Quem é Osama bin Laden?'/><author><name>Diego Denck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03657160399395597315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WbmToX62foY/ScL_j9Fd3XI/AAAAAAAAAC8/n8jG9xqWzTk/S220/05.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AZ3-qLjFfiI/TcBx7IDao6I/AAAAAAAA078/kXkY9U71Egw/s72-c/youth.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9129230424557510506.post-7941658067702528489</id><published>2011-05-04T12:36:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-04T12:44:45.648-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Deolinda - Fado Toninho</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Graças ao meu amigo Daniel eu conheci o grupo Deolinda que rapidamente se tornou meu novo vício. Com dois álbuns deliciosos de fado foi difícil escolher apenas uma música para colocar aqui.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;O grupo é formado por Ana Bacalhau, Luís José Martins, Pedro da Silva Martins e José Pedro Leitão. Surgiu em Portugal em 2006 em um projeto quase familiar (Luís e Pedro são irmãos e primos de Ana) e já ganhou diversas nomeações e prêmios. Vale muitíssimo a pena.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;iframe width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/0T43cfsASi0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9129230424557510506-7941658067702528489?l=beatlelado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beatlelado.blogspot.com/feeds/7941658067702528489/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beatlelado.blogspot.com/2011/05/deolinda-fado-toninho.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9129230424557510506/posts/default/7941658067702528489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9129230424557510506/posts/default/7941658067702528489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beatlelado.blogspot.com/2011/05/deolinda-fado-toninho.html' title='Deolinda - Fado Toninho'/><author><name>Diego Denck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03657160399395597315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WbmToX62foY/ScL_j9Fd3XI/AAAAAAAAAC8/n8jG9xqWzTk/S220/05.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/0T43cfsASi0/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9129230424557510506.post-8502408026394490092</id><published>2011-05-03T20:26:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T20:38:02.623-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chocolate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bizarro'/><title type='text'>Chocolate? ECA!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;E a escultura de chocolate baseada no modelo Baptiste Giabiconi que o fashionista Karl Lagerfeld fez para promover o sorvete Magnum?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-w96zuqu9vnU/TcCRUO93NTI/AAAAAAAAAF4/1U2x3ht2C20/s400/cho.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 495px; height: 329px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602637713249875250" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Gosto BEM duvidoso!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ah sim, só por curiosidade..... este aqui é o modelo que inspirou a obra: &lt;a href="http://escritordecontos.files.wordpress.com/2010/08/baptiste-giabiconi.jpg"&gt;Baptiste Giabiconi&lt;/a&gt;; ou seja, qualquer semelhança é mera coincidência.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;(via &lt;a href="http://www.omgblog.com/"&gt;OMG &lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9129230424557510506-8502408026394490092?l=beatlelado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beatlelado.blogspot.com/feeds/8502408026394490092/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beatlelado.blogspot.com/2011/05/chocolate-eca.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9129230424557510506/posts/default/8502408026394490092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9129230424557510506/posts/default/8502408026394490092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beatlelado.blogspot.com/2011/05/chocolate-eca.html' title='Chocolate? ECA!'/><author><name>Diego Denck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03657160399395597315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WbmToX62foY/ScL_j9Fd3XI/AAAAAAAAAC8/n8jG9xqWzTk/S220/05.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-w96zuqu9vnU/TcCRUO93NTI/AAAAAAAAAF4/1U2x3ht2C20/s72-c/cho.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9129230424557510506.post-1514752346792562444</id><published>2011-05-03T03:54:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T04:02:57.899-03:00</updated><title type='text'>"I am Here" da Shakira</title><content type='html'>O ritmo é o mesmo, a batida é a mesma e a voz também é a mesma de 15 anos atrás. Mas a língua, quanta diferença.... e como FAZ diferença. A nova versão de "Estoy Aquí" da Shakira é muito &lt;i&gt;loca loca loca&lt;/i&gt;. Não consigo ouvir sem cantar um trechinho em espanhol e me perder com o inglês dela.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A música é para um documentário sobe a cantora colombiana e deve sair junto com uma coletânea hits. Vale pela curiosidade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object height="81" width="100%"&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://player.soundcloud.com/player.swf?url=http%3A%2F%2Fapi.soundcloud.com%2Ftracks%2F14475868"&gt; &lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt; &lt;embed allowscriptaccess="always" height="81" src="http://player.soundcloud.com/player.swf?url=http%3A%2F%2Fapi.soundcloud.com%2Ftracks%2F14475868" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="100%"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9129230424557510506-1514752346792562444?l=beatlelado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beatlelado.blogspot.com/feeds/1514752346792562444/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beatlelado.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-am-here-da-shakira.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9129230424557510506/posts/default/1514752346792562444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9129230424557510506/posts/default/1514752346792562444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beatlelado.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-am-here-da-shakira.html' title='&quot;I am Here&quot; da Shakira'/><author><name>Diego Denck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03657160399395597315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WbmToX62foY/ScL_j9Fd3XI/AAAAAAAAAC8/n8jG9xqWzTk/S220/05.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9129230424557510506.post-5357169991164539389</id><published>2011-05-01T20:13:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-01T20:13:55.478-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='curta'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nacional'/><title type='text'>A Velha a Fiar</title><content type='html'>Humberto Mauro, um dos maiores nomes do cinema nacional, dirigiu o curta metragem A Velha a Fiar em 1964 usando a cantiga popular como base. É considerado um dos primeiros videoclipes do mundo. Vale a conferida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/11396180?title=0&amp;amp;byline=0&amp;amp;portrait=0" width="400" height="300" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/11396180"&gt;A VELHA A FIAR (1964 , BY CINEASTA BRAZILEIRO HUMBERTO MAURO) .old ideas!!!&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/user3722963"&gt;rodrigo fuza&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9129230424557510506-5357169991164539389?l=beatlelado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beatlelado.blogspot.com/feeds/5357169991164539389/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beatlelado.blogspot.com/2011/05/velha-fiar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9129230424557510506/posts/default/5357169991164539389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9129230424557510506/posts/default/5357169991164539389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beatlelado.blogspot.com/2011/05/velha-fiar.html' title='A Velha a Fiar'/><author><name>Diego Denck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03657160399395597315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WbmToX62foY/ScL_j9Fd3XI/AAAAAAAAAC8/n8jG9xqWzTk/S220/05.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9129230424557510506.post-1707916690322660933</id><published>2011-04-30T06:55:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-30T07:01:23.997-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cinema'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='documentário'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crítica'/><title type='text'>Catfish</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-65YXNctfuAk/TbvdaNuHs7I/AAAAAAAAAFc/jNM0X7YqEb0/s1600/catfish2010.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 296px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-65YXNctfuAk/TbvdaNuHs7I/AAAAAAAAAFc/jNM0X7YqEb0/s320/catfish2010.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601314003994784690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dizem que de tempos em tempos o cinema faz filmes que definem gerações. O site Hollywodiano fez um interessante &lt;a href="http://www.hollywoodiano.com/2010/12/filmes-que-definem-geracoes/"&gt;artigo&lt;/a&gt; analisando diversos momentos dessa história . Recentemente foi lançado “&lt;i&gt;A Rede Social&lt;/i&gt;”, dito como o filme que define o momento que estamos passando. Porém, se formos analisar a sociedade atual apenas pelos vieses da comunicação e das redes sociais, “&lt;i&gt;A Rede Social&lt;/i&gt;” está longe de ser o melhor exemplo para nos definir.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Definição melhor do que passamos está em “&lt;b&gt;Catfish&lt;/b&gt;”, um documentário americano lançado ano passado. O filme foi dirigido Henry Joost e Ariel Schulman e mostra o que nos tornamos através das redes sociais. Ou o que podemos nos tornar. O poder da rede é mostrado sutilmente, através da análise humana dos fatos.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;O trailer do filme já é curioso: mostra como o fotógrafo Nev se envolve com a surpreendente Megan através do Facebook. Falar mais que isso é estragar muita coisa. O próprio trailer diz para não se ler spoilers. Outras frases nos trailers contam como o “melhor suspense de Hitchcock não feito por Hitchcock” e “os quarenta minutos finais vão te levar numa emocionante montanha-russa sentimental”. E não é uma falsa demagogia.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A partir daqui, aconselho a ler só quem assistiu.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="mceWPmore mceItemNoResize" title="Mais..." src="http://xiscinema.wordpress.com/wp-includes/js/tinymce/plugins/wordpress/img/trans.gif" alt="" style="border-top-width: 1px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; border-top-style: dotted; border-top-color: rgb(204, 204, 204); display: block; width: 735px; height: 12px; margin-top: 15px; background-image: url(http://xiscinema.wordpress.com/wp-includes/js/tinymce/plugins/wordpress/img/more_bug.gif); background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); background-position: 100% 0%; background-repeat: no-repeat no-repeat; " /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Relacionamentos virtuais.... Não lembro de quase ninguém abaixo dos 30 anos e ativo virtualmente que nunca tenha se apaixonado por alguém através da rede. Entretanto, foram pouquíssimos relacionamentos assim que vi darem certo.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;E quem nunca mentiu na internet? Seja idade, altura, peso, nome, cidade... ou tudo isso junto. Mentir na internet é fácil, quando o interlocutor não está ali pessoalmente para te confrontar. Acho que de certa forma todos assumimos personagens virtuais. Eles são uma versão melhorada do que somos no mundo real. Alguns exageram, outros mudam quase nada. Mas ainda assim: é “fácil” mentir.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;É por isso que “&lt;b&gt;Catfish&lt;/b&gt;” é importante para o momento atual. Com a popularização das redes sociais, até que ponto podemos acreditar naquilo que lemos? Até que ponto estamos sendo ludibriando ou sendo ludibriados?? (Nota mental: curioso que eu tenha assistido ao filme justo no Dia da Mentira).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Eu não julgo a Angela. Com uma vida complicada que ela tem, ela usava internet como uma válvula de escape onde tudo era bonito. Tudo maravilhoso e os problemas não existiam. Apesar de o filme pincelar um distúrbio de mitomania de Angela, ele nunca deixa isso muito explícito já que ela assume rapidamente – quando confrontada – as suas mentiras. Além disso, ela é mostrada como uma mãe e esposa dedicada, principalmente ao cuidar de seus enteados deficientes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Entretanto, quem soube carregar o filme sem cair no piegas foi Nev. Apesar de ele ser o protagonista e estarmos acompanhando in loco as suas reações a cada descoberta, ele soube administrar os próprios sentimentos e não cair em pré-julgamentos. Ele foi atrás da verdade e se surpreendeu com ela. Assim como nós nos surpreendemos.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;O filme é sim um turbilhão de sensações. O suspense de quando Nev chega à fazenda de Megan é logo substituído pelo afeto que pegamos pela Angela. A raiva que sentimos em certa altura acaba virando piedade. E é difícil não se identificar com um ou com o outro, ou até mesmo com os dois.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“&lt;b&gt;Catfish&lt;/b&gt;” deveria ser um filme visto por todos que vivem ativamente no mundo virtual. Faz repensar atitudes e pensamentos. E mostra, quase sem querer, o poder que a internet tem.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6jDD6X6e4ig/TbvdibkJmQI/AAAAAAAAAFk/-aD2gnEv6ME/s320/catfish1_1777678b.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 313px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601314145150015746" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9129230424557510506-1707916690322660933?l=beatlelado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beatlelado.blogspot.com/feeds/1707916690322660933/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beatlelado.blogspot.com/2011/04/catfish.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9129230424557510506/posts/default/1707916690322660933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9129230424557510506/posts/default/1707916690322660933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beatlelado.blogspot.com/2011/04/catfish.html' title='Catfish'/><author><name>Diego Denck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03657160399395597315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WbmToX62foY/ScL_j9Fd3XI/AAAAAAAAAC8/n8jG9xqWzTk/S220/05.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-65YXNctfuAk/TbvdaNuHs7I/AAAAAAAAAFc/jNM0X7YqEb0/s72-c/catfish2010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9129230424557510506.post-7612668953558904570</id><published>2011-04-30T06:33:00.010-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-30T06:49:07.015-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cinema'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crítica'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nacional'/><title type='text'>Hey, Mr Tamborine Man</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t63sH1q8vD8/TbvYmseBy9I/AAAAAAAAAFM/8U1t8s7rsYw/s1600/osfamososeosduendesdamorte.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 298px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t63sH1q8vD8/TbvYmseBy9I/AAAAAAAAAFM/8U1t8s7rsYw/s320/osfamososeosduendesdamorte.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601308720849079250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;O cinema nacional tem aprendido uma ótima lição nos últimos anos: há mais coisas para se mostrar nas telas do que problemas sociais. Não desmerecendo, mas focar a produção nacional apenas em pobreza, favelas e crises sociais estava ficando cansativo, chato e repetitivo. É interessante, portanto, quem foge dessa linha. Entretanto, ainda se filma muita bobeira &lt;em&gt;à la&lt;/em&gt; “&lt;em&gt;Se Eu Fosse Você&lt;/em&gt;” que está de olho em grandes bilheterias.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Por causa disso, fiquei supreso ao assistir “&lt;strong&gt;Os Famosos e os Duendes da Morte&lt;/strong&gt;”. O filme não trata de problemas sociais. O filme não almeja grandes bilheterias. Ele é apenas um bom filme com uma boa história para contar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Ele se passa no interior gaúcho, numa cidadezinha de colonização alemã onde reside o protagonista (Henrique Larré). Fã de Bob Dylan, Larré interpreta um blogueiro que vive mais na internet do que no mundo real, tentando entender o que acontece consigo, com sua mãe, e com toda a cidade animadíssima para a festa junina da região. Aliás, ele não tenta entender. Ele vive isso. Passa por isso de maneira melancólica, isolado do mundo e atravessando a adolescência (a tal fase mais complicada da vida).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Adaptado do romance homônimo de Ismael Caneppele, “&lt;strong&gt;Os Famosos e os Duendes da Morte&lt;/strong&gt;” é um filme poético. A parte técnica é um primor: brilhantemente fotografado e editado. O frio gaúcho é mostrado na tela, junto com suas grandes plantações, enfatizando ainda mais a sensação de isolamento do &lt;em&gt;Mr. Tamborine Man&lt;/em&gt;. O ator principal, Henrique Larré, parece um adolescente comum, mas ele tem no olhar e no modo de falar uma naturalidade ímpar. Soa tão natural que é difícil não se envolver em seus dramas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;O diretor é Esmir Filho em sua estreia com longa-metragens. Com uma &lt;a href="http://www.portacurtas.com.br/buscaficha.asp?Diret=11444"&gt;lista&lt;/a&gt; de curtas no currículo (entre eles o &lt;em&gt;webhit "Tapa na Pantera&lt;/em&gt;"), Esmir conseguiu mostrar uma maturidade incomum para um diretor estreante. O filme não apela para o sentimentalismo. Nem cai no clichê do adolescente babaca. Nesse ponto, ele dialoga com Gus Van Sant, que com "&lt;em&gt;Elefante&lt;/em&gt;" e "&lt;em&gt;Paranoid Park&lt;/em&gt;" soube mostrar uma adolescência problemática, mas também melancólica e questionadora e que reconhece suas limitações no mundo. Essa fase de transição é metaforicamente mostrada no filme através de uma ponte (importante para a história, pois é dela que as pessoas da cidade se jogam em suicídio). Atravessar a ponte é cruzar a “tentação” de pôr fim aos problemas da maneira mais rápida e fatal. Atravessar a ponte é crescer. Esmir Filho atravessou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2aHT1GKxHhY/TbvYxTS7EAI/AAAAAAAAAFU/9UUjfKOHRhU/s320/os-famosos3.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 281px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601308903070175234" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9129230424557510506-7612668953558904570?l=beatlelado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beatlelado.blogspot.com/feeds/7612668953558904570/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beatlelado.blogspot.com/2011/04/hey-mr-tamborine-man.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9129230424557510506/posts/default/7612668953558904570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9129230424557510506/posts/default/7612668953558904570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beatlelado.blogspot.com/2011/04/hey-mr-tamborine-man.html' title='Hey, Mr Tamborine Man'/><author><name>Diego Denck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03657160399395597315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WbmToX62foY/ScL_j9Fd3XI/AAAAAAAAAC8/n8jG9xqWzTk/S220/05.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t63sH1q8vD8/TbvYmseBy9I/AAAAAAAAAFM/8U1t8s7rsYw/s72-c/osfamososeosduendesdamorte.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9129230424557510506.post-7174836276539143930</id><published>2009-12-26T05:40:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T05:40:54.936-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Como assim inativo?</title><content type='html'>Hein?? Só porque eu não atualiza há meses???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não me obriguem a voltar, blogspot's chiefs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9129230424557510506-7174836276539143930?l=beatlelado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beatlelado.blogspot.com/feeds/7174836276539143930/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beatlelado.blogspot.com/2009/12/como-assim-inativo.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9129230424557510506/posts/default/7174836276539143930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9129230424557510506/posts/default/7174836276539143930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beatlelado.blogspot.com/2009/12/como-assim-inativo.html' title='Como assim inativo?'/><author><name>Diego Denck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03657160399395597315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WbmToX62foY/ScL_j9Fd3XI/AAAAAAAAAC8/n8jG9xqWzTk/S220/05.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9129230424557510506.post-4440624475045340721</id><published>2009-05-03T13:24:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T13:31:02.162-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='música'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='internet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vídeo'/><title type='text'>Life's For Sharing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Brilhante campanha pro T-Mobile. Todo mundo foi achando que ia dançar e no fim.... mega karaokê. E eu nem sou muito fã de Hey Jude, mas o vídeo é bem legal e fofinho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre; font-family:Arial;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;object width="500" height="305"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kHdJR6iUBFM&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kHdJR6iUBFM&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="305"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9129230424557510506-4440624475045340721?l=beatlelado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beatlelado.blogspot.com/feeds/4440624475045340721/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beatlelado.blogspot.com/2009/05/lifes-for-sharing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9129230424557510506/posts/default/4440624475045340721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9129230424557510506/posts/default/4440624475045340721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beatlelado.blogspot.com/2009/05/lifes-for-sharing.html' title='Life&apos;s For Sharing'/><author><name>Diego Denck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03657160399395597315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WbmToX62foY/ScL_j9Fd3XI/AAAAAAAAAC8/n8jG9xqWzTk/S220/05.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9129230424557510506.post-2573617563483114061</id><published>2009-04-14T08:37:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T13:30:28.220-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='música'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='internet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vídeo'/><title type='text'>Susan Boyle</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Julgar pela aparência é errado? É. Mas é quase impossível não fazer isso diariamente (de pequenas a grandes coisas ou pessoas).  Quando &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Susan Boyle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; entrou no palco do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Britain's Got Talent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; ela parecia ter ido pagar mico. Bem, ela é um tanto exótica. Mas vejam o resultado dela cantando "I dreamed a dream", de &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Les Miserables&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre-wrap;font-family:-webkit-monospace;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre; font-family:Arial;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;object width="500" height="305"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wnmbJzH93NU&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wnmbJzH93NU&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="305"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; "&gt;Via: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://colunas.epoca.globo.com/bombounaweb/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; "&gt;Bombou na Web&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9129230424557510506-2573617563483114061?l=beatlelado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beatlelado.blogspot.com/feeds/2573617563483114061/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beatlelado.blogspot.com/2009/04/susan-boyle.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9129230424557510506/posts/default/2573617563483114061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9129230424557510506/posts/default/2573617563483114061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beatlelado.blogspot.com/2009/04/susan-boyle.html' title='Susan Boyle'/><author><name>Diego Denck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03657160399395597315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WbmToX62foY/ScL_j9Fd3XI/AAAAAAAAAC8/n8jG9xqWzTk/S220/05.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9129230424557510506.post-3394106756876235910</id><published>2009-04-07T03:27:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T09:03:21.016-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cinema'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crítica'/><title type='text'>Realidade x Ficção</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img294.imageshack.us/img294/4391/cena.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 210px; height: 295px;" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;O nome de Eduardo Coutinho é celebrado no meio cinematográfico por conta de seus documentários. Anteriormente só tive a oportunidade de assistir "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Edifício Master&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;" (2002), que é uma obra-prima. Um dos seus últimos trabalhos é "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Jogo de Cena&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;", lançado em 2007, e chamado por ele mesmo de documentário impuro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Impuro por misturar ficção com realidade. Coutinho sabe brincar com isso através de várias maneiras. Primeiro são as mulheres que sobem ao palco "interpretar" suas histórias (ou como elas lembram dessas histórias). Depois disso, Coutinho elaborou um roteiro onde atrizes interpretam essas mesmas personagens reais. Criando diferentes retratos da mesma pessoa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isso confunde no começo. Quando nos deparamos com Andréa Beltrão, Fernanda Torres e Marília Pêra, sabemos que se tratam de atrizes interpretando papéis. E mostram três abordagens diferentes para a proposta elaborada por Coutinho. Beltrão se entrega à personagem. Torres tem problema em atingir o nível real necessário para a atuação. E Pêra faz uma performance mais técnica e sisuda; inclusive revelando que levou um cristal que faz chorar, caso Coutinho quisesse isso dela.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas e quanto às atrizes não conhecidas do grande público? É aí que mora a grande sacada do filme. Nos emocionamos com histórias contadas por "mulheres comuns", e no fim acabamos descobrindo que não passam de atrizes. São histórias tensas e dramáticas.&lt;br /&gt;Talvez aí esteja a minha grande decepção com o filme. As histórias parecem ter sido escolhidas para fazer chorar. Coutinho recrutou mulheres através de um anúncio de jornal. Foram 83 respostas. E 23 histórias selecionadas. Mas o que se vê no filme são apenas umas cinco ou seis. Histórias contadas e recontadas. A repetição é proposital, mas desgastante. O limite rompido entre o real e a ficção parece danificar um trabalho intenso na seleção de personagens. Aliás, num universo de 83 mulheres não teriam histórias melhores do que apenas dramas e sonhos com pessoas já falecidas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coutinho é um gênio ao inovar e ao usar todas as possibilidades que o cinema oferece. Misturando ficção e realidade ele mexe com as pessoas. É possível se emocionar duas vezes com a mesma história, mas acho que não seria necessária essa apelação ao choro para o filme ser bom. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img294.imageshack.us/img294/1302/jogodecena.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 490px; height: 306px;" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fernanda Torres dialoga com Eduardo Coutinho em "&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jogo de Cena"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9129230424557510506-3394106756876235910?l=beatlelado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beatlelado.blogspot.com/feeds/3394106756876235910/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beatlelado.blogspot.com/2009/04/realidade-x-ficcao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9129230424557510506/posts/default/3394106756876235910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9129230424557510506/posts/default/3394106756876235910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beatlelado.blogspot.com/2009/04/realidade-x-ficcao.html' title='Realidade x Ficção'/><author><name>Diego Denck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03657160399395597315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WbmToX62foY/ScL_j9Fd3XI/AAAAAAAAAC8/n8jG9xqWzTk/S220/05.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9129230424557510506.post-4572659969105765494</id><published>2009-04-06T19:44:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T20:10:45.973-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cinema'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crítica'/><title type='text'>Pipoca Tunada</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://img25.imageshack.us/img25/2456/fastfuriousfinalposterf.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 210px; height: 311px;" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Em 2001, "&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Velozes e Furiosos&lt;/span&gt;" fez um sucesso inesperado. Ao misturar carros tunados, muito hip hop e mulheres gostosas, a fórmula tinha vários ingredientes que agradam a molecada em busca de ação. O filme fez tanto sucesso que gerou duas continuações. "&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;+ Velozes e + Furiosos&lt;/span&gt;" (2003) repetia a mesma fórmula do anterior e "&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Velozes e Furiosos: Desafio em Tóquio&lt;/span&gt;" (2006) transferiu a ação para a capital nipônica (e trocou todo o elenco).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;"&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Velozes e Furiosos 4&lt;/span&gt;" vem sendo vendido como a verdadeira continuação do filme de 2001. Justamente por reunir o elenco original (Vin Diesel, Paul Walker, Michelle Rodriguez e Jordana Brewster), o apelo deste quarto filme é imenso. A bilheteria da estreia nos EUA comprova isso. Foram 72 milhões de dólares em apenas três dias. Além de lá, o filme estreou simultaneamente em outros 32 países, incluindo o Brasil. E, milagrosamente, Ponta Grossa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;E vale a pena? Depende. A fórmula "carros + hip hop + mulheres" está lá, mas falta o charme do filme original. Vin Diesel é canastrão. E tentar tirar algum pingo de atuação dele é perda de tempo. Ele e Michelle Rodriguez tentam dar uma dramaticidade desnecessária ao filme. Jordana Brewster faz um papel ridículo, aparecendo pouco. O único que parece que sabe que o filme não merece ser levado a sério é Paul Walker, que está à vontade em seu personagem pela terceira vez.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;A história é capenga. Depois de anos de crimes e corridas, Dom (Diesel) resolve parar por medo de represália. Ele se separa de Letty (Rodriguez) e se isola no Panamá. Tempos depois, precisa voltar a Los Angeles e acaba iniciando uma caçada vingativa contra um tal de Braga, que faz a linha do tráfico México-EUA com auxílio de pilotos de corrida. Além disso, o policial Brian (Walker) participa duma investigação para desmantelar o grupo de Braga.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;O fiapo de história (de toda a série) é apenas uma desculpa para descarregar intensas cenas de ação e corridas inacreditáveis. E nesse ponto o novo filme falha, já que apenas uma corrida vale a pena: aquela que acontece no centro da cidade para escolher o novo piloto de Braga. As corridas no deserto são muito escuras e, além disso, usa-se duas vezes uma corrida por entre túneis rochosos. Além de ser repetitivo, é uma corrida previsível. O espaço restrito não permite malabarismos por parte dos pilotos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;E, apesar do filme ser clichê e previsível, a sua tosquice está exagerada. O roteiro é sofrível demais, com situações tão absurdas que beira o inacreditável. Um exemplo? Logo depois de esconder uma carga contrabandeada num pátio da polícia (AHN????), Dom e Brian roubam um carro de dentro do mesmo pátio (AHN???). Como ninguém vistoria a carga? Como eles saíram com o carro de lá?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Para quem gosta da série, é capaz de agradar. Tem muitos defeitos, mas a química entre Diesel e Walker é algo que vale a pena. Além disso, a primeira cena do filme já vale o ingresso. Se o clima divertido dessa cena fosse mantido durante todo o resto, teríamos um pipocão tunado da melhor qualidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img25.imageshack.us/img25/7685/ff4w.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 490px; height: 326px;" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Dom: "Como nos velhos tempos"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9129230424557510506-4572659969105765494?l=beatlelado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beatlelado.blogspot.com/feeds/4572659969105765494/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beatlelado.blogspot.com/2009/04/em-2001-velozes-e-furiosos-fez-um.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9129230424557510506/posts/default/4572659969105765494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9129230424557510506/posts/default/4572659969105765494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beatlelado.blogspot.com/2009/04/em-2001-velozes-e-furiosos-fez-um.html' title='Pipoca Tunada'/><author><name>Diego Denck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03657160399395597315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WbmToX62foY/ScL_j9Fd3XI/AAAAAAAAAC8/n8jG9xqWzTk/S220/05.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9129230424557510506.post-4805792057265565883</id><published>2009-04-01T05:39:00.009-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T07:07:05.222-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crítica'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='balé'/><title type='text'>Um Grande balé em progressão</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img8.imageshack.us/img8/1455/dsc04523asw.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 256px;" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Pela segunda vez falarei sobre balé aqui. E isso que o blog só está começando! Aliás, é tão curioso falar sobre uma arte que eu tive tão pouco contato, mas, que ainda assim me encanta. E não era pra menos: a apresentação "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;In Progress&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;" é da escola Bolshoi do Brasil, no Cine Teatro Ópera em 29 de março.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;O Bolshoi - "&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;grande&lt;/span&gt;", em russo - foi fundado em Moscou em 1776. Uma tradição de mais de duzentos anos, que, não apenas ensina e aprimora o balé, mas forma cidadãos especializados numa cultura milenar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Antes da apresentação do "&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;In Progress&lt;/span&gt;", assistimos um vídeo (relativamente mais longo do que eu gostaria/esperava) sobre como é a vida na Escola do Teatro Bolshoi no Brasil. Pra quem não sabe, a cidade de Joinville/SC foi a primeira cidade do mundo a receber uma filial do tradicional ballet russo. Isso em 2000. O intuito da filial brasileira é seguir o mesmo funcionamento da matriz. São ministradas aulas de dança, cultura, história da arte, instrumentos musicais, entre outros. Pelos depoimentos, dá para notar a importância da escola na vida dos diversos alunos, oriundos de vários cantos do Brasil e apaixonados pela arte da dança. São necessários 8 anos para se formar no Bolshoi, com aulas diárias e longas. Mas o esforço vale a pena?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;A ver pelo "&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;In Progress&lt;/span&gt;", sim. Na crítica anterior comentei do balé de repertório: aquele que conta uma historinha através das danças. "&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;In Progres&lt;/span&gt;s" é diferente. São retirados diversos atos de peças famosas para mostrar um pouco da evolução da bailado e das diferentes técnicas aprendidas no Bolshoi. Do clássico ao contemporâneo, diversos são os estilos apresentados no espetáculo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img8.imageshack.us/img8/9716/dsc04576.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 490px; height: 260px;" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Pas de Deux "O Corsário" com Deise Mendonça e Fellipe Camarotto, e coreografia de M. Petipa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;No primeiro Ato do espetáculo desfilam trechos de "&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Chopiniana&lt;/span&gt;", "&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A Esmeralda&lt;/span&gt;", "&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Don Quixote&lt;/span&gt;", "&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;O Quebra Nozes&lt;/span&gt;", entre outros. O que mais me chamou a atenção foi o &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pas de deux&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;(ahá! aprendi um termo!) "&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Chamas de Paris&lt;/span&gt;". Executado por Bruna Felício e Bruno Miranda, a coreografia parecia (a meu ver) bastante complexa e lindíssima. Completada por um figurino perfeito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Também me surpreendi com Rafaela Fernandes, que se dobrou ao meio (pra trás!) no lindíssimo flamenco (isso?) de "&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dança Mercedes&lt;/span&gt;". Foi uma apresentação rapidíssima, assim como "&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Esmeralda&lt;/span&gt;", dançada (e 'pandeirada') por Ariadne Okuyama. Mas, em apresentação isolada, ninguém bate o vigor de Cosme Gregory, que participou de três danças em "&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;In Progress&lt;/span&gt;", sendo duas delas sozinho. Incrível e belíssimo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Porém, a parte mais emocionante estava no &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pas de deux&lt;/span&gt; "&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;O Corsário&lt;/span&gt;", já no segundo ato. A apresentação começou estranha. Logo no início eu notei uma leve desequilibrada da dançarina (Deise Mendonça). Ela e seu parceiro (Fellipe Camarotto) pareciam não estar em sintonia. Ainda bem que isso foi só no começo. Depois de várias entradas e saídas, eles fizeram o espetáculo mais lindo. Os movimentos mais viscerais e impactantes. E tomaram todo o teatro Ópera de surpresa. Não foi à toa que foram os únicos aplaudidos de pé ao fim de sua apresentação.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img8.imageshack.us/img8/495/dsc04584b.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 490px; height: 264px;" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Última dança: "Work in Progress", com coreografia de H. Talmah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;A maioria das danças do "&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;In Progress&lt;/span&gt;" era clássica. Sobrou espaço para umas duas ou três danças regionais, e três danças contemporâneas. O fim de cada ato terminava com um espetáculo que parecia totalmente diferente do que estava sendo apresentado até então. Mudava-se trilha - entrava algo mais tenso e sombrio. Mudava-se a iluminação - mais escura. Tanto que uma das músicas era de autoria de Phillip Glass, responsável pelas trilhas da trilogia &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Qatsi&lt;/span&gt; (que conta a história da evolução do próprio homem). A dança contemporânea parecia mais dramática e mais dura. Contava com a participação de boa parte do elenco em sua execução. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;A única reclamação foi do custo. Para uma escola que se diz sem fins lucrativos, o preço de R$ 40 (com meia para estudantes) me parece um pouco salgado. Ainda assim, vale cada centavo investido. E foi bonito de ver o Ópera praticamente lotado (e isso que assisti no segundo, e último, dia de apresentação).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img8.imageshack.us/img8/7152/dsc04557s.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 490px; height: 275px;" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Fim do primeiro Ato. Philip Glass toca em Elixir, coreografada por P. Trehet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  font-style: italic;font-family:arial;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pas de Deux&lt;/span&gt;: coreografia composta por um bailarino e uma bailarina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9129230424557510506-4805792057265565883?l=beatlelado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beatlelado.blogspot.com/feeds/4805792057265565883/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beatlelado.blogspot.com/2009/04/pela-segunda-vez-falarei-sobre-bale.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9129230424557510506/posts/default/4805792057265565883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9129230424557510506/posts/default/4805792057265565883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beatlelado.blogspot.com/2009/04/pela-segunda-vez-falarei-sobre-bale.html' title='Um Grande balé em progressão'/><author><name>Diego Denck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03657160399395597315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WbmToX62foY/ScL_j9Fd3XI/AAAAAAAAAC8/n8jG9xqWzTk/S220/05.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9129230424557510506.post-2283917467563708488</id><published>2009-03-26T17:51:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T20:03:01.709-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trailer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cinema'/><title type='text'>Onde Vivem os Monstros</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Tá aí o filme que eu mais quero ver atualmente. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;"Onde Vivem os Monstros"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt; é dirigido por Spike Jonze (o mesmo de "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Adaptação&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;" e "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Quero Ser John Malkovich&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;"). O trailer é lindo, ainda mais com a música do Arcade Fire!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Vejam!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Edit: O filme é baseado num daqueles livrinhos pra criança, com frases curtas e um monte de ilustração. Foi escrito e ilustrado por Maurice Sendak e lançado em 1963. Acabei de ler e achar engraçadinho. Tem tudo pra ser uma boa fábula infantil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre; font-family:Arial;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tWba1Yx50EQ&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tWba1Yx50EQ&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9129230424557510506-2283917467563708488?l=beatlelado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beatlelado.blogspot.com/feeds/2283917467563708488/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beatlelado.blogspot.com/2009/03/onde-vivem-os-monstros.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9129230424557510506/posts/default/2283917467563708488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9129230424557510506/posts/default/2283917467563708488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beatlelado.blogspot.com/2009/03/onde-vivem-os-monstros.html' title='Onde Vivem os Monstros'/><author><name>Diego Denck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03657160399395597315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WbmToX62foY/ScL_j9Fd3XI/AAAAAAAAAC8/n8jG9xqWzTk/S220/05.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9129230424557510506.post-4510526373901518375</id><published>2009-03-23T01:36:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T02:57:35.691-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crítica'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='balé'/><title type='text'>Ballet para leigos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Eu não entendo nada de balé, fato. Acabei dando umas olhadas aqui no Google (Pai) e na Wikipedia (Filho) - que juntos com o YouTube fazem a Santíssima Trindade - em algumas coisas, mas ainda assim, é complicado para mim. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Jeté&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;pas de basque&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt; e &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;entrechat quatre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;.... ahn?? São coisas muito confusas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Ainda assim... já assisti algumas peças. Uma encenação d'O Mágico de Oz, que foi linda! Primeiro: porque eu conhecia a história. Segundo: porque o figurino e o cenário ajudavam a entender o que rolava. Fora isso, assisti mais uns dois ou três espetáculos que eu não entendinada. Eu sabia que eles queriam contar algo, mas era meio surreal demais para mim. Aqueles giros, piruetas e saltos não parecia contar nada além de... giros, piruetas e saltos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;E foi com enorme prazer que eu assisti "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Decalque&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;", do Ballet de Londrina, que se apresentou na última sexta-feira aqui em Ponta Grossa. Eu perdi o comecinho e peguei o bonde andando. Com isso, eu não li qual seria a tal história. E não é que eu entendi? Tá.. não foi aqueeeela absorção, mas muito do que era mostrado eu compreendi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Dirigido por Leonardo Ramos, "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Decalque&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;" mostra diversos Romeus e diversas Julietas. Não é uma adaptação literal da peça do tio Shakes, mas tenta transformar algumas das emoções literárias em formato de dança.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;O que me chamou mais atenção é que o espetáculo não conta com aqueles passos tradicionais do balé. Não são apenas giros, piruetas e saltos. É um espetáculo no chão. Os dançarinos se jogavam, literalmente. É forte, pesado, de pancadas e batidas. Mas, ainda assim, feito de forma suave e bela. Há uma forte ligação reliosa com vitrais compondo o único cenário e com os artistas fazendo muitas das coreografias ajoelhados. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Romeu e Julieta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt; é isso: uma paixão arrebatadora. Tensa, pesada, profunda e apaixonada. E suave, meiga, doce e sublime. E, mesmo para um leigo como eu, "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Decalque&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;" consegue transmitir tudo isso em pouco mais de 1 hora (que eu fiquei sabendo serem mais de 2 horas na primeira montagem, que bailou na cidade ano passado e eu queria ter visto).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img19.imageshack.us/img19/7411/dsc04467.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 226px;" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; "&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; "&gt;Decalque&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; "&gt;", do Ballet Londrina, no Cine Teatro-Ópera de P. Grossa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9129230424557510506-4510526373901518375?l=beatlelado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beatlelado.blogspot.com/feeds/4510526373901518375/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beatlelado.blogspot.com/2009/03/ballet-para-leigos.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9129230424557510506/posts/default/4510526373901518375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9129230424557510506/posts/default/4510526373901518375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beatlelado.blogspot.com/2009/03/ballet-para-leigos.html' title='Ballet para leigos'/><author><name>Diego Denck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03657160399395597315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WbmToX62foY/ScL_j9Fd3XI/AAAAAAAAAC8/n8jG9xqWzTk/S220/05.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9129230424557510506.post-5186225907417854905</id><published>2009-03-20T01:13:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T01:16:20.471-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='internet'/><title type='text'>Ovelhas e Led</title><content type='html'>Eu não sou muito fã de vídeos virais. Acho que poucos são realmente interessantes. Mas o novo viral da Samsung envolvendo ovelhas e led é simplesmente genial. Vale a pena ser visto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/D2FX9rviEhw&amp;color1=0xd6d6d6&amp;color2=0xf0f0f0&amp;hl=en&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/D2FX9rviEhw&amp;color1=0xd6d6d6&amp;color2=0xf0f0f0&amp;hl=en&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9129230424557510506-5186225907417854905?l=beatlelado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beatlelado.blogspot.com/feeds/5186225907417854905/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beatlelado.blogspot.com/2009/03/ovelhas-e-led.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9129230424557510506/posts/default/5186225907417854905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9129230424557510506/posts/default/5186225907417854905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beatlelado.blogspot.com/2009/03/ovelhas-e-led.html' title='Ovelhas e Led'/><author><name>Diego Denck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03657160399395597315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WbmToX62foY/ScL_j9Fd3XI/AAAAAAAAAC8/n8jG9xqWzTk/S220/05.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9129230424557510506.post-3322260208428116044</id><published>2009-03-19T23:53:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T13:15:16.840-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='música'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crítica'/><title type='text'>Brasileiros Cantam Brasileiros</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Ontem, quarta-feira (18), o &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Cine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-Teatro Ópera esteve lotado para assistir a apresentação de “&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Brasileiros cantam Brasileiros&lt;/span&gt;”. A Prefeitura Municipal de Ponta Grossa, o &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;SESC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; e a Secretaria de Cultura e Turismo trouxeram os músicos gaúchos para uma apresentação única e gratuita na cidade. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;É sempre gostoso poder ver &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ações&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; da prefeitura, ainda mais no âmbito cultural. Melhor ainda é poder assistir grandes apresentações gratuitamente. E pra amanhã está agendado uma apresentação do &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;balé&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; de Londrina. “De grátis!”. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Mas voltemos ao &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;show&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;... Foi bonito, fato. O grupo é composto por Daniel &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Tedesco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (voz e percussão), &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Felipe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Tedesco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (violão e voz), Guilherme &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Krein&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (percussão), Roberto &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Farina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (violão 7 cordas e voz) e &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Ronald&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Franco Filho (sopros e percussão). Eles fizeram um apanhado da &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;MPB&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; do início dos anos 30 até o fim da ditadura militar. Ao fundo, uma apresentação &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;powerpoint&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; mostrava alguns detalhes sobre o que estava sendo apresentado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Pixinguinha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Noel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Rosa, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Ary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Barroso, Milton Nascimento... a lista de homenageados é grande, assim como o período que ela abrange. É por conta disso a minha maior reclamação: ao cantar seis décadas de &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;MPB&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, muita coisa boa fica de fora. Senti falta duma abordagem maior sobre a censura do regime militar e da ausência total da Jovem Guarda. Além disso, outros movimentos são apenas contextualizados, como a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Tropicália&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (com apenas uma música apresentado).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Outra reclamação é o repertório escolhido. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Clichê&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ao extremo. “Trem das Onze”, “Chega de Saudade”, “Saudosa &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Maloca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;”, “&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Aquarela&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; do Brasil”, etc. São músicas lindas, claro. Só que fiquei com vontade do desconhecido. Do diferente. Do curioso. Escolher músicas &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;conhecidíssimas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; cria coral. O Ópera inteiro cantou boa parte das canções. Os artistas têm talento. Todos eles. Podiam surpreender sendo apenas eles, deixando a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;plateia&lt;/span&gt; do outro lado. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Eu gostei do que eu vi. Mesmo!!! Minhas reclamações é só pra falar que o &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;show&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; poderia ter sido inesquecível. E uma dica: pra quem curte os &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;sambinhas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; do começo do &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;espetáculo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, o grupo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;pontagrossense&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Novos Malandros se apresenta toda semana em diversos &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;barzinhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (Botequim, Baviera, etc). E o repertório inclui algumas das canções apresentadas pelos gaúchos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-dZOLFGCxI0/SFkynFOyAQI/AAAAAAAAAGY/hiWa1jsxDWg/S660/todos%2Bplateia.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9129230424557510506-3322260208428116044?l=beatlelado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beatlelado.blogspot.com/feeds/3322260208428116044/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beatlelado.blogspot.com/2009/03/ontem-quarta-feira-18-o-cine-teatro_8070.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9129230424557510506/posts/default/3322260208428116044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9129230424557510506/posts/default/3322260208428116044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beatlelado.blogspot.com/2009/03/ontem-quarta-feira-18-o-cine-teatro_8070.html' title='Brasileiros Cantam Brasileiros'/><author><name>Diego Denck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03657160399395597315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WbmToX62foY/ScL_j9Fd3XI/AAAAAAAAAC8/n8jG9xqWzTk/S220/05.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-dZOLFGCxI0/SFkynFOyAQI/AAAAAAAAAGY/hiWa1jsxDWg/s72-c/todos%2Bplateia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9129230424557510506.post-6439050028425374230</id><published>2009-01-13T21:58:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T22:03:19.414-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='internet'/><title type='text'>Evolution of Dance 2</title><content type='html'>Continuações de clássicos raramente são boas. A continuação do &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dMH0bHeiRNg"&gt;Evolution of Dance&lt;/a&gt; (com suas mais de 100 milhões de visualizações) é chatinha pra caramba. Vale pela curiosidade, apenas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/inLBPVG8oEU&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/inLBPVG8oEU&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9129230424557510506-6439050028425374230?l=beatlelado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beatlelado.blogspot.com/feeds/6439050028425374230/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Quanto a América Central&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Por isso não me  acuse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;De ser irracional&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Queria tanto voltar a atualizar um blog constantemente.&lt;br /&gt;2009 chegando e eu vou tentar fazer isso.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9129230424557510506-341472242436646795?l=beatlelado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beatlelado.blogspot.com/feeds/341472242436646795/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beatlelado.blogspot.com/2008/12/infinita-highway.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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