Marty Supreme

a. Supongo que lo monse de mis capturas indican algo.
b. Ver a Abel Ferrara está entre lo mejor o lo mejor, simplemente.
c. Ya dije: Chalamet seguro terminará siendo un gran actor, pero a mí me cae mal. Por lo menos, hasta ahora. No obstante, en los Óscar venideros se verá su peso en la industria hollywoodense. 
d. Eso de la miel del judío me hizo recordar a Arguedas. 
e. Dicen que está inspirada en un tenista en particular, pero supongo que sin llegar a ser un biopic
f. ¿Tiene Chalamet rostro y cuerpo de los años 50?

Marty Supreme (2025)
De Josh Safdie.
Con Timothée Chalamet, Gwyneth Paltrow Odessa A'zion y Abel Ferrara

A Complete Unknown

a. La importancia de la moto en este nuevo biopic.
b. Me va quedando claro que el no ir a recibir el Premio Nobel fue otra condecoración, una ya auto condecoración. 
c. En La extraña pasajera, le dice Bette Davis a Paul Henreid "No pidamos la luna, tenemos las estrellas".
d. ¿Se habrán cuidado de evitar las imágenes de los otros biopic? Como la guitarra de matar fascistas, por ejemplo. 
e. "¿Vienes a que te vea escribir?", le dice Joan Baez. Una frase que podría sintetizar al patriarcado en el entorno artístico. 
f. Tenía un prejuicio contra Chamalet, pero creo que no lo hace mal. Con la misma pareja de la pela de Allen.
g. Queda claro que en esta pela hay un enfoque por resaltar las letras de Dylan. Con mayor razón, pues, sigo pensando que en la mayoría de los casos me gustan más los cóvers que hacen de él.
h. Demoré en sacar a Edward Norton. 
i. "your orphan with his gun", "I'm one too many mornings", "Mama, you are on my mind... I'd just be curious to know if you can see yourself as clear / As someone who has had you on his mind", "There is use in talking / And there's no need for blame / There is nothing to prove / Everything still is the same", "Two-wheeled gypsy queen" ¿una moto?, "How does it feel to be on your own? / With no direction home", "Come gather 'round, people, wherever you roam / And admit that the waters around you have grown / And accept it that soon you'll be drenched to the bone / If your time to you is worth savin' / And you better start swimmin' or you'll sink like a stone / For the times, they are a-changin'", "Heard the roar of a wave that could drown the whole world / Heard one hundred drummers whose hands were a-blazin' / Heard ten thousand whisperin' and nobody listenin'... Heard the song of a poet who died in the gutter", "You're the reason I'm a-travelin' on / But don't think twice, it's all right", "They say that Pat Garrett's got your number / So sleep with one eye open when you slumber".
j. "Blowin' in the wind" de Bob Dylan. 

How many roads must a man walk down
Before you call him a man?
How many seas must the white dove sail
Before she sleeps in the sand?
Yes, and how many times must the cannonballs fly
Before they're forever banned?
The answer, my friend
Is blowin' in the wind
The answer is blowin' in the wind

Yes, and how many years can a mountain exist
Before it is washed to the sea?
Yes, and how many years can some people exist
Before they're allowed to be free?
Yes, and how many times can a man turn his head
And pretend that he just doesn't see?
The answer, my friend
Is blowin' in the wind
The answer is blowin' in the wind

Yes, and how many times must a man look up
Before he can see the sky?
Yes, and how many ears must one man have
Before he can hear people cry?
Yes, and how many deaths will it take till he knows
That too many people have died?
The answer, my friend
Is blowin' in the wind
The answer is blowin' in the wind

k. "I Was Young When I Left Home" de Bobd Dylan.

I was young when I left home
An' I been out a-ramblin' round
An' I never wrote a letter to my home
To my home, lord, to my home
An' I never wrote a letter to my home

It was just the other day
I was bringin' home my pay
When I met an' old friend I used to know
Said: Your mother is dead an' gone
An' your sisters all gone wrong
An' your daddy needs you home right away

Not a shirt on my back
Not a penny on my name
But I can't go home this a-way
This a-way, lord, this a-way
An' I can't go home this a-way

If you miss the train I'm on
Count the days I'm gone
You will hear that whistle blow hundred miles
Hundred miles, honey baby, lord, lord, lord
An' you'll hear that whistle blow hundred miles
An' I'm playin' on a track, ma'd come an' woop me back
On them trusses down by Ol' Jim McKay's
When I pay the debt I own to the commissary store
I will pawn my watch an' chain an' go home
Go home, lord, lord, lord
I will pawn my watch an' chain an' go home

Used to tell my ma sometimes
When I see them ridin' blind
Gonna make me a home out in the wind
In the wind, lord in the wind
Make me a home out in the wind
I don't like it in the wind
I go back home again
But I can't go home this a-way
This a-way, lord, lord, lord
An' I can go home this a-way
I was young when I left home
An' I been out a-ramblin' round
An' I never wrote a letter to my home
To my home, lord, to my home
An' I never wrote a letter to my home

l. "Girl from the North Country" de Bob Dylan.

If you're travelin' in the north country fair
Where the winds hit heavy on the borderline
Remember me to one who lives there
For she once was a true love of mine

If you go when the snowflakes storm
When the rivers freeze and summer ends
Please see she has a coat so warm
To keep her from the howlin' winds

Please see if her hair hangs long
If it rolls and flows all down her breast
Please see for me if her hair's hangin' long
For that's the way I remember her best

I'm a-wonderin' if she remembers me at all
Many times I've often prayed
In the darkness of my night
In the brightness of my day
So if you're travelin' in the north country fair
Where the winds hit heavy on the borderline
Remember me to one who lives there
For she once was a true love of mine

ll. "Go away from my window" de Joan Baez (Que quizá se pueda contraponer al "I'm your man" de Leonard Cohen)

Go away from my window
Leave at your own chosen speed
I′m not the one you want, babe
I'm not the one you need

You say you′re lookin' for someone
Who's never weak, but always strong
To protect you and defend you
Whether you are right or wrong
Someone to open each and every door
But it ain′t me, babe
No, no, no, it ain′t me, babe
It ain't me you′re lookin' for, babe

Go lightly from the ledge, babe
Go lightly on the ground
I′m not the one you want, babe
I'll only let you down

You say you′re lookin' for someone
Who'll promise never to part
Someone to close his eyes for you
Someone to close his heart
Someone who will die for you and more
But it ain′t me, babe
No, no, no, it ain′t me, babe
It ain't me you′re lookin' for, babe

Go melt back in the night
Everything inside is made of stone
There′s nothing in here moving
And anyway, I'm not alone

You say you′re lookin' for someone
Who'll pick you up each time you fall
To gather flowers constantly
And to come each time you call
A lover for your life and nothing more
But it ain′t me, babe
No, no, no, it ain′t me, babe
It ain't me you′re lookin' for, babe

A Complete Unknown (2024)
Vinculada a Bob Dylan.
De James Mangold.
Con Timothée Chalamet, Edward Norton, Elle Fanning, Monica Barbaro, Scoot McNairy y Boyd Holbrook

Interstellar

a. Loca la capacidad de Nolan para hacer visual y narrativa algunos conceptos astrofísicos o algo así.  Lo digo por el teseracto. 

b. Dicen que por un tema de marketing o de efectos, no avisaron de la presencia de la Damon en el estreno. 
c. "Do not go gentle into that good night" de Dylan Thomas, traducido por José A. Zorrilla

No entres sin luchar en esa noche hermosa

Los viejos debéis de fulgir y gritar en el crepúsculo

Pelea, pelea contra la muerte de la luz.

Aunque los ancianos sabios acepten un fin de tinieblas

Porque sus palabras no alumbraron rayos

No entres sin luchar en noche hermosa.

Hombres cabales, en su último suspiro, gritan cuan brillantes

hubiesen podido bailar sus frágiles hazañas en una corona de triunfo

Pelea, pelea contra la muerte de la luz.

Hombres duros detuvieron al sol en su vuelo y lo cantaron

Aunque entendiesen luego que solo lo habían afligido en su curso

No entres sin luchar en esa noche hermosa

Hombres graves, cercanos a la muerte, ciegos ya

Los ojos ciegos pueden fulgir como meteoros y cantar

Pelea, pelea contra la muerte de la luz.

Y tú, mi padre, allá en la triste altura

Maldice, bendíceme con tus duras lágrimas

No entres sin luchar en esa noche hermosa

Pelea, pelea contra la muerte de la luz.

Interstellar (2014)
De Christopher Nolan.
Con Matthew McConaughey, Anne Hathaway, Jessica Chastain, John Lithgow, Timothée Chalamet, Michael Caine y Matt Damon

Beautiful Boy

a. "Let It Enfold You" de Charles Bukowski.

Either peace or happiness,
let it enfold you

when I was a young man
I felt these things were
dumb, unsophisticated.
I had bad blood, a twisted
mind, a precarious
upbringing.

I was hard as granite, I
leered at the
sun.

I trusted no man and
especially no
woman.

I was living a hell in
small rooms, I broke
things, smashed things,
walked through glass,
cursed.

I challenged everything,
was continually being
evicted, jailed, in and
out of fights, in and out
of my mind.
women were something
to screw and rail
at, I had no male
friends,

I changed jobs and
cities, I hated holidays,
babies, history,
newspapers, museums,
grandmothers,
marriage, movies,
spiders, garbagemen,
english accents, spain,
france, italy, walnuts and
the color
orange.
algebra angred me,
opera sickened me,
charlie chaplin was a
fake
and flowers were for
pansies.

peace and happiness to me
were signs of
inferiority,
tenants of the weak
and
addled
mind.

but as I went on with
my alley fights,
my suicidal years,
my passage through
any number of
women-it gradually
began to occur to
me
that I wasn't different

from the
others, I was the same,

they were all fulsome
with hatred,
glossed over with petty
grievances,
the men I fought in
alleys had hearts of stone.
everybody was nudging,
inching, cheating for
some insignificant
advantage,
the lie was the
weapon and the
plot was
empty,
darkness was the
dictator.

cautiously, I allowed
myself to feel good
at times.
I found moments of
peace in cheap
rooms
just staring at the
knobs of some
dresser
or listening to the
rain in the
dark.
the less I needed
the better I
felt.

maybe the other life had worn me
down.
I no longer found
glamour
in topping somebody
in conversation.
or in mounting the
body of some poor
drunken female
whose life had
slipped away into
sorrow.

I could never accept
life as it was,
i could never gobble
down all its
poisons
but there were parts,
tenuous magic parts
open for the
asking.

I re formulated
I don't know when,
date, time, all
that
but the change
occurred.
something in me
relaxed, smoothed
out.
i no longer had to
prove that I was a
man,

I didn't have to prove
anything.

I began to see things:
coffee cups lined up
behind a counter in a
cafe.
or a dog walking along
a sidewalk.
or the way the mouse
on my dresser top
stopped there
with its body,
its ears,
its nose,
it was fixed,
a bit of life
caught within itself
and its eyes looked
at me
and they were
beautiful.
then- it was
gone.

I began to feel good,
I began to feel good
in the worst situations
and there were plenty
of those.
like say, the boss
behind his desk,
he is going to have
to fire me.

I've missed too many
days.
he is dressed in a
suit, necktie, glasses,
he says, 'I am going
to have to let you go'

'it's all right' I tell
him.

He must do what he
must do, he has a
wife, a house, children,
expenses, most probably
a girlfriend.

I am sorry for him
he is caught.

I walk onto the blazing
sunshine.
the whole day is
mine
temporarily,
anyhow.

(the whole world is at the
throat of the world,
everybody feels angry,
short-changed, cheated,
everybody is despondent,
disillusioned)

I welcomed shots of
peace, tattered shards of
happiness.

I embraced that stuff
like the hottest number,
like high heels, breasts,
singing,the
works.
 
(don't get me wrong,
there is such a thing as cockeyed optimism
that overlooks all
basic problems just for
the sake of
itself-
this is a shield and a
sickness.)

The knife got near my
throat again,
I almost turned on the
gas
again
but when the good
moments arrived
again
I didn't fight them off
like an alley
adversary.
I let them take me,
I luxuriated in them,
I made them welcome
home.
I even looked into
the mirror
once having thought
myself to be
ugly,
I now liked what
I saw, almost
handsome, yes,
a bit ripped and
ragged,
scares, lumps,
odd turns,
but all in all,
not too bad,
almost handsome,
better at least than
some of those movie
star faces
like the cheeks of
a baby's
butt.

and finally I discovered
real feelings of
others,
unheralded,
like lately,
like this morning,
as I was leaving,
for the track,
i saw my wife in bed,
just the
shape of
her head there
(not forgetting
centuries of the living
and the dead and
the dying,
the pyramids,
Mozart dead
but his music still
there in the
room, weeds growing,
the earth turning,
the tote board waiting for
me)
I saw the shape of my
wife's head,
she so still,
I ached for her life,
just being there
under the
covers.

I kissed her in the
forehead,
got down the stairway,
got outside,
got into my marvelous
car,
fixed the seatbelt,
backed out the
drive.
feeling warm to
the fingertips,
down to my
foot on the gas
pedal,
I entered the world
once
more,
drove down the
hill
past the houses
full and empty
of
people,
I saw the mailman,
honked,
he waved
back
at me.

Beautiful Boy (2018)
De Felix van Groeningen.
Con Steve Carell, Maura Tierney, Jack Dylan Grazer, Amy Forsyth y Timothée Chalamet.

Call me by your name

a. ¿Aquí se da el despegue de la Chalamet?

Call me by your name (2017)
De Luca Guadagnino.
Con Timothée Chalamet, Armie Hammer, Michael Stuhlbarg, Amira Casar, Esther Garrel y Victoire Du Bois.

Dune

a. ¿Por qué en IMDB desaparecerá la referencia a la novela entre los guionistas?

Dune (2021)
Vinculada a Frank Herbert.
De Denis Villeneuve.
Con Timothée Chalamet, Rebecca Ferguson, Zendaya, Jason Momoa, Charlotte Rampling y Oscar Isaac.

A Rainy Day in New York

a. ¿En qué época será que no hay tanta presencia del celular?
b. Frank Sinatra: "En el ruido del tránsito. En el silencio de mi solitaria habitación, pienso en ti día y noche.".
c. "No sé por qué significa algo, pero significa todo".
d. Ella: "Me gustaría ser la del clima en la tele".
e. ¿El nivel de ansiedad, hostilidad y paranoia de una ciudad estimula?
f. "Estás en NY o no estás en ninguna parte".
g. ¿Su chapa es Gatsby?
h. Se supone que después el Chalamet se fue a hablar mal de Allen. Donó su sueldo o algo así. 

A Rainy Day in New York (2019)
De Woody Allen
Con Timothée Chalamet, Elle Fanning, Liev Schreiber, Selena Gomez, Jude Law, Kelly Rohrbach, Diego Luna, Annaleigh Ashford, Rebecca Hall y Suki Waterhouse

Little Women

a. También me cae muy bien Saorse Ronan.
b. "Dios todavía no ha conocido mi voluntad".
c. "Casada te aburrirás en dos años, pero nosotros seremos interesantes siempre".
d. "Seré honesto y trataré de reunir toda la inteligencia posible"

e. Tuyo, yo.
f. En lo personal, quizá la mejor pela del 2019. Quizá por lo que se trata de tal adaptación.

Little Women (2019)
Vinculada a Louisa May Alcott.
De Greta Gerwig
Con Saoirse Ronan, Emma Watson, Florence Pugh, Eliza Scanlen, Meryl Streep, Laura Dern, Timothée Chalamet y Louis Garrel