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Comedias románticas

El último domingo me lo pasé viendo pelis con Tatiana, una amiga que es crítica de cine y escribe en un blog  para el periódico Tribuna do Norte. Super inspirada, ayer ella publicó un texto que me pareció perfecto para nuestro blog. Le invité, ella lo aceptó, y aquí tenemos su primera (espero que no última) colaboración en treintaomás:

“Domingo à tarde. Chuva e preguiça. E, pela enésima vez, eu e uma amiga vimos Julia Roberts se render aos encantos de Hugh Grant em ‘Um Lugar Chamado Notting Hill’. Logo, juntaram-se a outra amiga e a mãe dela. Comédia romântica é assim: poucas mulheres resistem, nem que seja pra ver a mesma cena final pela 347ª vez.

Resolvi escrever este post porque já fui daquelas que odeia comédia romântica. Roteiro previsível, heroínas chatas de tão perfeitinhas e música melosa demais. Era uma combinação que nunca me desceu muito bem. Mas aí surgiram os filmes de Richard Curtis e seu humor inglês irônico (começou com ‘Quatro Casamentos E Um Funeral’, passando por ‘Um Lugar Chamado…’ e chegou ao ápice com ‘Simplesmente Amor’), e comecei a apreciar um gênero mais sarcástico de comédias românticas – que às vezes nem chegam a ser comédias.

Recentemente, o exemplar de tal gênero que mais deu o que falar entre os cinéfilos foi ‘500 Dias com Ela’. Segundo o o próprio filme anuncia, uma história em que um rapaz conhece uma garota, mas que não é uma história de amor. Na verdade – e ouso corrigir o narrador – o filme conta, sim, uma história de amor. Mas é daquelas que se aproximam mais da realidade, em que uma das partes não é correspondida e o seu rosário de desilusões nos parece tão familiar e o protagonista, tão carismático, que não dá para não achar o filme romântico. Porque independentemente dos foras que ele leva, o protagonista continua acreditando no amor.

Em ‘500 Dias com Ela’, Tom acredita que não será feliz até o dia em que encontrar “a” garota. E o filme conclui que a gente pode ficar desencantado e até cansado de procurar. Em ‘Forças do Destino’, comédia romântica com uma Sandra Bullock ainda não-oscarizada, o mocinho não escolhe a mocinha, e o filme é não menos interessante, justamente porque mostra que nem sempre fazemos escolhas baseadas na emoção. Em ‘Simplesmente Amor’, a personagem de Laura Linney troca uns bons amassos e um romancezinho com ninguém menos que o Rodrigo Santoro para prestar assistência a um irmão problemático. Porque nós fazemos, mesmo, muita besteira nesta vida.

Eu gosto mais desse gênero de comédia romântica. Porque romance, de verdade, não é como aqueles de Hollywood. Ele demora a chegar, dá trabalho, eventualmente cansa, e uma hora, acaba. Mas, mesmo assim, me rendo eventualmente a Julias Roberts e seus mocinhos nos finais de semana. Porque tudo o que a gente quer, às vezes, é se render ao sonho do cinema e esquecer que romance dá trabalho. Do mesmo modo com que alguns gostam de ver um bom roteiro de ação no qual, depois de dezenas de porradas, o mocinho sempre se sai bem, outros gostam do conforto das comédias, em que, por mais que haja mil peripécias, a mocinha estará muito bem ao lado do seu mocinho ao final. Mesmo que, na vida, isso raramente aconteça.

Tatiana Lima”

Translation:

Sunday afternoon. Rain and laziness. And for the umpteenth time, a friend and I saw Julia Roberts to surrender to the charms of Hugh Grant in ‘Notting Hill’. Soon, another friend and her mother joined usRomantic comedy is this: few women resist, if only to see the same scene by the end of 347 th time.

I decided to write this post because I was of those who hate romantic comedy.Screenplay predictable, so boring TRAXPLAYER heroines and other mellow music. It was a combination that never went down very well. But then came the films of Richard Curtis and his wry English humor (started with ‘Four Weddings and a Funeral’, through ‘Notting Hill’ and came to a head with ‘Love Actually’), and began to enjoy a more sarcastic genre of romantic comedies – which sometimes will not even be comedies. 

Recently, the exemplar of a kind which gave more to talk to moviegoers was ‘500 Days of Summer ‘. According the film announces itself, a story in which a boy meets a girl, but that is not a love story. In fact – and I dare correct the narrator – the film tells, yes, a love story. But it is those that are closer to the reality in which one party is not matched his string of disappointments and it seems so familiar and the protagonist, so charismatic that you can not help find the romantic movie. Because regardless of the outs he leads, the protagonist still believe in love. 

In ‘500 Days of Summer’, Tom believes that it will not be happy until the day we find” the “girl. And the film concludes that we may become disenchanted and tired of looking up.In “Forces of Nature ‘, a romantic comedy with Sandra Bullock, Oscar-winning yet, the hero does not choose the girl, and the film is no less interesting, just because it shows that not always make choices based on emotion. In ‘Love Actually’, the character of Laura Linney prefers assisting a troubled brother than to exchange a few passionate kisses with none other than Rodrigo Santoro. As we do, indeed, a lot of bullshit in this life. 

I like more of this genre of romantic comedy. For romance, really, is not like those of Hollywood. He is delayed, employs eventually tired, and an hour is over. But even so, I surrender eventually Julia Roberts and his good guys on the weekends. For all that we want sometimes is to surrender to the dream of romance movies and forget that it takes work. In the same way that some like to see a good course of action in which, after dozens of blows, the good guy always comes out well, others like the comfort of comedies, in which, for more than one thousand adventures there, the girl is well next to her beloved one at the end. Even in life, this happens rarely.

23/06/2011 at 3:01 3 comments

make up make

Entre mis compras del viaje, un paso más a la vida adulta: el maquillaje.

Porque no basta con empezar a usar tacones. Si una quiere de verdad hacerse mujer, aparte de ello hay que saber cómo maquillarse. Y, por supuesto, tener lo mínimo necesário para hacerlo en casa.

Así que aprovechando el paseo a por las sandálias perfectas, nos presentamos, Nina y yo, en la tienda de MAC. Le miré a la chica en la cara (que no podría estar más maquillada) y le dije:

– A ver. No tengo ni idea de como maquillarme. Así que tú me lo enseñas y, al final, lo que me digas me lo llevo todo.

Y así fue como me compré mi primer kit make up completo:

Y ya que el tema es maquillaje, me gustaría presentaros este blog de una amiga de mi hermana (a lo mejor no lo comprendéis todo porque está en portugués, pero hay unos vídeos super explicativos). La chica es una alucinada por maquillaje y decidió empezar este blog hace ya un poco más de 1 año, si no me equivoco. Hoy, aparte del maquillaje, habla de otros temas como uñas, pelos y moda. Para este último, cuenta con la participación especial de una amiga, por lo visto especialista en el tema.

Se llama: Make up Make y en lo que se refiere al make up propiamento dicho, me gusta porque habla de qué te tienes que comprar, las últimas novedades del mercado, como disfrazar tus imperfecciones y, lo mejor, estos vídeos tutoriales super prácticos  explicando paso a paso cómo hacerte aquella mirada iluminada o estos ojos negros tan bonitos que siempre ves en las revistas.

La cosa ha ido tan requetebien, que hoy el blog se ha convertido en página web, con derecho incluso a la venta de espacio publicitario! A que es una verdadera inspiración??

Translation:

Among my shopping trip a step closer to adulthood: the makeup.

Because it is not enough  just starting to wear heels. If I  want to become a real woman, apart from that , I was necessary knowing how makeup. And, of course, have the minimum necessary to do it at home by myself.

Taking advantage of the walk by searching our perfect sandals, Nina and I, stopped at the MAC store. I looked at the girl on the face (which could not be more made-up) and said:

– Let’s see. I have no idea how to do my makeup. So you teach me, and finally, if you say I must have it,  I’ll take it.

And that’s how I got my first full make up kit: (photo)

And since the subject is makeup, I’d like to present you the blog of a friend of my sister (maybe not comprehend it all because it is in Portuguese, but there are some videos super explanatory). The girl is deluded by makeup and decided to start this blog a little more than 1 year ago, if I remember correctly. Today, apart from the makeup, she tals about other issues such as nails, hair and fashion. For the latter, with the special participation of a friend, apparently a specialist in the subject.

It’s called Make up Make and  I like it because it presents to you what you have to have, the latest market developments, explains how to disguise your imperfections and, the best all, she has these super practical tutorial videos explaining  step by step how to become enlightened, or how to prepare those beautiful black eyes that you always see in magazines.

Things have gone so well, today’s blog has become a web page with the right even to sell advertising space! Does not it really inspires you?

13/05/2011 at 3:46 2 comments

Sunday, lovely sunday

Hay días, en la vida de una, en los que lo único que necesitas es poder sentarte en una mesa con buenas amigas y, mientras bebéis unas copitas de vino, hablar todo lo que puedas.

Desde que me vine a vivir en Brasil, echo de menos estos días de chicas. La complicidad, el saber que te escuchan sin juzgarte. Conseguir encontrar personas con las que de verdad te identificas, es muy difícil. Crear una red de amigos que compartan tus mismos gustos, necesita trabajo. Construir una amistad de verdad, lleva tiempo. Y llevo aquí solamente 7 meses.

Así que, cuando los vuelcos de la vida me dejaron sin saber adónde ir y, aun teniendo la família cerca, me hacía falta esta terapia, no medí esfuerzos. Aproveché los días que me había cogido para la semana santa, cruzé el charco y fui a encontrarme aquella que viene siendo mi amiga, hermana, consejera y psicóloga a lo largo de muchos añoscasi toda mi vida. Más todavía, los últimos 7 años, en los que compartimos muchas cosas en Sevilla.

Fue así que, en un domingo de sol incomun para la casi siempre gris Londres, Nina me recogió en el aeropuerto de Heathrow. Cuando la vi supe que había hecho lo correcto.

Del aeropuerto a casa, a cambiarnos. De casa, a Covent Garden, dónde se nos unió Elisinha (que ahora vive en Cambridge y vino a Londres en caracter de urgencia a pedido de Nina para ayudarla en el proyecto hacerle reir a la Ju). Y, como me conocen más que demasiado bien, me llevaron a comer en el restaurante Jamie’s Italian, de Jamie Oliver. Sí, el mismísimo Jamie, del que tanto hablo. Yo no conocía a su restaurante, así que más encantada imposible.

fuente:página del restaurante

Y así pasamos la tarde: entre orgías gastronómicas y mucho vino. Riéndonos, charlando, actualizándonos unas a las otras. Los entrantes estaban divinos! Nos pedimos unas tablas con embutido y unos champiñones al gratín que estaban para chuparse los dedos. De segundo,yo probé la pasta del día, con cordero y salsa de tomate, que estaba bastante rica. Pero para el  postre he pedido la panacota y no me ha gustado para nada! Y es que no se parecía ni un pelín a la panacota original. Al menos a la que yo conozco… En realidad, debo decir que me decepcionó un poco, porque con lo fan que soy de sus recetas (y creanme, he probado muchas en casa), la comida en el restaurante no me ha sorprendido mucho. En realidad, lo que más me molestó fue que el vino nos lo han servido caliente. A mí me gusta el vino fresquito y con la temperatura que hace en Londres,no sé porqué el vino lo tenían tan caliente. Se lo comentamos al camarero y este nos trajo un cubo con hielo para que lo pusiéramos alli un ratito, hasta que se quedara más fresquito.

Ahora, la decoración chulísima y los camareros muy simpaticos. Los cuartos de baño son super modernos y de verdad el ambiente entero te invita a estar alli un buen rato. De hecho, me ha gustado tanto que hemos vuelto allí a cenar el miércoles siguiente. Pero, aunque esta vez la comida fue más acertada, otra vez nos sirvieron el vino caliente.

O sea, que os lo recomiendo. Pero si tuviera la oportunidad de hablarlo en persona con el Jamie, no dejaría de comentar que me he decepcionado un poco. Siempre pienso que mejor saber la opinión real de la gente, que seguir haciendo las cosas creyendo que lo estás haciendo bien por falta de críticas constructivas.

Después de comer, paseamos por las calles de Convent, pasando por el mercado, con su feria de antiguedades y estos bares y cafeterias tan chulos. Había un ambiente increíble, con muchísima gente, música, artistas de calle, puestos de artesanía, enfin, cosas que harían cualquiera perderse algunas horitas paseando por allí.

Y, al final de la tarde, nos encontramos a este pequeño Pub escondido en una callecita dónde nos surpendió un grupo que tocaba al jazz en directo y que tenía una cantante con una voz preciosa! Nos quedamos alli, hablando un poco más, tomandonos nuestras pints y escuchando aquella musica. Al final del día, me sentía afortunada por poder disfrutar de un domingo tan lindo, al lado de amigas a las que quiero tanto y a las que echo muchísimo de menos!

Translation:

There are days in which all you need is to sit at a table with good friends and while you drink a glass of wine, talk as much as you can.

Since I came to live in Brazil, I miss these girls days. Those complicity. Know that you are being listened to without any type of prejudice. Get to find people that you really identify with yourself: it is very difficult. Create a network of friends who share your same tastes, needs some work. Build a real friendship takes time. And I’ve been here only 7 months.

So, when life twists left me not knowing where to go and, still having the family around, I needed this therapy, I just did not measure efforts. I took the days I had taken for Easter, crossed the ocean and went to meet that one who have been my friend, sister, counselor and psychologist for my whole life. Even more still during the last 7 years, in which we share many things in Seville.

Thus, in a sunny Sunday (uncommon for London almost always gray), Nina picked me up at Heathrow airport. When I saw her I knew I had done the right thing.

Shortly after passing by the house to change, we went to downtown to meet with Elisinha (who now lives in Cambridge and came to London in a matter of urgency at the request of Nina to help in the draft to make me laugh). And, as Ithey know me, took me to eat at Jamie’s Italian restaurant. Yes, the real Jamie!  I have never been there before, so it was the perfect choice!

And so we spent the afternoon: between gastronomic orgies and much wine. Laughing, chatting, updating each other. The starters were divine! We asked a few portions of  sausage and mushroom gratin which were scrumptious. As a second, I tried the pasta of the day, with lamb and tomato sauce, which was quite rich. But for dessert I asked for the panacota and I did not like at all! And it did not seem even a tad to the original panacota. At least from what I know … In fact, I must say I was a little disappointed, because while I am fan of his recipes (and believe me, I have tried many at home), the food in his restaurant was not very surprising. Actually, what bothered me most was that the wine we have been served was a bit hot. I like the wine cool and with this temperature in London I just do not know why the wine were so hot. We commented it to the waiter and he kindly brought us a bucket of ice so we put it there for a while.

But I have to say that the restaurant has a very cool decor and very friendly waiters. The bathrooms are super modern and really the whole environment invites you to be there a while. In fact, I liked it so much that we returned there for dinner the following Wednesday. But,  even tough this time the food was more successful, again they served us warm wine.

In other words, I recommend it. But if I had the opportunity to speak in person with Jamie, I could not fail to mention that I was a little disappointed. I always think it’s better to know the real opinion of the people, than continue to do things believing that you’re doing well because of lack of constructive criticism.

After lunch, we strolled through the streets of Convent Garden, through the market, with its antique fair and these bars and cafes so cool. There was an incredible atmosphere, with many people, music, street performers, craft stalls, enfin, things that would make anyone spend some hours walking around there.

And by late afternoon, we met this little pub tucked away in a lane where we were surprised by a jazz band that played live and had a singer with a beautiful voice! We stood there, talking a little more, taking our pints and listening to that music. At the end of the day, I was fortunate to enjoy a Sunday so cute, next to friends whom I love so much and I miss even more!

28/04/2011 at 4:05 8 comments

20s * 20s in 37°23’N (aka PechaKucha in Seville)

Coincidences of life: while preparing yet another presentation for a conference, an email pops up from P. announcing an event with a strange name: PechaKucha.

PechaKucha is an event in which a presenter has 20 slides and 20 seconds per image (20s * 20s) to get his/her message across.  The origin of this format is the land of minimalism: Japan.  The idea started as an event in Tokyo in 2003, where young artists met to discuss, network and get inspired.  The underlying message: get to the point.

And so I get to know this morning, PechaKucha will be in Seville (37°23’N ) next Tueday 15th March.  The event will take place at Teatro Alameda at 9pm.  With presentations such as Tapas and Tweets, CityThinking and Networks&Ecology, I have no doubt it will be an inspiring evening.  Always happy to be surprised.

As it happens, today 8/03 is also woman’s day.  Most of the newspapers have compiled their own list of important women.  So why not compile my own list of inspiring women in pechakucha style…and so… here’s my selection in 20 images:

Let us know more women who have inspired you … and hope to see you next Tuesday. If you’re still not convinced watch the video below.  In the meantime, happy woman’s day …

08/03/2011 at 17:39 3 comments


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