He travelled the world when Portugal was locked and alone. He tried marijuana at a party in Hollywood, and never returned. He stared Julie Christie long in the eye, and she fell a little bit in love. The Spanish adored him, and he gifted them with many films. He was a wrestler, and a tennis player in his youth. Maybe I met him in 1948, in a smoky Lisbon café, when he had acted with Amália Rodrigues and he called me little bifinho. HE CRIED. He wished he could have acted in COCTEAU movies and feared the dark when the projector was switched off and the film unspooled.
When it did, he went to a place where desire is always silverscreen
Showing posts with label cinema. Show all posts
Showing posts with label cinema. Show all posts
Friday, December 17, 2010
Saturday, October 2, 2010
Paradise

When a cinema dies, does it become a silent movie?
Lisboa has lost most of its movie palaces to the wrecking ball and the shopping mall. Even the porn cinema in Rossio has gone the same way. Is nothing sacred?


And.
Is there an artist moonlighting at the porn cinema, Cine-Paraiso, Rua Loreto, Lisboa?
I also saw Francois Ozon's 8 Femmes here...
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