So what do we do with this? From start to finish this is a complicated issue. People are asking - was it a move of God? was it demonic? was it all hype and emotionalism? I can't answer these questions. I have paid as little attention to these events as possible if I'm being honest. I believe that Jesus does still perform miracles today, I also believe that 'false prophets will arise and perform signs and wonders, to lead astray, if possible, the elect' (Mark 13:22). Mixed reports from visitors have left me undecided yet decisively uninvolved.

What I do not understand is why people adopt this phrase 'move of God' for a miracle crusade, but not for the long term cancer sufferer who says through deep pain and heartache 'God is good'. Why is it so much easier to celebrate the hand of God at work when a man on a stage 'slays in the spirit' than when the former-wife of a Pastor who left her and moves away, decides to continue attending his former church?

The Bible promises us that life will not be a bed of roses by any means. But it also promises hope, that the lamb who was slain for the sins of the world is the king who reigns on the throne, and one day his people will be restored to him and every tear shall we wiped away. Let's cling to this hope, and let's not get washed away.

Bentley resigned from the organization's board and agreed "to refrain from all public ministry for a season to receive counsel in his personal life," the statement said. Apparently Bentley remains on the staff of Fresh Fire Ministries.

"On behalf of the Fresh Fire leadership and the Board of Directors, we wish to apologize to our friends and partners and to the larger body of Christ and to ask for your forgiveness," the statement said.

It was announced last week that Bentley had separated from his wife, Shonnah Bentley, and would not return to conclude his tenure with the Florida Outpouring revival this week as he had originally intended.

Todd and Shonnah Bentley have three children and are Canadian citizens. Under Canadian law, separation is a preliminary step in divorce proceedings, lasting nine months. According to statements from Fresh Fire, the couple is undergoing counseling in an attempt to reconcile.

The Pentecostal revival began April 2 at Ignited Church in Lakeland and services have been held daily since then. Bentley, 32, was invited to lead the revival by the Rev. Stephen Strader, pastor of Ignited, but Bentley proved to be a controversial figure. His unorthodox appearance, with tattoos and facial piercings, and his manner of conducting healings, in ways that sometimes resembled professional wrestling, drew criticism from some local and national Pentecostal leaders. But crowds flocked to the revival, many from outside Florida and the United States, either seeking healing from physical ailments or to witness what they said were manifestations of the power of God.

Strader said last week when the separation was announced he had been told by Bentley's organization there was "no third party involved." On Monday, Strader said Bentley had deliberately kept him "out of the loop."

"I was told Tuesday night they suspected something. I got the news Saturday morning. Todd told me he kept me out of the loop for my protection," he said.

Strader said Bentley's relationship with the staffer was the second time he has jeopardized his marriage.

"Three years ago, he did the exact same thing. He grew out of his relationship to his wife and transferred his affection to another. That's the biggest frustration with us. The bottom line is that he was traveling too much and not taking care of his wife and family like he should," he said.

Strader said he did not feel betrayed and that the latest disclosures do not invalidate the revival.

"One of the things we don't understand is how God uses people of flawed character. People ask me, why choose someone who's dysfunctional? Because God does it," he said.

Lynne Breidenbach, a Lakeland woman who had acted as Bentley's spokesperson, echoed Strader's remark.

"This is a personal failing on Todd's part, and he can recover from it. It's not an excuse to live a sloppy life, but there should be some encouragement here. God knew ahead of time Todd's frailty but chose to use him anyway," she said. "Unfortunately, some Christians are going to be disappointed with God. It's a good lesson for Christians to say, maybe you had unrealistic expectations."

Strader stressed that the revival is still continuing at Ignited Church, although with smaller crowds.

"Miracles are still happening. God's power is still present in the building," he said.

Source: The Ledger

Like omg, The gals have invited me to"pizza go out lounch thingy" at 13:00 as a re-pay for the Bowling match which was held two months ago - So yeaaah XD I'm going out after "many days" again =P

W.I.P - I'm currently creating this lovely dolly style picture. I did the sketch yesterday though I want to make some changes, afterwards lineart ( hopefully I won't mess things up ) and than colouring - ( Well I dunno about the colouring <.< )

I'm now playing on ComelRO Online with Sweety-chan! It's a Malaysian server. A very good one. The events go on every hour. And every single thing is so well organized like when a new player comes they announce that o.o! And the patch has its own song x3!!! ( Not to mention the 400+ costum items :P )

Sweeney Todd obsesion! I so freakn wanna watch that movie!!! As I read on Wiki, it's a musical about this serial killer! As I was reading on I tottaly fell in love with the whole scenario! ( Yush, I already asked my bro to download it for me! ( I'm to dumb to do it myself -.- ) )

Chuu x3! Have fun, I'll be dancen around the house xD!

Hey guys!

Today's the big day we've all been waiting for. The 130th annual Canadian National Exhibition is open for another season. From rides to waffle cones and from shopping to bopping, this year's edition of the CNE has in store for you. To view some of the highlights about this year's CNE, please go here.

I've also found some videos up on youtube, when a random guy with a ukulele sings about the CNE. It took place on the subway, parts of the financial district among many other places. Here are the videos:

Let's go to the EX - subway singers #1:

Let's go to the EX - subway singers #2:

Let's go to the EX - at Commerce court!:

According to an article found on MarketingMag.ca, the CNE has "sent out four local musicians to perform the CNE theme song, “Let’s Go To The EX.” At first they appeared to be normal people on the subway, until one with a guitar starts to sing the tune. Soon he’s joined by another singer, before two more join in to form the seemingly impromptu quartet."

For those of you who don't know, the music that they had performed derived from Nick Todd's "Let's go to the hop". You can have a listen at this right here. The Toronto Star offers some in-depth coverage about this year's CNE. You can view it here. The CNE will run until Labour Day.

References:

"CNE Preview: Everything Old Is New Again." CityNews.ca. 14th August 2003. 15 August 2003. <http://www.citynews.ca/news/news_25797.aspx>

"CNE subway singers march through Toronto." Marketing News. 14 August 2003. 15 August 2003. <http://www.marketingmag.ca/english/news/marketer/article.jsp?content=20080814_165131_19604>

Lee Grady, the editor of Charisma, one of the main charismatic magazines, has written a lament and critique of the Lakeland “revival” which is now in a tailspin over the leaders announced separation from his wife. Grady’s summons to pray for the church and and our nation is right, and among his commendable questions and observations are these:

• "Many of us would rather watch a noisy demonstration of miracles, signs and wonders than have a quiet Bible study. Yet we are faced today with the sad reality that our untempered zeal is a sign of immaturity. Our adolescent craving for the wild and crazy makes us do stupid things. It’s way past time for us to grow up."
• "True revival will be accompanied by brokenness, humility, reverence and repentance—not the arrogance, showmanship and empty hype that often was on display in Lakeland."
• "A prominent Pentecostal evangelist called me this week after Bentley’s news hit the fan. He said to me: “I’m now convinced that a large segment of the charismatic church will follow the anti-Christ when he shows up because they have no discernment.” Ouch. Hopefully we’ll learn our lesson this time and apply the necessary caution when an imposter shows up."

Charismatics will not be the only ones who follow the Antichrist when he rises. So will the mass of those who today in thousands of evangelical churches belittle the truth of biblical doctrine as God’s agent to set us free (John 8:32).

Discernment is not created in God’s people by brokenness, humility, reverence, and repentance. It is created by biblical truth and the application of truth by the power of the Holy Spirit to our hearts and minds. When that happens, then the brokenness, humility, reverence, and repentance will have the strong fiber of the full counsel of God in them. They will be profoundly Christian and not merely religious and emotional and psychological.

The common denominator of those who follow the Antichrist will not be “charismatic” it will be, as Paul says, “they refused to love the truth.”

The coming of the lawless one is by the activity of Satan with all power and false signs and wonders, and with all wicked deception for those who are perishing, because they refused to love the truth and so be saved. Therefore God sends them a strong delusion, so that they may believe what is false, in order that all may be condemned who did not believe the truth but had pleasure in unrighteousness. (2 Thessalonians 2:9-12)

Our test for every Lakeland that comes along should first be doctrinal and expositional. Is this awakening carried along by a “love for the truth” and a passion to hear the whole counsel of God proclaimed?

I have held off writing about Todd Bentley for some time now. He is being promoted heavily by www.GOD.tv daily. Every time I have been compelled to write I have stopped short because I didn't think it necessary to state the obvious fact that Todd Bentley is a false prophet, moving under a foreign spirit.

Here's a list of reasons Todd Bentley should not be followed.

1. He went and got himself tattooed after entering the ministry, saying it was God's will, despite the scripture saying we should not mark our flesh in any way - as the heathen do.

2. A product of his ministry has been the break-up of his marriage. Should ministry result in separation?

3. He has claimed that Angels are the source of his power! The scripture warns us that even if an Angel comes down from heaven with another gospel we should rebuke it.

4. He endorses William Branham!

5. Do you need a number 5?

Check out Yahoo! Answers to see what other people think about Todd Bentley.

And if that's not enough watch the below clip which proves how fake he is...

Even more information can be found at Chris Ferguson's blog at http://soulpants.wordpress.com/.

Todd is one of our brothers who is struggling so we need to pray for him and the restoration of his family.

In January, me and Cupcake Rachel had an idea on the Gchats, inspired by an especially chocolatey round of baking which she was kind enough to share with me:

1:07 PM me: The cookies are whispering to me!

They want me to eat them all!

Now!

1:09 PM Rachel: I can always make more!

1:10 PM You'd better do as they say, or they'll feel rejected, become cookie hermits, and then flee the tin on a murderous rampage!

1:11 PM me: I wish you'd do that as an illustrated series.

1:13 PM It could be Achewood for baked goods...

Cakewood!

1:15 PM Rachel: Gasp!

GENIUS!!!

1:16 PM me: I thought of that while eating a cookie, so it's definitely the will of the cookie hermits, and something you should do forthwith!

1:20 PM Rachel: I knew Nigella was good, but I never expected her to come up with sentient telepathic cookies!

A man, his wife, and a tour guide were brutally attacked today in Beijing, China, by some crazy guy with a knife, who then jumped to his death after the stabbing. The man, Todd Bachman, died in the stabbing, while his wife and the tour guide lived. Todd was the father-in-law of Hugh McCutcheon, the U.S Men's Indoor Volleyball coach.

Nobody can say why this attack happened. But the killer jumped off of an ancient tower representing China, leading me to believe that this was some kind of ritual for him, killing some Western people and dying for his homeland. I don't know. But there is definitely more going on than just a stabbing.

What saddens me more than just an unlucky soul dying is that this happened during the Olympics, a time of peace. Why can humans not just get together and celebrate the fact that we are alive? Instead, we choose to take life from others during a global celebration. The only race is the human race. It is time for us to come together as one and advance.

My thoughts and prayers will be with all members involved in the stabbing. May they find peace.

[Take a look through memory lane, but hey, I'm warning you, don't click on the last one if you just ate: wanting to die and hunky EMTs, Dr J and the official naming of Golly, what I recall from my First Surgery Ever and GOOD GOLLY MISS MOLLY!] 

Even a year after surgery, and a half-step later I have a trembling thought the half blueberry bagel from breakfast wasn't bready enough to soak up enough acidity that one consumes in half a cup of calcium-fortified orange juice.

He was oblivious and checking out the menu and talking about knee replacement surgeries and I was thanking G-d for long arms. I stretched my right arm into my bag to feel for Em's mobile phone, then straightened my posture and held the menu with my left hand while pretending to decide between cheese or Greek pizza.

Phone in hand, hand under seat, I flipped it open and fumbled the buttons and HOPED TO FRIGGING HELL my phone was the last called -- not Radio Disney.

Bzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzt.

I jumped.

It's not an act.

"I'm sorry," I say, flipping shut Em's phone, dropping it into the bag and deftly picking up mine in one smooth move.

I pretend to look to see who is calling.

"Ugh, I am so sorry," I say. "This is my boss. Do you mind?" and without letting him answer, I slide my chair back to excuse myself for a private conversation.

And toddle off to the loo.

Here's my goofball dumping the petals out of her basket:

TONS more after the jump!

Cara clowning around on the blueberry farm:

Cara really took to the bride, Amelie:

Look at all of those blueberries! We picked TONS, and the bushes were just dripping with them!

AJ was exhausted from travelling, but she was a good sport anyhow:

AJ and mommy at the farm-themed polterabend:

A Polterabend is a German wedding custom where well-wishers break ceramics/porcelain (dishes, flower pots, even toilet bowls!), with the idea that the noise created scares the evil spirits away. It's good fun, it's always accompanied by a good party, and I was glad that the kids and Todd could participate in their first one. (The groom, Boris, is German.)

Here is Cara participating in her first Polterabend:

I had to get in on the action, too. I guarded my wine glass, though!

Our deck/view at the McKenzie Riverside Cottages:

Quite an outfit:

AJ and daddy playing on the riverbank:

We had a lot of whitewater rafters passing by:

AJ and I fishing in our jammies. We didn't catch anything, and the water was FREEZING cold:

Cara and her flower girl friend, Makenna, all dolled up:

Cara was really proud to show Boris her shiny shoes:

The wedding party:

Isn't this amazing? It was a dream wedding!

Todd and AJ wait for the festivities to get underway:

Coming down the aisle:

The ceremony was in both German and English, since a significant number of the guests (and more than half the wedding party!) were German. It was very beautifully done!

Boris and Amelie made their exit in a boat!

The only way the girls would let me take a picture of them together was if I fed them. So the only one I have, they have grapes in their mouths!

Cara and Makenna sitting at our table. I had to get in a picture of Cara's crayon tote in use. (Post on that to come, for those who are not privy to my current craft projects. ;) )

The little girls were all over the dance floor for the rest of the night!

Hiding under the table:

On our trip home we had a long layover in San Francisco and were able to have a short visit with Michael and Irina. Michael left his umbrella in my car back when we'd last been to San Francisco in February, so it was about time I took it back to him!

Michael introduced AJ to blue cheese dressing, and I've never seen her happier.

OK, that about wraps it up. Phew!

I'm anxious to see the professional wedding pictures. For as many hundred as I took, Cara NEVER smiled for me, but she completely hammed it up for him!

I'll admit, I was more than a little nervous about allowing Cara to participate in Boris & Amelie's wedding. When Boris asked I was so, so honored, but I believe the first words I managed to utter were, "I have to warn you; Cara can be a little....err....unpredictable." Those who have seen Cara at her tantruming worst might accuse me of glossing that over a bit.

But today, for a full seven hours, Cara was AMAZING. She fell asleep around noon and slept for two and a half hours, something that hasn't happened to us for months, and she awoke as fresh and chipper as could be. She was thrilled to wear her princess dress, wear her flower crown, and carry her basket. She proclaimed Amelie a "beyooful princess," took pictures dutifully, and made it all the way down the aisle, with a little coaxing from Todd and I. Post wedding, we had a hard time getting her and her friend and co-flower girl, Makenna, off the dance floor. That is, until she asked, at 10 pm, to go home and take a nap. Not bad for a two-year-old.

It was a beautiful wedding, which you'll surely see soon when I post more pictures, but for now you get a glimpse of our beautiful flower girl, and her not-too-shabby themselves dad and sister.

this thursday is my pre-op appointment with my surgeon and the next monday is my breast implant surgery!!  i am so excited to finally be here.  i think im over prepared, if thats possible.  i still have to go buy a few more bras, in D cup to allow for swelling i guess, and some groceries, mostly boost energy drinks.  i'm still on the hunt for the perfect recovery outfit.  its hot so button up pajamas seem too heavy, but i know i'll probably sleep for the first 2 days.  haha

one downside has been because i know i cant take my migraine medication before surgery (it thins my blood too much) then of course i've been having mild migraines for 4 days now!!!  but whatever, i'm not going to stress on anything right now.  the best method of healing is a positive attitude and healthy environment.    i know, i sound like a fucking hippie guru but ive worked too hard to get here to jeopardize my recovery in anyway.

i wish Todd could be here with me but he will be here a month later for my 27th birthday!  and he is busy right now with the new home he just bought for us!  its adorable and i am so fucking excited to move up there and start playing house.  i miss him a lot.  i try to stay busy to not be bummed between visits, but we keep each other quite entertained.  its nice to have him as my love.

im addicted to Girls Next Door, but only cause i cant stop staring at tits.  im so stoked to finally join the club. hahahaha

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Sabe aquele sentimento do tipo "por que não fiz isso antes". Foi exatamente assim que me senti após assistir Felicidade, de Todd Solondz, lançado no distante 1998. O filme fez alarde em festivais independentes e até ganhou alguns prêmios, mas quem disse que há dez anos atrás eu sabia da existência de cinema independente? Como sempre, a base cinematográfica de qualquer adolescente é o cinema mais comercial, filmes mais atrativos para a idade, mais movimentados, para competir com os hormônios. Engraçado como as coisas mudam, hoje Felicidade está na minha lista de melhores filmes dos anos 90 e sério candidato a figurar entre os melhores que já vi. O título sugere uma coisa simples, talvez, mas é exatamente na falta da tal felicidade que está centrada a lente de Solondz. A questão é básica: o que é felicidade para cada uma dessas pessoas? Mas, atenção, para não acabar com a sua felicidade, se você ainda não viu o filme, pare por aqui.

Começamos com um casal em um restaurante, Joy Jordan (Jane Adams) escuta poucas e boas após terminar o relacionamento com Andy (Jon Lovitz) Em seguida conhecemos Allen (Philip Seymour Hoffman), um acara de meia idade com taras por sexo via telefone que não dá a mínima para sua vizinha gordinha Kristina (Camryn Manheim), mas é apaixonado pela outra vizinha, a escritora Helen (Lara Flynn Boyle). Ele se trata com o Dr. Bill Maplewood (Dylan Baker), um pai de família pedófilo, acima de qualquer suspeita, casado com Trish (Cynthia Stevenson). Trish está preocupada com a separação dos pais Lenny (Ben Gazzara) e Mona (Louise Lasser), com a vida das irmãs Joy e Helen, mas, não dá muita atenção ao filho de 11 anos Billy (Rufus Read), cheio de dúvidas sobre sexo.

Agora, tudo isso se passa com figuras comuns da vida americana, em uma história trazida às telas pouco tempo antes de Beleza Americana. A vida no subúrbio era um assunto caindo de maduro e Solondz o traduz como um filme lento, com diálogos crus e verdadeiros que dez anos depois ainda tem a mesma força e a mesma posição. O que parece claro é que, não importa o tipo de vida que se leve, a felicidade é sempre subjetiva e está sujeita a uma série de fatores que, combinados, produzem este tal sentimento difícil de ser filmado. Solondz consegue se fazer entender pela constante ironia e sutileza que utiliza até nas cenas mais difíceis. Existe sempre uma imagem ou uma palavra para deixar a contradição e o sarcasmo no ar. O filme teve certo problema de distribuição por tratar de assuntos polêmicos, o que não impediu de ser relativamente cultuado como os outros filmes do diretor.

Talvez a história mais trágica seja a de Bill Maplewood, pedófilo que abusa sexualmente de dois colegas de escola do filho Billy. Ao longo do filme seu filho insiste nas conversas sobre sua intimidade com perguntas que vão da simples curiosidade à terrível incerteza da idade. As respostas do pai são sempre muito bem compostas, sem o menor constrangimento, e sempre carregadas com um interesse velado: "Quer que eu te mostre?". Para comprovar que existe uma barreira separando a relações de pedofilia e paternidade, em uma das últimas cenas do filme Billy confronta o pai e pergunta o que ele fez e como se sentiu, e se faria de novo com seu próprio filho. Esta cena (no video abaixo), talvez seja a que aborda a pedofilia com a maior sinceridade e também com a maior tensão da história do cinema. É também uma das cenas mais fortes que já vi, com certeza deve ter sido muito difícil fazê-la, pelo assunto que continha, pela atmosfera que criou e, por ser o atestado de desconstrução da família, provando que nem sempre essa instituição é sinônimo de alegria ou felicidade, principalmente na América.

No entanto, ao chegar ao final de todas as histórias, um almoço se desenrola na mesa da sala da família Jordan, agora na Flórida. O pai e a mãe não dão sinal de mudança, as três irmãs continuam um tanto quanto perdidas. Claramente, para Solondz, a felicidade pode ser de vários tipos e depende também da idade e do universo que ela cria para cada um. Para ele o tempo pode ser o agente que, mais cedo ou mais tarde, vai ativar a mudança de um tipo de vida para outra. Apenas o pequeno Billy parece se encontrar, na sacada, de olho na piscina ele consegue o que vinha tentando desde o inicio do filme. Chega na sala, realmente feliz, e dispara a boa notícia: "Gozei". Bons tempos aqueles, a felicidade realmente existia aos 11 anos.

Felicidade (Happiness. 1998, EUA)
Direção: Todd Solondz
Roteiro: Todd Solondz
Elenco: Philip Seymour Hoffman, Dylan Baker, Cynthia Stevenson, Lara Flynn Boyle, Jon Lovitz, Jane Adams, Ben Gazzara, Louise Lasser, Molly Shannon, Rufus Read
Duração: 131 min.
www.imdb.com/title/tt0147612

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Já falei aqui antes sobre o poder que a música pode exercer em uma pessoa, e deixei a promessa de que falaria mais sobre o assunto. Pois bem, promessa é dívida. Como não sei explicar isso de forma clara, vou dar um exemplo, que talvez explique tudo melhor que as minhas palavras. É uma coisa que aconteceu comigo, a poucas semanas atrás, e que me marcou para sempre.

Recentemente meu cachorro morreu. Foi difícil porque foi de repente, ele piorou muito em questão de duas semanas. Acontece que ele teve falência renal, e isso causou que o rim dele não filtrava substância nenhuma do corpo e ele acabou intoxicado. Mesmo tratando, o corpo dele já estava muito fraco e não agüentou.

Quando meu irmão me deu a notícia eu estava no trabalho. Não podia desabar a chorar ali, no meio do escritório. Respirei fundo, contei para a menina que trabalha comigo e pedi para ela não me passar muitas coisas pois não estava em condições, e fiquei conversando no MSN com a Maki, que ajudou a me acalmar. Só que por dentro eu sentia que estava desmoronando. Não tive dúvidas, me lembrei que, para mim, música é um dos melhor remédios, e coloquei ‘A Little Bit Longer’, dos Jonas Brothers, para tocar repetidas vezes. Essa música foi escrita por Nick Jonas, que estava passando por uma fase muito difícil da vida dele naquele momento, tinha acabado de descobrir que tinha diabetes. Ouvir a frase ‘A little bit longer and I’ll be fine’ umas 15 vezes já me acalmou. Eu coloquei a música para repetir e fiquei até o fim do expediente ouvindo, e foi o que me ajudou a não desmoronar ali mesmo.

Ao sair do serviço decidi não desligar o iPod e continuei com a música. Já no ônibus não tive força nem de passar da catraca. Sentei nos degraus e chorei ali mesmo a perda do meu cachorro. Chorei até meu ponto chegar, falando com a minha mãe e meu pai no telefone neste meio tempo, sempre ouvindo a música. Ao chegar em casa estava decidida a chorar tudo o que precisava pra colocar meus sentimentos pra fora, mas me deparei com a minha mãe, tão triste que não tinha condições de eu desmoronar na frente dela. Apenas uma pessoa mal por vez, por favor. Então, deixei que meu corpo me levasse, e dormi o dia inteiro, acordando só à noite, apenas para tomar um banho e dormir de novo.

Acontece que eu acabei por me segurar demais, e quando vi já não conseguia mais chorar e também não conseguia tirar aquele peso do meu peito.Duas semanas se passaram e eu nessa situação sem volta.

Foi aí que eu encontrei no Youtube um vídeo que mexeu comigo. Nick Jonas, em um show enorme, chorando ao cantar adivinha qual música? A Little Bit Longer, é claro. Não sei dizer o que se passou na cabeça dele para fazer ele chorar daquele jeito, mas na minha eu sei. Se Nick Jonas pode chorar na frente de milhares pessoas, o que me impede de chorar na frente do computador?

E foi assim que eu, finalmente, chorei a morte do Todd. Com o vídeo de Nick Jonas chorando apoiado no piano e cantando A Little Bit Longer, a música que tanto me ajudou no dia D.

Essa história serve para ilustrar um ponto de vista. Se você está feliz, tem vontade de dançar. Se está triste quer chorar, se está com raiva quer bater, se está apaixonado quer sonhar. Para cada momento de nossa vida, nós temos uma música equivalente. Talvez você não se lembre de nenhuma que tenha feito diferença para você, mas ela existe. Seja a música que estava tocando quando você beijou alguém pela primeira vez, ou aquela que te deu arrepios quando você ouviu, ou até mesmo aquelas músicas que a letra parece ter sido feita para nós.

Músicas foram feitas para marcar momentos. Seja gene Kelly dançando na chuva, Rocky subindo a famosa escadaria ou o final de Armagedon, cada momento, seja ele grandioso ou pequeno, vem acompanhado de trilha sonora. Preste mais atenção, ouça os pássaros, o barulho do teclado ou até mesmo o trânsito, por mais irritante que seja, se você se concentrar, consegue encontrar a calma. Aí, quem sabe, você entenda tudo o que eu disse e sinta que eu sinto todos os dias com meu iPod no bolso e minha imaginação a mil.

Através de seis personagens temos a vida de uma pessoa, Bob Dyla, um expedicionário da música. Começamos com o Dylan menino, Woody Guthrie (Marcus Carl Franklin), ainda sem saber o rumo de sua música ensaia as primeiras trovas, carregando seu violão em um estojo carimbado com a frase "essa máquina mata facistas". Em seguida, depois de se transformar no mais promissor cantor folk, o jovem Jack Rollins (Christian Bale) se converte ao cristianismo, apresentando-se como o Pastor Jack em uma pequena cidade do interior. Na mais original das passagens, Jude Quinn (Cate Blanchett, ótima) é um cantor no auge de sua carreira rejeitado pelos fãs por ter "se vendido" para a indústria. É nesta fase que Dylan encontra-se com os Beatles pela primeira vez em uma cena antológica. Um Dylan em inicio de carreira aparece na pele jovem revolucionário que diz ter o mesmo nome do poeta Arthur Rimbaud (Ben Whishaw). Evocando a vida familiar de Dylan, Robbie Clark (Heath Ledger) é um ator que interpreta Jack Rollins em um filme biográfico. Por fim, Billy the Kid (Richard Gere) é um Dylan mais velho em uma cidade fictícia do velho oeste.

O mais interessante é que algumas fases foram filmadas com outro tipo de filme, isso facilita o reforço das diferentes personalidades. Nos segmentos de Woody Guthrie, Robbie Clark e Billy the Kid o filme é normal em cores, 35mm. Enquanto a maioria segue a tradicional narrativa ficcional, o segmento que traz Jack Rollins foi filmado em 16mm em cores e encenado como um documentário, trazendo à cena figuras da vida do astro como Alice Fabian (Juliane Moore), interpretando uma versão de Joan Baez. Na fase de Jude Quinn todo o segmento é inundado pelo preto e branco, mesmo cenário que se torna mais granulado e contrastante para a versão de Arthur Rimbaud. Boa parte da noção sobre as fases de Bob Dylan e a atmosfera que cada uma produzia saiu das próprias letras e músicas utilizadas na trilha sonora do longa. De longe, uma trilha soberba, que além da música que dá título ao filme, executada pelo Sonic Youth, figura gente como Stephen Malkmus, Cat Power, Jeff Tweedy do Wilco, Yo La Tengo e Surfjan Stevens interpretando várias canções do "judeu".

A sensação é Cate Blanchett que encarna a fase mais difícil e carregada de Dylan. Christian Bale não fica atrás, mas é no auge da carreira que o cantor parecia cada vez mais sufocado pelas próprias criações e dizia que por isso, pelo fato de ter criado algo, seria perseguido eternamente. Personagens, nomes, figuras estranhíssimas, comportamento cada vez mais inquieto e contraditório. Tudo isso tem o clímax nessa fase Jude Quinn, quando o maior gênio de sua época estava para entregar os pontos e sumir. Um de seus vários sumiços ao longo da história, bem próximos também de sua música, indissociáveis de sua pessoa.

Não Estou Lá (I'm Not There. 2007, EUA, Alemanha)
Direção: Todd Haynes
Roteiro: Todd Haynes, Oren Moverman
Elenco: Cate Blanchett, Christian Bale, Heath Ledger, Ben Wishaw, Richard Gere, Marcus Carl Franklin, Michelle Williams, Julianne Moore, Charlotte Gainsbourg, Bruce Greenwood, David Cross
Duração: 135 min.
www.imnotthere-movie.com

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