Saturday, 29 June 2013

One decade without my hero


It’s all over, Red.

Silence will fill your lungs,
Darkness will fill your eyes
And eternity will grasp forever
The part of you that never dies.

That’s it, dear.

That was the last smile you set free.
That was the last time you looked behind you,
And was the last sight you’ll ever see.
And it’s only two thousand and three.

It’s been ten years, now, friend.
And I don’t think we’re used to it.
There’s still a void that spells your name
And an empty place where you used to sit.

I’ll promise you this instant
That so long as I’ve a voice to speak
There’ll be one name escaping my lips
And forgotten you will never be

In five seconds you became my hero
Your spirit fit me like a glove
Your voice echoed like no one else’s
You were almost too easy to love

I was trapped in fear,
When you rescued me
And you showed me a life
Like I wished it would be
It was there and saw it,
I was finally free. 
I wish you could’ve known
What you have done for me.


Seeing your face reminds me
That I can be a missing link
And every time I feel alone
It’s you giving me a wink
Saying “It’s fine, kiddo,
Or, at least, I think.”
When I looked at you, I knew
And someway, you knew it too
It would not end right then and there
Who else could it be but you?

After a long and healthy life,
We have lovingly laid you to rest,
Certain that of what the world can offer
You most definitely took the best
And like that cold night in Gay Paris
As I stood underneath the rain
And I thought of my life thus far
So much time I spent in vain
And at that moment I believed
That your hands were moving mine
That your words would take my heart
And everything would at last be fine.
And it’s that unspeakable energy
Flying around me like a dove
That makes me believe you know it
And you do it out of love.


I will always feel it, friend
The pain of not having you,
In the happiest night of life,

I’ll have that reason to be blue.
Remember what you couldn’t do,
But, promise me you’ll also remember
That night I laid down crying
In that sad, sad, December
Who was there to offer me solace?

Why, who else but you?
The cheekbones of solid gold,
The soul with a ring of truth
And I’m so sorry that you’re resting now
So I can never tell you why
You’re still living just as much
As long before the day you died.


This long rest now lasts ten years
But I will now, like every day,

Ask you, if you please, my star,
To, once again, show me the way.


Ten years without Katharine Hepburn, June 29th 2013


Sunday, 23 June 2013

Today's Blog is a Vlog!: What is going on in Brazil? + Movie Bits and Pieces

Howdy, pals and gals!
You said you liked the style, and it's about all I've got time for.
Here's today's vlog!



Forgive the appearance. It was 7:30 a.m. and I'm not a movie star!

So long,
Marcela

Sunday, 9 June 2013

Camille (1936)



I'll begin this with an apology: I know I've been absent. For the entire year of 2013, I have had an average of two posts a month. That's once every two weeks. I'm a busy woman, but I can certainly double that number if I really try. So now I'm going out on the limb and doing something I don't do very much: Here comes a movie review!

Camille (1936) is a rather well-known movie, thanks, in no small part, to its main star, Greta Garbo. The movie rivals Ninotchka (1939) for Garbo's finest talking performance and it was perhaps her most significant shot at an Academy Award. The commotion towards her performance as Marguerite is, as far as I'm concerned, completely warranted. Garbo is charming, not in the mysterious, unapproachable way we were used to, but in an earthy, sweet way she has no trouble mastering. Robert Taylor, her co-star, couldn't be blamed if he fell into the background, but I'm glad to say this wasn't the case. Taylor most definitely held his own and Garbo was able to bounce off him beautifully. 

The movie was based on a novel by Alexandre Dumas, the timeless author of The Three Musketeers. But Athos, Porthos and Aramis couldn't be further from the storyline of this pure and crystalline romance. Camille tells the story of a woman who inadvertently attracts the attention of a man with not much wealth, but loads of charm to make up for it. Her intention was to flirt with a second man, a Baron, who not only is wildly attracted to her, but is willing to provide a life of luxury. As she is courted by both men, she decides to let her ambition speak louder and she chooses the richer option. However, as her health begins to ail, she is forced to face the reality that love is a much better company than money in her final hours.

Camille has the very visible fingerprint of the "woman's director" George Cukor, as Garbo is front and center as the protagonist. Her performance is gentle and with a touch of subtlety, beginning the contrast with her overacted style, typical of silent films, that had yet to disappear completely from her performances. This time she is purely a talking actress, and her facial expressions are borderline understated. It's in all possible ways a delightful performance, for which Garbo deserved many more accolades than she ended up receiving. That isn't to say that she single-handedly carried the movie through: Her supporting cast was wonderful in its own right, and permitted the star of Garbo to shine even brighter.

I highly recommend this movie even if you are not a fan of period pieces. The story transcends the test of time.

So long,
Marcela