segunda-feira, 26 de janeiro de 2009

O estranho caso de Benjamin Button

Um conto de F. Scott Fritzgerald deu origem a esta história.
Imaginemos nós, que a nossa vida tem duas linhas principais orientadoras na nossa evolução. Uma distingue a evolução fisica, o crescimento, amadurecimento e envelhecimento. A outra distingue a nossa capacidade de adquirir conhecimento, de aprendizado e depois de decadência mental. Agora imagine-se como poderia ser uma vida se estas linhas orientadoras viajassem em sentidos opostos. Este deve ter sido o exercício que David Fincher tentou trazer até nós através deste estranho caso.

Se formos a ver o filme é uma coisa simples, de uma história de vida, a de Daisy (Cate Blanchett) e que conta coisas da vida que poderiam ter sido e não foram, ou que aconteceram mas podiam ter sido evitadas, e que está muito bem filmada, sempre com o espectro de encararmos a morte como algo consumado. São várias as vezes que Benjamin, encontra a morte dos seus colegas de lar, enquanto ele próprio regredia na sua vida e rejuvenescia-se. Achei magnifica a cena do acidente de Daisy, a forma como foram colocados os "ses da vida" em cada momento de quem teve alguma influência naquela situação.
Gostei também de perceber que passei quase 3 horas no cinema e não dei pelo tempo a passar, tal forma como o filme está apetecível.

Os efeitos especiais estão fantásticos e alguém consegue imaginar o Brad Pitt quando ficar velho e cheio de artroses? Pois aqui está uma possibilidade ...

Citações:
Benjamin Button: Sometimes we're on a collision course, and we just don't know it. Whether it's by accident or by design, there's not a thing we can do about it. A woman in Paris was on her way to go shopping, but she had forgotten her coat - went back to get it. When she had gotten her coat, the phone had rung, so she'd stopped to answer it; talked for a couple of minutes. While the woman was on the phone, Daisy was rehearsing for a performance at the Paris Opera House. And while she was rehearsing, the woman, off the phone now, had gone outside to get a taxi. Now a taxi driver had dropped off a fare earlier and had stopped to get a cup of coffee. And all the while, Daisy was rehearsing. And this cab driver, who dropped off the earlier fare; who'd stopped to get the cup of coffee, had picked up the lady who was going to shopping, and had missed getting an earlier cab. The taxi had to stop for a man crossing the street, who had left for work five minutes later than he normally did, because he forgot to set off his alarm. While that man, late for work, was crossing the street, Daisy had finished rehearsing, and was taking a shower. And while Daisy was showering, the taxi was waiting outside a boutique for the woman to pick up a package, which hadn't been wrapped yet, because the girl who was supposed to wrap it had broken up with her boyfriend the night before, and forgot.
Benjamin Button: When the package was wrapped, the woman, who was back in the cab, was blocked by a delivery truck, all the while Daisy was getting dressed. The delivery truck pulled away and the taxi was able to move, while Daisy, the last to be dressed, waited for one of her friends, who had broken a shoelace. While the taxi was stopped, waiting for a traffic light, Daisy and her friend came out the back of the theater. And if only one thing had happened differently: if that shoelace hadn't broken; or that delivery truck had moved moments earlier; or that package had been wrapped and ready, because the girl hadn't broken up with her boyfriend; or that man had set his alarm and got up five minutes earlier; or that taxi driver hadn't stopped for a cup of coffee; or that woman had remembered her coat, and got into an earlier cab, Daisy and her friend would've crossed the street, and the taxi would've driven by. But life being what it is - a series of intersecting lives and incidents, out of anyone's control - that taxi did not go by, and that driver was momentarily distracted, and that taxi hit Daisy, and her leg was crushed.


Mrs. Maple: Benjamin, we're meant to lose the people we love. How else would we know how important they are to us?

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