Afternoon zapping. Bad sleeping lately come and know I have to sleep a half hour nap even if I intend to survive into the evening. So throw me in bed, remote in hand, and do a tour from one end to the program schedule to find a medium hair of those who always help me sleep.
Step by Hallmark Channel movies excellence pregnant teenage girls, and I stand there. The scene shows a group of men and girl together in a kind of backyard full of rubbish / waste ground, sitting in chairs half ruined, guitar and beer bottles around him. He who sits on the couch for two people and is telling a story about his childhood with the intention to embarrass the girl, is John Travolta, with his hair dyed blond, almost white. The girl is Scarlett Johansson.
And here I have to take a break. I like Scarlett Johansson bad. My friend Vicky tells me it's because I have anger. What is absolutely true. I can not stand it so cute. But mostly because it is pretty nice, "Valeria Mazza pretty." It is nice because it has a something. is beautiful "Scarlett Johansson pretty. "Ok, I admit. But my dislike for Johansson comes in a while. It comes from that movie I never knew what it was called, which makes the adolescent version of the little girl rebel Russian or Yugoslav or Czechoslovak left in your country home when his parents fled seeking the American dream, repatriating later and causing the Pibito never fit that western life. And more than anything else is seeing it in Scoop trying to be the innocent-friendly. Scarlett: Do not nobody believes it. Not so his character in Matchpoint , that we thought you all. (Yes, I know that many people, especially the male audience, which the mention of Scarlett begin to drool and stammer inconsistencies, they will disagree with me. Well, that's life.) Close parenthesis.
Well, one thing does not remove the other, and to see that I'm not resentful, here I have to give credit to Johansson, defunct for me many times. Obviously, it is unbearably cute. But also spontaneous and sincere and transparent. So for a while I like him.
As I took half the movie, I did not learn until after the end of what history would not even know the name. Again imdb.com contributed illustrative: A Love Song For Bobby Long (made soooo gooey missing name?), Johansson is Pursly, a girl whose mother, Lorraine, a singer herself and the victim of numerous vices, blurred throughout his childhood, having to grow up virtually alone. As expected, Pursly is a disaster. And when Lorraine dies, the girl is 18 and inherits the house she shared with two other men, Bobby (John Travolta, but how far is the horrible character he did in Grease that comes to my head every time you name it), a retired university professor charged with a story quite heavy on his back, and Lawson (Gabriel Match, and here we take a bit of revenge us) who was a student of Bobby, and fanatic, end up being his shadow and best friend. Pursly in order to preserve their heritage, is forced to move with the two boys, sick of the literature and wines, beers and virtually any flammable substance, to the house in New Orleans.
There are only two places in the U.S. that I'd like to meet: New York and New Orleans. And after seeing the film. Orange sunsets, willows, lakes, swamps, dark and rather dilapidated bars. And obviously the music. It is to breathe in the air there, the jazz and black music is so rooted in this land are inseparable (interesting soundtrack, well).
Al final no dormí un corno. Pero no fue una mala forma de pasar una tarde de frío, tapada hasta los ojos y viendo cómo se pone el sol en Nueva Orleans desde la cama.
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