"Chi ne ha accoppati quattro ci mette poco a fare cinque. "
tra i regali di natale, il babbo con barba baffi e tanto di renne e slitta, mi ha portato un po' di film d'autore...che idea geniale!
tra questi, c'era una volta il west.
spianate assolate e...lentezza, attesa, respiro, campi lunghi, visioni, previsioni e magnifico gioco di uomini veri, donne inarrivabili, polvere, duelli, crudeltà, la nuova ferrovia che spazza away mercilessly, building and grind it, the old world of knights without blemish and without effort.
fed with subtle irony and irresistible ..
"It was necessary that slaughter? I told you just to scare them. (Morton)
who dies is very scared. (Frank)"
.. plays a tightrope between conviction and nostalgic reference to roles now démodé
a film of absolute beauty. ancient and lost.
is comforting to know that before this our present insane speed without stopping and without thinking, but also and above all film, a reflection of the reality of modern times, there was a slow sound, creative and magical, able to enchant and to sigh. able to wait the time of the patient through the construction of an atmosphere of apparent calm, sunny and boundless. a movie where every action has its weight, a dust of powder with the force of a cyclone.
but perhaps
the real authentic
wonder the film is
music.
Ennio Moricone, gives us a soundtrack that evokes imaginary mythical and instills a feeling I almost shameful.
feel it and I get emotional. I hear and dream. the feel and flight, are elsewhere, dove non sono.
babbo natale è ancora in giro, prima che scompaia del tutto provate a chiedergli un ultimo favore...
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