Wednesday, September 3, 2008

Christian Bale não é esse tipo de cara

Postando em português para o apaixonado pessoal da Comunidade Christian Bale - Brasil do Orkut by Juli Bale, da qual orgulhosamente faço parte. Visitem:

Christian Bale não é esse tipo de cara

Ok, estou pronta para dizer: Christian Bale é o melhor ATOR do mundo. Não importa nenhuma preferência particular, o fato é que ele é o melhor. Dizer isto custa muito para mim porque sempre tentei me convencer que Russell Crowe era tudo. Nada melhor que assisti-los cara a cara para comprovar que Russell é maravilhoso, mas Christian está há anos-luz de qualquer outro. Deixe-me tentar explicar.

Christian Bale já chocou em sua primeira aparição nas telas, com apenas 12-13 anos de idade, em “Império do Sol”. O que foi aquilo!

Depois, nunca foi menos do que brilhante. E desafio qualquer um a apontar o contrário. Papéis pequenos, papéis grandes, parece não fazer diferença para ele, é sempre um espetáculo.

O que eu acho que faz a diferença em Christian: ELE NÃO É VAIDOSO! Em minha humilde opinião, um ator não pode ser vaidoso!

Se ele tiver que ficar esquelético, ficará.

Se tiver que encarar um sexy Russell Crowe, como um perneta, de dentes amarelos e totalmente sem glamour, ele o fará.

Se precisar beijar um homem na boca, ele beijará.

Se o caso é correr nu, usando nada além de um par de tênis e uma serra elétrica nas mãos, ele é o cara.

Se tiver que deixar algum outro brilhar em seu lugar, mesmo sendo o astro principal, é ele.

E agora, essa história esquisita. Ele atacou a mãe e a irmã! Ok, só rindo...

Talvez algo tenha acontecido, como uma discussão familiar, mas ninguém me convencerá que este cara bate na própria mãe. Não esse cara.

Eu reconheço um causador de problemas quando vejo um. Russell Crowe é um causador de problemas. Eu o amo, mas ele é. Russell é temperamental, porém seu talento e carisma estão acima disso. E eu acho que ele é mais o tipo que não tem muita paciência e não posso condená-lo pois também sou intolerante.

Mas Christian, não! Espero que essa história absurda seja logo esclarecida. De qualquer modo, sua vida pessoal não é da conta de ninguém...

E, nunca tarde... Não estou sendo influenciada pelo fato de que ele é sexy, fascinante, elegante, intrigante, tem um dos mais lindos corpos já visto... Simplesmente Lindo!!!!!

Cosa ma lindia!

Tuesday, July 22, 2008

Christian Bale is not that kind of guy

Ok, I'm ready to say: Christian Bale is the best ACTOR in the whole world. It doesn't matter any particular preferences, the fact is that he is the best. Saying this cost a lot to me because I always tried to deceive myself that Russell Crowe was the one. Nothing better than watch them face to face to verify that Russell is marvelous, but Christian is years-light beyond any other. Let me try to explain.

Christian Bale shocked right in his first appearance on the screens, with only 12-13 years old, in the "Empire Of The Sun". What was that!

After that, he was never less than brilliant. And I challenge anyone to point the opposite. Small roles, big roles, it seems no matter to him, is always a spectacle.

What I think that makes the difference about Christian: HE'S NOT VAIN! In my humble opinion, an actor cannot be vain!

If he must be skeletal, he will be.

If he must face a sexy Russell Crowe, as an one-legged man, yellow teeth and totally out of glamour, he will.

If he must kiss a man in the mouth, he does.

If the case is to run naked, wearing nothing but a pair of sneakers and with a sawing machine in the hands, he's the man.

If he has to let someone else shine in his place, even if he is the main star, that's him.

And now, this strange history. He attacked his mother and sister! Ok, only laughing...

Maybe something happened, like a family quarrel, but nobody will convince me that this guy beats in his own mother. Not this guy.

I recognize a trouble maker when I see one. Russell Crowe is a trouble maker. I love him, but he is. Russell's got a temper, but his talent and charism are above all. And I think he's more like somebody that doesn't have so much patience and I can't condemn him, because I am intolerant too.

But Christian, no! I hope this absurd history be cleared up soon. Anyway, his personal life is nobody's business...

And never late... I'm not being influenced by the fact that he's sexy, fascinating, elegant, intriguing, has one of the most beautiful bodies ever seen... Simply Gorgeous!!!!!

Yeah! He smokes... Very HOT...

Wednesday, July 2, 2008

Ravel's Bolero to fuck by?

I read this history about the Ravel's Bolero some years ago and I think that makes sense. Well, I have to say I never heard this music with the same ears again. I don't think is possible being so precise but I'd like to try someday. Of course, with my sense of humor I'll probably have a laugh attack. But if I hear it close to someone attractive to me... Nothing happens, because I'm too shy.

Oh, this music plays in the film "Conan, the Destroyer" (1984).

Music for basic banging
Philharmonic Phantasies

There is a story that Maurice Ravel, attending an early performance of his Boléro, noticed a respectable, middle-aged woman get up from her seat after the music had been going on for ten minutes or so. She proceeded up the aisle and out of the theatre in a state of high dudgeon. Ravel is said to have turned to his companion and whispered, "She understands!"

Two generations of program annotators misinterpreted Ravel's comment, whether out of ignorance or expediency it's hard to tell. They claimed that the good lady was disgruntled by the score's obstinate use of the same tune over and over and the conviction that the composer was assailing the audience with a musical shaggy dog tale. According to that interpretation, Ravel's comment confirmed her poor impression.

But nowadays even musicologists have wakened to the erotic dimension of life and a more plausible subtext can readily be found in the story. Very likely Ravel made his remark with a satisfied little leer. The worthy matron understood the music, all right, and it was saying things to her that she did not come to the concert hall to hear. One imagines that she was not much inclined to hear those things anywhere else either, but let's be charitable and forego that line of speculation.

Boléro begins with a simple rhythmic figure that persists throughout the piece except for the last two or three measures. It is played pianissimo by two military drums and pizzicato strings. After four measures establishing the pattern, a solo flute introduces the work's only melody, built of two 16-bar phrases. It is a slinky, insinuating and sensuous tune passed from one instrument to another in a long, uninterrupted crescendo that eventually involves the whole orchestra playing full blast. Suddenly, just a moment before the end, the melody is subtly modified and not so subtly modulated into a different key (C major to E-flat, but who's counting by now?), the rhythm is pounded out triple-forte for four more measures and the music comes to an end with a wickedly ejaculatory chord.

As easy as it is to analyze musically, Boléro can be described still more succinctly in terms of male arousal. There's nothing subtle about the strutting, deliciously arrogant horniness of the tune nor about its inexorable saunter to salacious satisfaction. Even the change of key corresponds exactly to passing that point of no return of which we're all so fond. And the big bang at the end, well, I leave it to you to interpret that one...

Is it music to fuck by? (Excuse me, I mean, is it music to which one might profitably engage in sexual congress?) Definitely, particularly if you're into choreographing your lovemaking and timing the main events. A sense of humour helps too.

Allow me to illustrate. Although it is contrary to the norms of musicological discourse to write of one's personal life, Boléro is such an immodest hunk of sound that I am prepared to waive my professional standards, this once, for the general good.

Back in the mists of time when I was young, I had a lover who liked to perform little sexual experiments, all in the interest of science and philosophy, she assured me. This was when music was on LP recordings and no one worried about safe sex. It was even before Bo Derek appeared in a movie called Bolero or tried to seduce Dudley Moore to the score's steamy strains in 10. (Weren't you so happy when he went back to Julie Andrews?)

One evening she put a recording of Boléro on the turntable and announced that we would make love to it. Well, no, she announced that we would make love to each other - on a schedule she had contrived according to the events in the music. She had assigned herself multiple orgasms at various instrumental entries in the score while I was to defer mine until the last two measures. I might have questioned the fairness of the arrangement had she left me any time, but before I knew it, the flute was slinking its way through the opening phrase and we were peeling off each other's clothes.

Our concert of concupiscence was played without pause, but there was a lovely intromission timed precisely to match the entry of the saxophone. You might call it saxual intercourse. Or you might not. My lady seemed to come right on cue every time but, I'm ashamed to admit, I didn't hold up my end of the bargain. Sometime around the change of key I became so absorbed in watching her lovely face that I forgot the task at hand and, though she pumped and squeezed me mightily with her virtuoso vagina, I was still hard at it when the music died away. I must have gone on for another 20 measures or so. Worse, she had an orgasm that hadn't been part of her plan.

Our relationship didn't last much beyond that night, but she was gracious in her disappointment. She gave me a little kiss on the cheek saying, "Oh well, think of it like this: How many men can outbang Boléro?"

Articles by Richard Todd except as noted.

Take your own conclusions. Here, beautifully choreographed by Maurice Bejart (1927-2007). Awesome!

Unfortunately, I don't know the names of the marvelous dancers but you can find all their names and many other information in this site:

Monday, June 23, 2008


What do you demand can be quite different than you will find. Be alert!

Saturday, June 21, 2008


One of the movies I bought this month was "Sleepers". I like this movie. The cast is fantastic! Specially Brad Renfro. Yes, I guess I'm a little... dark... I can't help it. He was one of my favorite actors.

What happens with these boys, for Christ sake! I know it must be hard to live in this world, but there'll be someone to help, always. Everybody has problems, pains, scars. I have my own. I tried to kill myself, once or twice, but I never really wanted to. I cried for help and I got it. I can't say my pain's gone, cause it didn't, but I kept it under control, I don't wanna suffer all the time. It's a matter of wisdom, maturity. My mind drives me crazy then I turn it around to other business, like keep myself busy. So I write, play with my nephew and my cats and when I'm really upset, I call a friend. Of course, it's not that simple, but I fight.

Anguish, frustration, all those feelings who consumes us, by the own life condition, either we face it or our soul simply dies. And this is the death in life, what it's the worst thing can happens.

Well, back to "Sleepers". Those are the dead souls. In Brazil it calls "Sleepers - The Sleepy Vengeance" - yeah, it sounds weird.

There's something strange in this movie. We feel like could be better, but the juvenile cast steals the film. Incredible how we could guess who is who, the boys and their adult version, if they weren't named.

It think the director, Barry Levinson, left the cast too slack. What is great for some actors, like Kevin Bacon, Robert De Niro, Dustin Hoffman, Vittorio Gassman, Bruno Kirby, Frank Medrano, Terry Kinney, all wonderful, it seems doesn't work for Jason Patric, Brad Pitt, Billy Crudup. Ron Eldard is good, already saw him much better. Minnie Driver's character is dull, but she's more contained than usually, what is a relief. The result is irregular but some scenes worth watching.

That was the first time Kevin Bacon plays a paedophile. The second, in "The Woodsman, 2004", a very disturbing and great movie, he did it again, brilliantly. He's that kind of guy who is so charming, but has this "psycho thing" that makes us nervous, exactlly for his apparent sympathy. GREAT ACTOR.

Robert De Niro, a priest? Very sexy!

Well, I just love this movie, for what it is or could have been.

Michael Sullivan (Brad Renfro/Brad Pitt)
Lorenzo 'Shakes' Carcaterra (Joe Perrino/Jason Patric)
John Reilly (Geoffrey Wigdor/Ron Eldard)
Tommy Marcano (Jonathan Tucker/Billy Crudup)

Thursday, June 19, 2008

Shia LaBeouf Is Really Fucked!

Insane! Shia LaBeouf is so damn fucked! I really hope he's prepared for all kind of shit is coming about him. Every single slide, on the past and present-day, will become something "Uh". Just because he's on the top now.

The guy doesn't deserve this. He's just a kid who's doing your job for a long time and for worth is having sucess. I cheer on him. But I think he needs counselling. Maybe somebody to keep him out of trouble, like drink and drugs and focused. It will be a waste to lose him for those "celebrity things".

He seems to be smart, but we don't know what goes on his heart and soul. Do we? Grow up in front of cameras, being watched almost all the time? I WANT to believe he's gonna be OK.

His talent is undeniable, is natural. He's funny, charming, sexy...


Don't stop smoking. Of the lesser evil...

Monday, June 16, 2008

Jack, I swear...

That's the last sentence of Ang Lee's Brokeback Mountain just before the sound of "The Wings" turn your heart into pieces. Brokeback Mountain breaks my heart...
That was the first time I saw after Heath Ledger's death. I had seen twice. Then I bought the DVD, with 2 discs, but I wasn't planning to see so soon, cause I'm feeling a little sad these days and this movie hurts. Much more now for Heath. I just watch now... Masochism, I guess.
It's one of the most beautiful love histories ever told on the screens. Every frame is so full of sadness, I barely can take it. And the Gustavo Santaolalla's soundtrack...

Of course, both actors are splendidly beautiful and talented. Jake Gyllenhaal it looks like an angel, lending those sad eyes to the character. Heath's superb suffocated performance become the experience even more devastating when you remember he passed away so soon.

It takes courage to do such thing and how brave they were! The scenes between them are so full of truth, something that only two GREAT, GREAT ACTORS could have done. What about that look of Alma (Michelle Williams), upon the desperately passionated kiss and "Hey, baby, I'm going to fish".

"Love is a force of nature". Yes, it is. Also Heath and Jake. Ennis and Jack. Twist Del Mar.

The shirts... At first Ennis shirts inside Jake's... Like Ennis inside Jake. And in the end, Jake's shirt inside Ennis, but never more in life. Have you ever smelt the clothes from a loved one? Ouch!

"He was a friend of mine"

I Want To Know What Love Is

This is a beautiful old song, originally performed by Foreigner. I've heard in a comercial of a new drink here in Brazil. Now, I was watching "Cold Case" and the episode it ended with this song.

There's another version, performed by Tina Arena, I like it too.

And they have another song, as beautiful as this one, called "I Don't Want To Live Without You". I don't know why, but my heart likes this song.

I've got the feeling that nobody knows what love is, but the desperate seeking keeps going. That's why:

I Want To Know What Love Is - Foreigner
Written by Mick Jones

I gotta take a little time,
A little time to think things over
I better read between the lines,
In case I need it when I'm older
Now this mountain I must climb,
Feels like the world upon my shoulders
Through the clouds I see love shine,
It keeps me warm as life grows colder
In my life
There's been heartache and pain
I don't know
If I can face it again
Can't stop now,
I've travelled so far,
To change this lonely life
I want to know what love is,
I want you to show me
I want to feel what love is,
I know you can show me
I'm gonna take a little time,
A little time to look around me
I've got nowhere left to hide,
It looks like love
Has finally found me
In my life
There's been heartache and pain
I don't know
If I can face it again
Can't stop now,
I've travelled so far,
To change this lonely life
I want to know what love is,
I want you to show me
I want to feel what love is,
I know you can show me
I want to know what love is,
I want you to show me
(And I wanna feel) I want to feel what love is
(And I know) I know you can show me


You know, men are not very complex. Their world revolves around desire and fear. Not many variations.

I have this friend, a really very good friend, who thinks like a woman (or pretends). Well, almost all the girls wants him (I wanted once). After take several girls to bed, he felt that "empty" (very feminine), then he decided to abstain himself of sex. He's 27 years old.

Well, what I think is that I would be the right woman to him. He has this attraction for oldest women. His mother is older than his father. Those things. It seems perfect, right. But he never will face it. Better this way.

There is this chemistry, his kiss must be great, the sex would be fantastic...



Well, better stop thinking about it, cause never gonna happen. No.

Sunday, June 15, 2008

Falling Star

I just saw, right now, a "falling star". What are the chances of you looking at the sky and see this. I don't know. This is the third time I see one. The first time was in December 09 1994 02:50PM. The second in April 09 1997 08:58PM. Comet, Meteor, Star... Shit. This is crazy. This "zip". Of course I want to believe this is a signal, I'm romantic... The signs, ok, they're everywhere. But, a falling star? It's disturbing! In an exciting way...

M. Night Shyamalan's "The Happening"

I saw M. Night Shyamalan's "The Happening" yesterday. There's something we can't deny. The guy doesn't choose easy ways. You must let your mind very free to board into his world. I'm thinking about, digesting. He knows how to creat images that can't be forgotten. Particularly, I love this. I'm tired of obvious. Obviously. You know what I mean? Me neither...

Anyway. With M. Night there's always a surprise. We are always expecting something like "The Sixth Sense", but it seems he is always trying to escape. He's a genious! Here in Brazil, the name of the movie is "End of Times".
And FYI: Mark Wahlberg, besides of being an excelent actor is also one of the most delicious men I've ever seen.


I'm brazilian. I don't know English fluently. My language is Portuguese.

I'm gonna write the craziest things and I hope to be corrected and evaluated. Like an exercise. That will be fun! I really need to learn this fucking language.

Hey, I have a dictionary. So, don't underestimate me.

Anyway, if you do, no problem. I'll never know. Unless you tell me. Let me know.

My first doubt just appear: the word "craziest" do exist? I swear I've heard somewhere... I'm talking about some variation of the word CRAZY.

C'mon, teach me slangs!!!