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Elliot pergunta pra Vilma, 'O meu pai já sabe que você é ... ?' Não consegue falar e Vilma responde: 'Eu sei o que sou e isso facilita um pouco as coisas, não acha?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jNLobRVZXdQ/SwiOCZacZ5I/AAAAAAAAAJg/5HJvGBrT3w4/s1600/takingwoodstock_04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406727524490962834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 211px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jNLobRVZXdQ/SwiOCZacZ5I/AAAAAAAAAJg/5HJvGBrT3w4/s320/takingwoodstock_04.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ang Lee, à direita, dirige um possante, Emile Hirsch, adoooro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Partimos para o Rio pela ponte, rebento e eu. Ele, já decidido a ver o filme &lt;em&gt;2012&lt;/em&gt;, eu, ainda em dúvida entre &lt;em&gt;Aconteceu em Woodstock&lt;/em&gt; e &lt;em&gt;Deixa ela entrar. &lt;/em&gt;O primeiro sobre uma hecatombe climática, o segundo, sobre o festival dos festivais e o terceiro, um filme sueco de vampiro, e ao que parece, já é um clássico. Ingressos comprados, adolescente entra primeiro e correndo porque a sessão já começou. Vou para a livraria do local para esperar &lt;em&gt;Aconteceu ... &lt;/em&gt;começar, decidi pelo filme quando estava na fila, o da vampira é terrorzão e me impressiono facilmente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aconteceu em Woodstock &lt;/em&gt;é bacana mesmo, me emocionei, me identifiquei e mais que tudo, me permiti sonhar um pouco com o passado, uma época que evoca ideais, ideologias e uma possibilidade de acreditar ainda em alguma coisa (boa). Para sonhar é preciso grana, tá lá no filme, pra sonhar é preciso acreditar, está lá também, pra sonhar é preciso estar vivo e acordado pra então dormir e sonhar. Meu pessimismo me faz crer que estamos a meio passo do mundo de Wall-e, tem lixo demais, tem cocô demais, tem consumismo demais e comunismo de menos. Essa visão romântica de que há tempo hábil de reverter os estragos, me irrita e entristece um pouco. Como?! Não dá mais tempo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas aí vem um diretor e me joga na cara, 'Minha filha, o mundo ainda não acabou não.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O &lt;em&gt;2012 &lt;/em&gt;fica pra uma sessão caseira, talvez. A opinião de quem viu e gostou foi: 'Mãe, muito legal, mas sabe aquele tipo de filme quanto mais inverossímil melhor?' Deve sair daqui a alguns meses em DVD, antes do ano da profecia maia, então acho que ainda dá tempo de ver, né?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P. S. Na saída do cinema já tinha &lt;em&gt;2012&lt;/em&gt; em DVD à venda na calçada, e muitos. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;h2 class="sidebar-title"&gt;Links&lt;/h2&gt;
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O garoto de doze disse ao ser perguntado sobre o teor de violência, ― Não, não achei violento. Impressionado com as cenas de tortura ou morte? Não, achei normal ― disse. O menino de quatorze disse que gostou muito e até viu duas vezes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Filme é roteiro, bom de preferência, montagem e atores e cenas bem dirigidas. Tropa de Elite tem tudo isso. Mas além disso, o que fez Tropa cair no gosto de pessoas dos mais diferentes gostos? A gente se identifica, se condói, se distancia, se aproxima, se arrepia de medo ao ver que a polícia (corporação) é também como aparece no filme. De forma bem direta, a classe média é responsabilizada por por seus feitos que se querem irresponsáveis e inocentes. Quando ouço conversas falando do tráfico é como se existisse um corte entre uma ponta e outra, familiares e amigos de consumidores querem o tráfico debelado a qualquer preço, mas perdoam os conhecidos. Para a maioria de nós, quem vende, compra e usa droga não está nunca perto, ao lado, à mesma casa, é quase sempre uma distância quase a perder de vista, mais fácil pensar e agir assim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;O filme também tem a firmeza e a coragem de mostrar o bandido de forma menos romantizada, sem esquecer de tocar na rudeza e falta de oportunidades. O mundo das grandes oportunidades que nos é vendido é desigual, injusto e ilusório. Mas vamos aos fatos, temos medo do que está próximo da gente, o assaltante que leva nosso salário, e se reagirmos, possivelmente a vida. Nesta hora ninguém quer saber se o cara teve sua infância (dele) roubada, se quer ter as mesmas coisas que você ou o vizinho tem; o convite para comprar, ter e conseqüentemente &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ser,&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;é o mesmo feito a todos. Queremos resolver o problema que nos aflige, e da mesma forma que o bandido chega a nós porque estamos mais próximos, o que nos separa são algumas quadras, nós também preferimos enquadrá-los como a raiz de todo o mal, optamos pelo caminho mais fácil, nós e eles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Acredito que o filme desperte um sentimento de vingança e alívio, a solucão fácil e fantasiosa que procuramos, mas também provoca dor, desesperança, reflexão sobre nossas responsabilidades, ou a falta delas. Fica também um sentimento de impotência, mas então aparece a tropa de elite (sei que é ficção), incorruptível, treinadíssima, consciente de sua função, ou seja, quase uma entidade que vem proteger e salvar o cidadão comum. Aí é outra história. Volto ao filme daqui a alguns dias, talvez.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cccccc;"&gt;A foto mostra meu personagem preferido, Cap. Fábio, interpretado por Milhem Cortaz. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;h2 class="sidebar-title"&gt;Links&lt;/h2&gt;
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