tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-86551872024-03-19T08:48:15.341+00:00Cinema NotebookCarlos M. Reishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17094391369258270668noreply@blogger.comBlogger6921125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8655187.post-9959986685721664262024-01-29T09:02:00.001+00:002024-03-14T09:03:31.744+00:00Pacino & Keaton<center><iframe width="550" height="309" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/WUbPqBKs6dU?si=xW6Ih0E4x6qPiJd3" title="YouTube video player" frameborder="0" allow="accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture; web-share" allowfullscreen></iframe></center>Carlos M. Reishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17094391369258270668noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8655187.post-70297347857849862692024-01-28T08:57:00.013+00:002024-03-14T08:59:56.688+00:00Mean Streets (1973)<center><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9yikNrThyphenhyphengsRkRhWRVnDUcofAB6rn5gSB47q60WqobQXQ_PP9Gz6odE3BJdTlU-X03oWub6f6tOHy8Y4d2yM0DpTPKXcscu4Kfl_eeRZU28BYBEVB5pNr9Dn_ZUSI_yG7P3Q5cTp8QKtAX1agvba5TX0XCwuWdrh1QMrVGnhSpnvbvhVG42eEuw/s1600/Mean-Streets-scaled.jpg" width="550"/></center>
Scorsese had tons of filmmaking concepts he wanted to do, but no idea how to glue them all in a logical integrated narrative. It works aesthetically - some great cinematic shots and a wonderful score -, but fails as a whole. First movie collaboration of Marty and Bobby. I would say that "<b>Mean Streets</b>" walked so that "<b>Taxi Driver</b>" could run three years later.Carlos M. Reishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17094391369258270668noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8655187.post-70954833552783522962024-01-27T08:53:00.001+00:002024-03-14T08:53:56.252+00:00Marvel Jesus looks like Ted Danson<center><iframe width="550" height="309" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/2RgKuHP_IEQ?si=WBPqxwMhpdqEcBpO" title="YouTube video player" frameborder="0" allow="accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture; web-share" allowfullscreen></iframe></center>Carlos M. Reishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17094391369258270668noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8655187.post-9407134647142358582024-01-26T08:44:00.001+00:002024-03-14T08:47:31.064+00:00The Night of the Hunter (1955)<center><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYmCR0f37RHfPbfK3utSFjXpoxgp4k9qwgcEdHNt43EnrhBpnbhc5ad0bLCUMkcG8Y6WT8jCmCPJyogOszSpqmrHhf7ph86IXzJP8JVgNl-D9Anr1Cw1h2cG_Ah5iFkJseAwhxfVLWWpjdzTcuEZ-vLyZF6IH5M_9Lklps_sUDfwVfHIPmjtv_Jw/s1600/Cteq_NightOfTheHunter-750x400.jpg" width="550"/></center>
The cinematography is in fact admirable - that german expressionism look all around and that underwater shot of "mummy" that is undoubtfully one for the ages - but the pacing is highly uneven and most of the characters' decisions are borderline laughable as they have no coherency and consistency along the narrative. At the end, I felt that the false prophet preacher killer played by Robert Mitchum was more a silly cartoon of a serial killer than a real threat. Can't get the hype of it.Carlos M. Reishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17094391369258270668noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8655187.post-59929064267457083572024-01-25T08:25:00.009+00:002024-03-14T08:26:57.243+00:00A Quiet Prequel<center><iframe width="550" height="309" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/Zijqg32x9Dc?si=VC9Dw-6wsf-vtBTy" title="YouTube video player" frameborder="0" allow="accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture; web-share" allowfullscreen></iframe></center>Carlos M. Reishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17094391369258270668noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8655187.post-62678704039052892292024-01-24T00:21:00.001+00:002024-03-06T00:27:24.161+00:00Youth (2015)<center><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNsHL5qKghsAeyGbeXm7xtIVhrYOSoWdxFOmfx3ieYFnQffsj80brzR26UmnA5pSxWaGb1Jzhyk46CYS4dvcGeWOdikzDahUj7adskDqtkt7uiDxLE8r8H6KzerRwX2hnyLqHIFz1DYO3nRZ2-B7riGXFttImJNapqvjn89ed-viaUk6TX6Xlkgg/s1600/youth.jpg" width="550"/></center>
<i>"- Is she a prostitute? - Worse. She is a pop star."</i> Deeply and carefully layered - as Sorrentino usually likes to offer us -, with an amazing final fifteen minutes full of possible different interpretations. Some characters and storylines felt kind of unnecessary - the spiritual masseuse or the forced relation between Rachel Weisz and the alpinist -, but, at the end, Mick got his ending right. PS: Mãdãlina Ghenea on that pool scene? So stunning that trying to define it by words would be a sort of profanity.Carlos M. Reishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17094391369258270668noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8655187.post-18294168764263522042024-01-23T22:46:00.004+00:002024-03-05T22:48:04.195+00:00Blumhouse's Ted<center><iframe width="550" height="309" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/gZoq6QN0Mn0?si=0CCt_JL4OuMlHTik" title="YouTube video player" frameborder="0" allow="accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture; web-share" allowfullscreen></iframe></center>Carlos M. Reishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17094391369258270668noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8655187.post-68850422903522324612024-01-22T22:40:00.001+00:002024-03-05T22:44:56.793+00:00Snatch (2000)<center><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOKeTKLD8Hdd547rpAunmEevzzZ7DDobcIFVidhEZ16tazQLg6mnOfjic2t85w1sRIniRE842mhnsoV2zHovPno9Fhbx4NAnfDUQwQOjfWcmrmJP41SWLxatJfYLN2iypZHEba2AfCMNt80n66hMNa3FxEze4vyj9ETEayQSLOYi7kMgVL3twSRA/s1600/snatch.jpg" width="550"/></center>
It's a really vibrant crime comedy, amazingly structured, a kind of chaotic rollercoaster of dodgy deals and colorful characters. "<i>You should never underestimate the predictability of stupidity</i>", says Bullet-Tooth Tony, the mighty Vinnie Jones, that was replaced in a couple of scenes by a double as he got arrested for fighting in real life. Roy Keane never stood a chance.Carlos M. Reishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17094391369258270668noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8655187.post-13398192920678591402024-01-21T22:25:00.000+00:002024-03-05T22:27:03.016+00:00Nicolas Cage & Maika Monroe<center><iframe width="550" height="309" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/XYpZ_o8bVwI?si=yxKa0CEqaPtgQ2C8" title="YouTube video player" frameborder="0" allow="accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture; web-share" allowfullscreen></iframe></center>Carlos M. Reishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17094391369258270668noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8655187.post-70832381691048838082024-01-20T10:37:00.001+00:002024-03-05T22:38:40.942+00:00The Godfather: Part III (1990)<center><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZG56IJUyak11tmJ-EWmlHb-gzsftODOeFmbc__tWJxazjjqv5yI12khtxg1wkwU6pPCGjuRQWbllcN42wl7vmlRuOJmC2gd_-zP3wMVb_I_z605aDNca55dWPPCvQXyOTUabtiI6WeiA3RRwoc62LlaCKlGXLZsBpBI6Zft5SOXM8NTcGNG6otA/s1600/godfather3.jpg" width="550"/></center>
I'm alone here, but I honestly think that this third movie makes a better exploration of redemption and morality than the previous two classics, as it adds depth to the characters' arcs and shows the impact of their actions over time. That doesn't excuse that horrible haircut, Al! Best performance of Andy Garcia's career, but too sad that Robert Duvall didn't return to his Tom Hagen role - due to financial demands, it seems. And come on guys, Sofia Coppola wasn't that bad!Carlos M. Reishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17094391369258270668noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8655187.post-79524198426557586002024-01-19T15:51:00.001+00:002024-03-05T15:52:51.936+00:00John Wick das Índias<center><iframe width="550" height="309" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/Bf-UX_AEiZ0?si=BWiL1sfbld2AXbCl" title="YouTube video player" frameborder="0" allow="accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture; web-share" allowfullscreen></iframe></center>Carlos M. Reishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17094391369258270668noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8655187.post-92094273715958991962024-01-18T10:33:00.008+00:002024-03-05T15:48:39.041+00:00Maggie (2015)<center><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4nkgLTqenIUxLT-_5Yw7-ovZzOwvb8XVylupjN9jL7RW0g4qWKAEXKZU-UUGY5PDtqd-3Zb3pg-SxyJ8WkLakBcTTn1K1REgvPuMgSZ2WLz-vYelDnfWYTdPzrh431GSO32uTp0QOeLBQvH0ugBR5rDhUHOf0csQ5hCCdDdsC-YWWeL77r_y6PQ/s1600/maggie.jpg" width="550"/></center>
Uma pena aqueles trituradores embutidos nos lava-loiças não serem uma realidade habitual na Europa. O cinema europeu teria muito a ganhar. Moral deste filme premonitório das repercussões sociais da pandemia global recente mas com o Schwarzenegger penteadinho a aviar crianças zombies? Pimenta no cu dos outros é refresco; quando toca a mandar a nossa filha para a quarentena, não há iguaria que satisfaça o nosso. Primeiro e último filme deste britânico incógnito de seu nome Henry Hobson, o que atesta o sucesso e o impacto de um filme que, longe de ser descartável, navega constantemente numa relação de intimidade pai-filha muito mal trabalhada e conseguida - excepção talvez uma cena de dois ou três minutos em que Maggie descobre a origem do seu nome. Fica aquele aperto de uma doença sem cura, de um final inevitável para alguém que amamos, na ordem natural inversa do tempo, da idade e do adeus. Era um vírus, mas funciona perfeitamente como uma analogia para qualquer cancro terminal. Vida, ai vida.Carlos M. Reishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17094391369258270668noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8655187.post-44371288096743525262024-01-17T20:07:00.001+00:002024-03-04T20:08:06.810+00:00Why Tobey Maguire Disappeared From Hollywood<center><iframe width="550" height="309" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/GDu6amPGe-8?si=5aDtzqRxYXtL-f6X" title="YouTube video player" frameborder="0" allow="accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture; web-share" allowfullscreen></iframe></center>Carlos M. Reishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17094391369258270668noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8655187.post-41798276625439717622024-01-16T10:27:00.001+00:002024-03-04T17:57:06.303+00:00The Siege (1998)<center><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAaPl0e5u0WGT-XpI6iBbmLaKz7QUG7YrW-BjlFZas4rhsZv-siTE03ZUgehLGTTDoyLseHq8YLuQSw07V-unbLE87UuYO7mxkJlRTZ88ALa9-nMFFbtxBcK72kMpMofkJRMM-Kt7-TZf6QgZMdAa_uk2-f6b0jswkjV5qS9q7tOuimvgaAqL_pg/s1600/THESIEGE.jpg" width="550"/></center>
Um filme à frente do seu tempo. Aliás, cada ano que passa, mais à frente de um tempo que não só já veio como continuará a vir, exponenciado para realidades e contextos muito mais próximos e familiares - um factor que não devia ser preponderante no seu impacto... mas é. Mais um Denzel Washington redescoberto, mais uma vez em que dou por mim a pensar se não será ele o GOAT da sétima arte do manifesto de Ricciotto Canudo. É que mesmo com a Annette Bening e o Tony Shalhoub em grande forma a seu lado, Denzel brilha mais alto, Denzel rebenta com cada cena em que se exalta, com cada cena em que se acalma e sussurra. Islamofobia, tortura como meio justificável para obtenção de informação, campos de concentração, direitos humanos e o Bruce Willis com cara de parvo presunçoso. Deu para tudo.Carlos M. Reishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17094391369258270668noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8655187.post-42728521266731041642024-01-15T17:45:00.001+00:002024-03-04T17:47:11.710+00:00Daniela & Jake<center><iframe width="550" height="309" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/Y0ZsLudtfjI?si=AfEjmgLMnJFWd0a5" title="YouTube video player" frameborder="0" allow="accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture; web-share" allowfullscreen></iframe></center>Carlos M. Reishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17094391369258270668noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8655187.post-33571045231822866952024-01-14T10:30:00.001+00:002024-03-04T17:21:45.950+00:00The Last Starfighter (1984)<center><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheNEMR5LU_DPgeVYg5ddgORUsR8ng7YcrcyJnLgKSNHc72o04MmPQkRO5ZmOhENDvjTtG2M_j7H0H13jKNY8-o1jRYct6YdUmE14_mmppYhYbG_8z2Os2v8DasVKIY_eDzQLKczG7U7jAIX4hBlMwsAZ8l4AetB504Hdj2CcfWeyolCXqBUuZxFQ/s1600/The-Last-Starfigher.jpg" width="550"/></center>
O "substituto" leproso em fase de construção escondido debaixo do lençol é capaz de ter sido a cena de terror mais inesperada da década de oitenta. Um tradutor automático embutido no nosso jovem herói para justificar que todas as criaturas da liga das estrelas falem inglês perfeito. Não falam, é tudo "traduzido" instantaneamente na sua cabeça. Está certo, era bonito, mas esqueceram-se disso na cena final, quando a terreola inteira do Alex - incluindo avózinha de caçadeira em punho - percebe a conversa do Grig, um buddy de combate iguana gigante com seis mil filhos. O vilão proscrito, a morte como conceito primitivo, efeitos especiais de videojogo de arcada e aqueles olhos bonitos da Maggie. Tudo muito patetazinho, mas acompanhado por uma bela banda sonora de Craig Safan. Anos oitenta, não fez mal a ninguém.Carlos M. Reishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17094391369258270668noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8655187.post-37687314352687690622024-01-13T17:16:00.001+00:002024-03-04T17:16:57.861+00:00Nas Nalgas do Mandarim: S10E03<center><iframe width="550" height="309" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/gYC8UxhS42o?si=6UYAjCj7cl4_vzcm" title="YouTube video player" frameborder="0" allow="accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture; web-share" allowfullscreen></iframe></center>Carlos M. Reishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17094391369258270668noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8655187.post-44968988702135909902024-01-12T20:21:00.001+00:002024-03-04T17:14:44.599+00:00The Favourite (2018)<center><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgROsEx0ffhyphenhyphenhvgFRUO5z4Jjw7z0Bsnd4Ka-VPHKxmID-8afyvGIxIiQSIarDxJ6IUF9pRdt1Ka9w7NAbN97LuhqdrMEzjFNIpYl4XboM5ICIwiDBCRymR-Amy1d5H11p7EQPZ8iO2BT4ooLig9eGvHGQDxjbVf_jjNsWpJqhOOmwt2K5AD9qtisw/s1600/thefavorite.jpg" width="550"/></center>
É provavelmente o Lanthimos mais acessível e, por isso mesmo, o mais equilibrado e sensato dentro da sua loucura, da sua ousadia, do seu surrealismo, da sua estranha energia. Sempre a saltitar entre comédia negra e tragédia absurdista, eis um drama de época que de época tem apenas a arte visual e cénica, uma fotografia e cinematografia irrepreensível que quase sempre numa angular estranha - qual observador externo através daqueles olhos mágicos das portas - permite-nos entrar de forma cativante no jogo de xadrez entre duas mulheres que recusam render-se a uma vida banal. Papelões de Colman, Stone e Weisz, qual delas a de maior destaque, entre diálogos inesperados - a Rainha que gosta de uma língua feminina dentro dela - e acções controversas - a masturbação assistida de palma mas sem alma. O terceiro acto parece-me não conseguir acompanhar a mestria dos dois primeiros e aquele final, ambíguo, longo e vazio, entre massagens de pernas e imagens de coelhos, revela-se uma desilusão para um filme até então tão focado, divertido e objectivo.Carlos M. Reishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17094391369258270668noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8655187.post-35326170224628873582024-01-11T16:48:00.015+00:002024-03-04T17:07:50.156+00:00Bagageira ou Porta-Bagagens?<center><iframe width="550" height="309" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/tXkpz8-wxwM?si=WZgRYFW4g_CkDMjK" title="YouTube video player" frameborder="0" allow="accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture; web-share" allowfullscreen></iframe></center>Carlos M. Reishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17094391369258270668noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8655187.post-83428304146627508432024-01-10T10:33:00.001+00:002024-03-04T09:48:37.438+00:00Poltergeist III (1988)<center><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEiXTzyrtHlZyYp35aWoXOeFAsqeLdOgDksMCY1sEkD6gTqfzjAKNrfeSMIPClFXtCTRksVH4EcdzZ32WiQtO3xShS9y-tWuZmFk078rE23NF03hsdPuSO-SRXl9J6pVwjaLzRQ6J0kCBlBaPq_QCAy1X-0_ISCvkuv-uJLuYX3VOvqvQBWCONsQ/s1600/poltergeist3.jpg" width="550"/></center>
Merece tanto mais reconhecimento este terceiro capítulo da história de amor entre a Carol Anne e o reverendo Kane. Jogos de espelhos e reflexões de categoria - e a toda hora, sem medo da dificuldade técnica associada - efeitos especiais e práticos de luxo capazes de envergonhar muita coisinha que é feita hoje em dia com ecrãs verdes e computadores de última geração - da poça no parque de estacionamento às dimensões paralelas "congeladas", sem esquecer a Lara Flynn Boyle a sair do corpo da Zelda Rubinstein - e um arranha-céus como palco único e claustrofóbico do espectáculo paranormal. Atmosfera, ritmo e um par de cagaços eficazes. Ok, nem sempre as decisões do casal interpretado pelos muitos competentes Tom Skerritt e Nancy Allen respeita qualquer tipo de lógica - cheguei a pensar que estariam possuídos e que essa seria a grande reviravolta narrativa - e a resolução final do "grande" conflito - o guiar de Kane até à luz - acaba por ser demasiado simples e banal para tanto alarido causado. Ainda assim, fascinado pelo esforço. E que talento tinha Heather O’Rourke.Carlos M. Reishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17094391369258270668noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8655187.post-6587713295501848852024-01-09T09:46:00.006+00:002024-03-04T09:46:46.374+00:00Clash of the Warlords @ VHS<center><iframe width="550" height="309" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/KzTZai_E1Oo?si=NMhOUVR0R95F9Chw" title="YouTube video player" frameborder="0" allow="accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture; web-share" allowfullscreen></iframe></center>Carlos M. Reishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17094391369258270668noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8655187.post-25146267001952702512024-01-08T10:35:00.001+00:002024-03-04T09:45:39.137+00:00The Parallax View (1974)<center><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhABsueNs7emmrcdBxDJOrAmxs58vzjh4boAKpg4ekHdY8qKilXiI5M1MPwkyC-HT2A4-5hFrgX3BAQUrzWTgs45kvAMhvr3Avc6b9mB_ATVEXgp76_8bzqgHqpOgw3yfhk2-FTC3KNO_W3HY-h5u0ZSv6W93uI1cPXIa24UwGUBM14cpWMxQyqPQ/s1600/parallax.jpeg" width="550"/></center>
IMDb trivia page tells us that this movie started principal photography without a finished screenplay. Makes perfect sense: nice cinematography - awesome initial and closing sequences -, flat conspiracy/paranoia narrative. A movie that reflected the emotional strain of its time: Kennedy, MLK, the Pentagon Papers and Watergate all happened in the preceding years.Carlos M. Reishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17094391369258270668noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8655187.post-23547056155416444882024-01-07T09:42:00.006+00:002024-03-04T09:43:27.290+00:00Greetings, Peasant!<center><iframe width="550" height="309" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/4TTJzVRmnjw?si=nTq2jlD09jl1VQg7" title="YouTube video player" frameborder="0" allow="accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture; web-share" allowfullscreen></iframe></center>Carlos M. Reishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17094391369258270668noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8655187.post-42319383956987904472024-01-06T10:32:00.001+00:002024-03-04T09:41:11.132+00:00Detour (1945)<center><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzeZ37v1zr496WNQq-LDs6WSsXzPpxaZSSD7utIbybGr8_qIgVDM1Co2xpK4mCTxMwT49EBassFKbg3TD0AIwbixci_Pcj_PanwNTKOWLvauYOVy3QWZEcbwk7G8952uqMoP9wpA7tCI1TaveJIuD8ckiEx6Tfswp8g2pzJZNZEHCnCB5zDoM0Lg/s1600/DETOUR-HI-RES.jpg" width="550"/></center>
O nevoeiro que invade a noite, o bar com piano, o dinheiro que não passa de papel cheio de germes até se tornar o motor de toda a narrativa, o amor que parte para longe, a mulher como o animal mais perigoso do mundo, uma morte inesperada. O pobre coitado que não tem outra hipótese que não parecer culpado de um crime que não cometeu. E de ser encurralado para cometer vários outros. Há malta que nasceu para sofrer, com uma nuvem de azar à sua volta. É o caso deste Al Roberts que o mundo inteiro quer que se transforme noutra pessoa. Noir modesto, sem grande energia nem ousadia para abrilhantar as suas ideias.Carlos M. Reishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17094391369258270668noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8655187.post-57513863683715248812024-01-05T09:37:00.003+00:002024-03-04T09:38:18.745+00:00Why Physical Media Matters to Me<center><iframe width="560" height="315" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/mLA6X_TQ33s?si=NtZHcm-ndEc6erbe" title="YouTube video player" frameborder="0" allow="accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture; web-share" allowfullscreen></iframe></center>Carlos M. Reishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17094391369258270668noreply@blogger.com0