Tema: Bajo el ojo de Stanley Kubrick

Iniciado por Pornosawa

Era el mejor, y cualquier crítica es de no tener ni idea de cine.

A pesar de coincidir 100% en todas tus apreciaciones sobre él, creo que esta clase de comentarios son los que no aportan nada al foro y que podrían obviarse sin disminuir la calidad de la aportación.

Iniciado por Findor

A pesar de coincidir 100% en todas tus apreciaciones sobre él, creo que esta clase de comentarios son los que no aportan nada al foro y que podrían obviarse sin disminuir la calidad de la aportación.

Lo que Pornosawa quiere decir es que es indiscutible, a su manera.
No te ofendas. No me digas que no está simpático.

Iniciado por Mo Cuishle

Lo que Pornosawa quiere decir es que es indiscutible, a su manera.
No te ofendas. No me digas que no está simpático.

No me ofende en absoluto, porque estoy de su lado en la afirmación de que es el mejor, pero ante un post de esa seriedad, esa frase no puede confundirse con una bromichuela aunque ese pueda ser su significado.

No quiero convertir esto en otro hilo Bay, pero su post, sin esa afirmación tajante al final, sería igual de válido.

A mí no me molesta en absoluto, la verdad. Quiere decir que es de perogrullo, nada más.

Kubrick era el único ser que hacía desaparecer a un equipo de rodaje entero para el ojo más crítico. Y eso sólo tiene un nombre, sin duda: prodigio.

Pero es que también, con la sencillez de sus audios, conseguía la perfección auditiva. Qué gran paradoja.

Iniciado por Findor

A pesar de coincidir 100% en todas tus apreciaciones sobre él, creo que esta clase de comentarios son los que no aportan nada al foro y que podrían obviarse sin disminuir la calidad de la aportación.

Visualmente, me refiero. Es intocable en eso. En narrativa, montaje, interpretaciones se pueden hacer todo tipo de comentarios. Pero en componer un plano, que es una cosa dificilísima -puedes contar dos o tres en el cine español que lo sepan hacer-, es el cineasta de referencia.

Iniciado por Pornosawa

Visualmente, me refiero. Es intocable en eso. En narrativa, montaje, interpretaciones se pueden hacer todo tipo de comentarios. Pero en componer un plano, que es una cosa dificilísima -puedes contar dos o tres en el cine español que lo sepan hacer-, es el cineasta de referencia.

Cruce de posts...

Ves, esto ya está mejor... Es el problema de los foros, que como no ves al otro es jodido detectar las sutilezas por escrito.

A nivel visual he aprendido mucho de él, sobretodo como aficionado de garrafón a la fotografía muchas veces cuando busco encuadres me acuerdo de la mayoría de sus escenas...

Y este hilo me está recordando que hace tiempo que no revisito sus películas, a ver si me pillo una semana sabática y me las casco todas a saco... aunque muera de sobredosis...

Hay dos películas muy interesantes a comparar si Vds. quieren ver la idea de cineasta pretencioso y fallido y la verdadera genialidad y planificación sutil.

El pretencioso, el adoctrinador del plano, el que te mete mierda y moralla para demostrar que es él...es Greenaway en el contrato del dibujante.

El tío es tan tonto, tan bluff, que tiene que meter la cuadrícula y el pintor para ahogar el discurso de los planos y montarse una narrativa ridícula -forzadísima- en torno a una infidelidad y posible asesinato.

http://bp2.blogger.com/_2qQXPhII-uI/...aughtsman2.jpg

Kubrick, sin ahogar el discurso narrativo, consigue implantar una adecuación del marco al plano con la brillante escena en la cual Barry sale con el mosquete del fuerte prusiano.

http://25frames.org/media/screens/1344.jpg

He ahí un farsante, he ahí alguien con talento.

Ostias, el Greenaway, vaya santísimo vendedor de humareda. No entiendo cómo se puede buscar algo pictórico sin tener la más mínima noción de encuadre.

¿Saben queridos que yo tengo el guión de Napoleón? En PDF...

Lo filtraron a Internet. Les pego una escena del principio:

TITLE: 1789 - REVOLUTION
EXT. TOWN SQUARE - DAY
It is jammed with 300 peasants and town workers. Many are
women, Monsieur Varlac, the revolutionary leader, stands
on a cart flanked by a small Revolutionary Committee. He
is muscular, bald man in his forties, wearing glasses.
Behind him, we see six severed heads, stuck on pikes.
VARLAC
Citizens, word has come from Paris
that the foul prison of the Bastille
has been captured.
(cheers)
That its Governor's head is up on a
pike.
(cheers)
All Paris is now in the hands of its
people.
(cheers)
Soon all France will be in the hands
of its people.
(cheers)
As the cheers die down, we hear the sounds of a solitary
drum and marching men. All eyes turn to the appearance of
a column of 25 French troops, led by Napoleon on a horse
and a single drummer, marching into the town square in a
column of threes.
Napoleon halts them just inside the square, and rides
forward, alone, into the huge crowd, who gives way for his
horse. He stops about 10 feet from Varlac's cart. The
man of the people stands, hands on hips, glaring at
Napoleon, who is now completely surrounded by the crowd.
Varlac and his committee converse in whispers.
VARLAC
Good day to our brothers-in-arms.
Have you come to join us?
NAPOLEON
I am looking for Monsieur George
Varlac who resides in the Rue de
Frelicot. Do you know him,
monsieur?
VARLAC
Very well, Citizen Lieutenant. You
have come to the right place, for I
am Citizen Varlac.
The crowd laughs in an ugly way.
NAPOLEON
Contrary to what you have been
telling these good people, Monsieur
Varlac, France is still in the hands
of its proper authorities, and they
have sent me here with a warrant for
your arrest. You are charged with
the murder of Monseigneur de Bouchy
and his son, and the burning of his
chateau.
Varlac whispers to several of the men standing around him.
One of them disagrees and forcefully shakes his head.
VARLAC
A revolution is not a polite
discussion in a parlor, Citizen
Lieutenant. One does not call it
murder to kill such vermin.
NAPOLEON
(speaking for the
crowd)
You may save your philosophy for the
magistrate, Monsieur Varlac. I am
only a simple officer in the army,
and to me what you have done is
called murder, and his always been
called murder by honest men.
VARLAC
Then do you propose to arrest all of
us, Citizen Lieutenant? For I was
not there alone.
NAPOLEON
No, Monsieur Varlac, my warrant is
only for you. Now, will you please
come down at once. You will be
taken back to Chalon for trial.
Varlac and his committee talk in agitated whispers.
VARLAC
Citizen Lieutenant, my advice is to
leave this town at once with your
men. We do not wish to do harm to
our brothers in uniform.
NAPOLEON
Monsieur Varlac, do not pretend to
speak for these good people whom you
have misled and inflamed with
violent speech. Now, I order you to
come down from the cart.
Another whispered conference.
VARLAC
I do not recognize the authority of
the King or any of his lackeys.
Laughter from the crowd.
VARLAC
I suggest that you leave with your
men while you can.
NAPOLEON
(drawing his pistol)
Monsieur Varlac, I will count slowly
to five, and if you have not begun
to get down from the cart by then, I
will carry out your execution, on
the spot.
Without giving Varlac time for further discussion, he
begins the count.
NAPOLEON
One... Two... Three...
Several of the committee move away from Varlac.
NAPOLEON
Four... This is your last chance,
Monsieur Varlac.
Varlac is frightened, but make an obscene gesture. The
crowd laughs nervously.
NAPOLEON
Five...
Napoleon rides up to the cart, carefully aims his
revolver and shoots Varlac in the head. His entourage
leaps to safety.
A gasp of astonishment from the stunned crowd, who stand
hypnotized.
NAPOLEON
A confessed murderer has just been
shot. Now, let all honest men
return to their homes.
FADE OUT.

--

Maravillosamente escrita. Y luego decían que era mal guionista...

Iniciado por Pornosawa

¿Saben queridos que yo tengo el guión de Napoleón? En PDF...

Lo filtraron a Internet. Les pego una escena del principio:

TITLE: 1789 - REVOLUTION
EXT. TOWN SQUARE - DAY
It is jammed with 300 peasants and town workers. Many are
women, Monsieur Varlac, the revolutionary leader, stands
on a cart flanked by a small Revolutionary Committee. He
is muscular, bald man in his forties, wearing glasses.
Behind him, we see six severed heads, stuck on pikes.
VARLAC
Citizens, word has come from Paris
that the foul prison of the Bastille
has been captured.
(cheers)
That its Governor's head is up on a
pike.
(cheers)
All Paris is now in the hands of its
people.
(cheers)
Soon all France will be in the hands
of its people.
(cheers)
As the cheers die down, we hear the sounds of a solitary
drum and marching men. All eyes turn to the appearance of
a column of 25 French troops, led by Napoleon on a horse
and a single drummer, marching into the town square in a
column of threes.
Napoleon halts them just inside the square, and rides
forward, alone, into the huge crowd, who gives way for his
horse. He stops about 10 feet from Varlac's cart. The
man of the people stands, hands on hips, glaring at
Napoleon, who is now completely surrounded by the crowd.
Varlac and his committee converse in whispers.
VARLAC
Good day to our brothers-in-arms.
Have you come to join us?
NAPOLEON
I am looking for Monsieur George
Varlac who resides in the Rue de
Frelicot. Do you know him,
monsieur?
VARLAC
Very well, Citizen Lieutenant. You
have come to the right place, for I
am Citizen Varlac.
The crowd laughs in an ugly way.
NAPOLEON
Contrary to what you have been
telling these good people, Monsieur
Varlac, France is still in the hands
of its proper authorities, and they
have sent me here with a warrant for
your arrest. You are charged with
the murder of Monseigneur de Bouchy
and his son, and the burning of his
chateau.
Varlac whispers to several of the men standing around him.
One of them disagrees and forcefully shakes his head.
VARLAC
A revolution is not a polite
discussion in a parlor, Citizen
Lieutenant. One does not call it
murder to kill such vermin.
NAPOLEON
(speaking for the
crowd)
You may save your philosophy for the
magistrate, Monsieur Varlac. I am
only a simple officer in the army,
and to me what you have done is
called murder, and his always been
called murder by honest men.
VARLAC
Then do you propose to arrest all of
us, Citizen Lieutenant? For I was
not there alone.
NAPOLEON
No, Monsieur Varlac, my warrant is
only for you. Now, will you please
come down at once. You will be
taken back to Chalon for trial.
Varlac and his committee talk in agitated whispers.
VARLAC
Citizen Lieutenant, my advice is to
leave this town at once with your
men. We do not wish to do harm to
our brothers in uniform.
NAPOLEON
Monsieur Varlac, do not pretend to
speak for these good people whom you
have misled and inflamed with
violent speech. Now, I order you to
come down from the cart.
Another whispered conference.
VARLAC
I do not recognize the authority of
the King or any of his lackeys.
Laughter from the crowd.
VARLAC
I suggest that you leave with your
men while you can.
NAPOLEON
(drawing his pistol)
Monsieur Varlac, I will count slowly
to five, and if you have not begun
to get down from the cart by then, I
will carry out your execution, on
the spot.
Without giving Varlac time for further discussion, he
begins the count.
NAPOLEON
One... Two... Three...
Several of the committee move away from Varlac.
NAPOLEON
Four... This is your last chance,
Monsieur Varlac.
Varlac is frightened, but make an obscene gesture. The
crowd laughs nervously.
NAPOLEON
Five...
Napoleon rides up to the cart, carefully aims his
revolver and shoots Varlac in the head. His entourage
leaps to safety.
A gasp of astonishment from the stunned crowd, who stand
hypnotized.
NAPOLEON
A confessed murderer has just been
shot. Now, let all honest men
return to their homes.
FADE OUT.

--

Maravillosamente escrita. Y luego decían que era mal guionista...

Solo por eso te rindo pleitesia
Yo quiero una copia.
A eso me referia. Lo que daria por esa pelicula.....

¿Por que no la hizo?¿Por que?