I like the difference between sportmen and actors.
Sportmen do some serious shit acting like babies, actors do baby things like they’re doing some serious shit.
Another great boxe movie. Once again this sport stands against all odds and winning the title of movie about life. The true (and surely novelized) version of a part of the lives of Micky “Irish” Ward and his brother (both shares the mother) Dicky Eklund.
As usual we can see a fight for life, a better one if it’s possible, a fight for the love interest, a fight for freedom from a strangling family, a fight against drug addiction. At the end of the movie Bale’s character Dicky Eklund asks Micky’s fiancée what she really got from her life answering himself that we all try to make things get better.
Every actor plays its role perfectly. Mark Wahlberg prepared himself for 4 years because of the movie being delayed many times and he reached a really believable status of pugilist.
Christian Bale is perfect as the skinny drug addict trainer of the talented brother. He finally reached his academy award after many great roles in the past. If you have the chance to watch the real ring corner of Micky Ward you will see a Dicky Eklund perfectly made by Bale.
Nice work by Amy Adams in the role of Mickey girlfriend Charlene. She’s one of the reasons of Micky’s changing his mind about being trained by his surrounding family and mom. Above all, she’s there as the turning point of the movie as much as the life in jail of Dicky Eklund.
Melissa Leo got the Oscar. I don’t know exactly why she got it. She’s good, but her character is not well explained as far as she’s so cruel and a bad mom. Maybe I need to see the movie again.
As I final thought I would say that this is a nice movie, well directed with a great soundtrack and a good story. Like many od the movies I saw in the last 3 months, this is another better movie than the shitty Social Network, a real handfull of crap.
Proud to be a little monster! She can really do whatever she want. So, she raised 250.000$ in one day to help Japanese people.
She’s great. This is an assumption, I know, but we could almost call her Mother Teresa Monster. Thanks for everything.
And now what? We’re close to the biggest nuclear emergency in a modern country (Soviet Union was far from beeing modern during Chernobyl incident) and we’re asking ourselves if nuclear power should continue feeding our homes and buildings with power. I don’t know. I mean, I know the risks, but I also know that if I break my leg I need x-rays. This is definitely hard to sell, both yes or no. I think renewable energies can be a solution, at least at the end of the process, but what during the period in between? We need to think that nuclear power may be at risk. And we need to know we can’t provide enough energy for everybody with renewable, at least if we don’t put solar systems on EVERY house in our countries. They say “Nuclear power is a lobby!”. What about Solar power builders when they’ll know they can sell energy to everyone?
Let me say, I don’t know what to say. People dying because of fallout is awful at least like people dying because of the lack of energy. We will see in the near future.
You never get tired of wins, especially when you don’t see too many of them! Italian rugby has never been so close to disaster and so strong at the same time. Beating Les Bleus at Flaminio Stadium last Saturday has been a big pleasure to my heart already touched by the devastation of the tsunami in my beloved Japan. Anyway, what we saw was a great win, after a 6-18 deficit and 20 minutes of useless rugby in the second half. Then a reaction. THE reaction. And we finally had France in the six nations, after one win only in Grenoble. First in Rome, first in Six Nations against France.The breakdown was definitely where Italy won. They played trying not to give away their chances in contacts, where the French seemed to be scared of. The final 20 minutes where memorable. France players weren’t even look at each other, they didn’t talk, they looked down on the ground, to the field of their first defeat in Italy.
Dimitri Yachvili wasn’t in Rome because of a thigh injury who ruled him out. His place has been taken by Morgan Parra.
Now, we’re waiting for a possible win against Ireland and England in the next years. Let’s hope it’s not too far. As I wrote, you never get tired of wins!
I ended telling “Oh, that’s fair enough to me”. But it’s not. I suppose we should first look at the dramatic situation of the movie. From that moment (the speech) on the entire world wouldn’t have been the same anymore. Millions of people died after that particular event. That stuttered speech came after strong and powefull speeches shouted by Herr Hitler, how they used to call him, but it became famous. At least for his people. As an italian, I’m stuck between “we won the war against nazis, we fight with nazis” which is our shame-glory. We call us partisans, but we know well who we were. None of them probably, we were just italians.
Our king had no power, we had a commander in chiefs who liked to be seen as strong, a stutterer couldn’t be even accepted. Good for us, all of us that the stutterer and his loyal friend Winston Churchill won.
That Royal Highness and His Majesty weren’t just titles, but more conditions of the peoples who helped their people.
Well, you can be pretty sure you saw something strange. This is a movie about changing. I had no idea what I was going to watch.
This movie is top notch, of course. But it’s raw material. “Patinated” is not part of this movie. What you see is what you get. Blood, bones crushing, nails breaking, pain, rough sex, sick minds. This is all part of this living nightmare. There’s a transformation of the main character and a transformation of you watching her. Actually it’s hard to understand what’s going on after half an hour. The first 30 minutes are simply great. The introduction of the story is really well done, but after this nice start you start falling apart from the story itself. You don’t understand if you’re dealing with a thriller or with a horror, or with …what? This movie seems to me like a Cronenberg or something like De Palma’s ‘Two Sisters’. The role of Barbara Hershey, so similar to Piper Laurie’s ‘Carrie’ role of the ill mom. Something we saw in Misery and other bad moms around cinema.
Natalie Portman’s role is absurd. I thought she was nothing good. She’s so tiny, shy and so ‘good girl’ compared to the brassish and erotic Mila Kunis. You can feel an attraction between the two girls, but something is not working. The scared White Swan Natalie Portman is afraid of becoming the black swan. She just can’t. She will discover soon she doesn’t need to become the black swan.
I thought she was trying to become the black swan. You think she kills the black swan to take her part. I think she actually killed the white swan. What I really think is that to become dark, strong, sensual , you have to kill you ‘white’ part. I saw something like this in Anakin Skywalker-Darth Vader. Is it Anakin who became Darth Vader or the Lord of the Sith killing Anakin? I’m pretty sure it’s the second one. One death, one birth. It doesn’t matter if good dies and evil raises.
Technically speaking the movie is interesting. I don’t like at all the schizoid Aronofsky hand held shaking camera behind Natalie Portman when she’s realizing she’s becoming a new monster. The final ballet is great, well done with the great music of the famous Swan Lake giving us the ideal perspective of the grand finale.
When you finally come at the end of the movie you actually don’t know what you have become, the white swan. Or, more probably, the BLACK SWAN.
Nice movie. Natalie Portman is nothing during the movie. You understand why at the end. She’s simply perfect. The fragility of her character blows up at the end like a symphony inspired by art and the willing of greatness.
I don’t like it. Maybe it’s good, maybe not, but I don’t feel like this is a good one.
I definitely find it boring. Not a bad song at all, but Lady Gaga got me with Telephone, I like it rough and Just Dance. I can’t believe this noisy sound with strong lyrics is the new sound. I hope the rest of the album would reach a new way to express herself.
Anytime you say goodbye, I prepare yourself to the next encounter. I hope it’s the same thing.
It was just… “Oh, my!” Really a nice movie. I haven’t read the book so, I didn’t know the story except few things. I got hit by the delicate touch of an intense a dramatic storyline following most of all the strongest of all feelings, love and hate. You have to love so much to wait months just to get peace, you have to hate so much to do such horrible things to other human beings.
The death of the killer passed like a fresh breeze during a hot sunny day. You know it won’t last, but you also know something has changed or will change anytime soon.
Saoirse Ronan is great. She has that “something” which make you dream of great play on the screen. She’s still young, but she’s really a nice add on the new little boring cuties out there. Stanley Tucci is great even if he’s a little “sticky” with his role. Really deep Wahlberg reflects the soft direction of Peter Jackson whom I don’t like the Lord of the ring saga. Jackson can do this. We saw it in Heavenly Creatures (which was 10000 times scaring, btw) and I could see in The frighteners.
I have to admit I’m not the best Jackson’s supporter, but this is a nice work (spielberg and Dreamworks behind is a strong signal of fantasy) and I definitely think this is a winner to me.
It’s not easy to put a picture of a big, not really lovely rat, but that’s the point, the Muskrat is a big part of human history. American Natives used (and maybe use even now, I don’t know) to think it created tje world. The Ondatra Zibetichus, this is his scientific name, is maybe the father of all rats. It helped the man to go through long winter with his flesh in the prairies of North America, it helped the Finns fighting in Russia and then the Red Army get their famous look with their Ushanka (Ushanka can also be made of rabbit fur)
It may not be a beauty, it can be a little scaring, but we have to say thanks to this little creature who helped (in many ways without it allowed us) the humans.
So thanks, Muskrat!
Our big brother Ocean, our brothers with feathers and finns, our little friends with strong shells on their back, but no air to breath. They’re still dying.
I know, this is the time to say hello to the new year, but I’m pretty much impressed about how human beings can be such good “cleaners” of what is going on around them. It’s a good thing for our mind safety, I know, but it’s like being Dorian Gray. Not Dorian, but the picture.
A nice movie. Since it deals with youngsters following her guts and thinking at the same time, it deals with something really nice today. Unfortunately there’s the opposite side of the coin, a too fast end of the movie.
Carey Mulligan plays an interesting role of the tiny, complex, braniac cute girl with compulsory dreams of fun, career, family. Instead of following the usual suspects (parents, teachers, good friends, coeds), she follows an older guy; she decides to accept the crimes of the new company she’s involved with and finally decides the most probably ending, getting an education and a graduation.
Hornby contained, the 60’s not so swinging, even if you’re not used to Austin Powers’ psychedelic experiences. All the sense of void, the pain for the prospected boring life as a woman in that world are well represented. This is definitely a matter of someone born decades before she should.
Things that happens.