[FITAS & PELÍCULAS]

andreii-tarkovsky:

= Hit Me with Your Best Shot =

JURASSIC PARK

Some days ago one my followers asked me which was the movie that made me realize I loved cinema as an art instead of entertainment. I told him it was a second-hand VHS of Magnolia I found in a yard sale as a kid. But to be honest my first movie obsession came a few years early. To be exact 1993. I was about to turn three years old. I would be lying to you if I told you I remember the film completely. The only memories I had were so vague. I remember entering to the theatre taken by the hand of my dad. I remember the horror and the excitement I felt every time a dinosaur was on screen & all the little dinosaurs I played with after watching the movie & back then screaming RAWR like a badass T-Rex was my favorite occupation and hobby. 

I always be grateful to Steven Spielberg even if he is no longer an influence when I’m writing. If it wasn’t for him no kid from the 90’s would later discovered all the Hanekes, Tarkovskys, Parajanovs & Bergmans out there. If you happen to belong to my generation and you didn’t discovered your love for movies in a Spielberg film, then you are an awful liar. 

I’ll go with the first shot. 

You can see what other shots were chosen by other people in TheFilmExperience 

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Skyfall

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Skyfall

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Cloud Atlas

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Cloud Atlas

Dennis Hopper, John Ford and John Huston, 13 September 1971, Palm Springs, California, photographed by Victor Skrebneski. © 2012 Victor Skrebneski.

Dennis Hopper, John Ford and John Huston, 13 September 1971, Palm Springs, California, photographed by Victor Skrebneski. © 2012 Victor Skrebneski.

whimsiesandmusings:

The secret to true acting.
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whimsiesandmusings:

The secret to true acting.

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Superman Returns

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Superman Returns

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The Dark Knight Rises

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The Dark Knight Rises

fromdirectorstevenspielberg:

“In nearly all films, Spielberg’s included, killing in the name of family is the noblest, most necessary choice there is. In Spielberg’s previous war films killing and dying in the name of country was just as vital, or at least respected— but not in Munich. It is not just blockbuster genre…