Filme Babel (Babel)
Filme Babel (Babel)
Um trágico acidente envolvendo um casal norte-americano no Marrocos é o ponto de partida dessa produção. O filme conta a história de gente comum, vivendo em um mundo em constante transformação. A trama se desenvolve em diferentes locais do globo com personagens que em algum momento se cruzam em situações aparentemente banais, mas que levam a desfechos inesperados, que afetarão a vida de todos. Brad Pitt (Doze Homens e Outro Segredo), Cate Blancett, (ganhadora do Oscar por O Aviador) e Gael Garcia Bernal (Diários de Motocicleta) lideram o brilhante elenco internacional neste impressionante filme.
No inicio do filme pode parecer um pouco confuso, mas logo você começa a entender a história. Confesso que, pelos atores conhecidos, eu esperava mais do filme e o filme acaba mas fica o sentimento de que faltava alguma coisa.
Use o link abaixo para baixar o filme Babel.
Fue un buen partido. Alegre por la forma en que los &qatu;curas-sucias&qtoo; de ambos equipos se estan desarrollando. A UreÃ±a y Estrada hay que ponerles el ojo, van para grandes, sin embargo lo importante viene el Domingo, de nada vale si no ganamos contra Perez...Saludos!!
This is a little of a cheat on two cntous: (1) there are two quotes here and (2) neither are only one sentence. I couldn't just pick one sentence; to me, a novel or story is almost like a symphony, and you can't just play one note (or one sentence) and get the full effect. However, they are both by the same author and both are beautiful. Now, here's Raymond Chandler: There was a desert wind blowing that night. It was one of those hot dry Santa Anas that come down through the mountain passes and curl your hair and make your nerves jump and your skin itch. On nights like that every booze party ends in a fight. Meek little wives feel the edge of the carving knife and study their husbands' necks. Anything can happen. You can even get a full glass of beer at a cocktail lounge. from Red Wind When I got home I mixed a stiff one and stood by the open window in the living room and sipped it and listened to the groundswell of traffic on Laurel Canyon Boulevard and looked at the glare of the big angry city hanging over the shoulder of the hills through which the boulevard had been cut. Far off the banshee wail of police or fire sirens rose and fell, never for very long completely silent. Twenty four hours a day somebody is running, somebody else is trying to catch him. Out there in the night of a thousand crimes, people were dying, being maimed, cut by flying glass, crushed against steering wheels or under heavy tires. People were being beaten, robbed, strangled, raped, and murdered. People were hungry, sick; bored, desperate with loneliness or remorse or fear, angry, cruel, feverish, shaken by sobs. A city no worse than others, a city rich and vigorous and full of pride, a city lost and beaten and full of emptiness. It all depends on where you sit and what your own private score is. I didn't have one. I didn't care. I finished the drink and went to bed. From The Long Goodbye