Invictus
Out of the night that covers me, Black as the
Pit goes from pole to pole, I thank whatever gods may
be for my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud anxiety.
Under the blows of the ax
fate of my head is bloody, but unbowed.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears Looms but the horror of
shadows
yet the menace of the years Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.
It matters not how strait the gate, How charged with punishments the
life.
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.
William Ernest Henley
Yesterday I went to see Invictus, the last film directed by the excellent (I think) Clint Eastwood.
I was glad to go on the day it came out of Tim Burton's Alice: I was happy because everybody was crowded for the release of this film, snubbing Invictus, which we enjoyed in 15 spectators, all completely seated where we liked best , with coats leaning on the seat beside or in front, bags resting on other seats, in short, with all the calm and without the crowds when the room is crowded.
a real luxury.
I liked this projection "intimate" because it seemed to be in the family: some comments could be heard, but did not bother, especially during the endless projection of the trailer before the movie. I
has much to reflect the "fuck you" and the chorus of "assholes" and "but go to hell bastards!" who raised the new laccatissimo, silly and false commercials Intesa San Paolo. That feel-good to be clear of the two friends who grow up together and once mature they decide to revive the asylum who had attended. Will they succeed? - Asks the spot - Banca Intesa and promptly responds: I do not know, but we are with them to achieve their dreams.
Well, I would say if you really would like to help me realize my dreams, at least you answer to my proposal to work, even for a dry no.
made me feel a little less alone the contempt that all those present, without exception, have poured on this spot - sorry if I say - fucking .
Much appreciated the joke of the guy sitting behind me who asked, just to be heard, about the movie (which is interrupted by long sequences of rugby): "Hey, but there will also be the third time?" :)))
But we said of the film. I think it is a good film, their faces right (Morgan Freeman is impressive: it is the same as Nelson Mandela, so much so that in the movies "vintage" is hard to distinguish the real Nelson Mandela by the plaintiff. Also, in my opinion Matt Damon fits perfectly for the part dell'africaner sports and son of wealthy parents who fear losing their privileges.) They are just also long sequences rugby, which might otherwise be boring, but here, perhaps, help a lot more to get to the heart of the story, so that the end really seems to be in South Africa in 1995 to cheer Springbok!
The value of this film is definitely strong, charismatic portrait of Nelson Mandela, his kindness, his strength of character and humanity, the ability to drive and judge. I hasten to state, to avoid political controversy, which speaks to what emerges from the movie: do not know well the history and political vicissitudes of Nelson Mandela, so I'm not talking in general . Surely this large sporting rebirth of South Africa (and perhaps also political and moral) have helped other people (especially the coach of Springbox), which in the film are definitely in the background, but then you must make choices.
Very intelligent analysis that makes Mandela sport, and the message that comes from the film: the sport as a vehicle for a positive message aggregation, for example. But also, I might add, the people ox, which is being drawn uncritically in sporting events. This is not the case represented by the film, but there is always a second side of the coin, no?
During the credits I thought a lot about this film, which also had the honor to me to discover a beautiful poem. Thanks Clint, and thanks to those who have decided to put it in the film.
Perhaps it is a naive film, positive, feel-good I would say almost, when compared with Million Dollar Baby. Of course, the theme is very different, perhaps you can not make comparisons, but I left with a question: once - and losers - the Rugby World Cup, what happened in South Africa? The atmosphere of love, cooperation, unity of the country remained rainbow, or it was just a flash in the pan, this?
Well, certainly not for Clint Eastwood's take on the answer, rather than to history.
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