Filmski kviz

[PussyGalore]

- film je ekranizovana knjiga jednog, po meni, najboljeg pisaca- naslov knjige je i naslov filma i naslov pesme svojevremeno nominovana za oskara - u originalnoj verziji igra glumica koja je imala cuvenu ljubavnu aferu sa jednim gigantom, producentom- roman je napisan na osnovu istinitog iskustva za vreme vrlo teskog piscevog intimnog perioda- meni licno je ta knjiga i jos jedna , takodje ekranizova, piscev masterpiece, sto ne verujem da vam pomaze pri odgovaranju...

[najgori]

Graham Green - The And of the affair?

[PussyGalore]

pa nije , nijedna glumica iz the end of the affair nije bila udata za mogula producenta...moco ovo je tvoj fah

Edited May 15, 2009 by PussyGalore

[Ajant23]

love story?

[PussyGalore]

pametan odgovor, pogotovu sto je robert evans vrlo, vrlo interesantna licnost, medjutim, nije mi poznato da je radjen remake?znaci nije.ne mogu jos mnogo da dezuram.

[Ajant23]

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Edited May 15, 2009 by Ajant23

[PussyGalore]

ako spomenem hemingveja, da li ti to nekako posredno rings a bell??????????

[najgori]

posredno? :))) za kim zvono zvoni?

Edited May 15, 2009 by najgori

[MocaVukotic]

mene sve nešto vuče na Loren-Ponti par, pisac bi mogao biti Moravia, a film La Ciociara, samo ne znam za tog Oskara

[PussyGalore]

ne znam, hemingvej je jaka asocijacija ako vam obrazovanje dozvoljava da malo mucnete glavom, takodje mogul producent, a i informacija da je napravljen i remake , za neki vremenski okvir.evo jos jednog hinta, koincidentno, citam danas izvestaj iz kana, bila proekcija dzejn kampion filma, 'bright star', ljubavna prica izmedju keatsa, engleskog pesnika i fanny brawne. film prikazuje period od 1818 pa sve do keatsove smrti od tuberkuloze, imao je samo 25 godina, utoliko je prica i tragicnija.odgovor za naziv filma/koji je inace uzet iz pesme/ se nalazi u poznatoj keatsovoj pesmi, 'ode to a nightingale':za kaznu ce te morati procitati CELU PESMU rec-po-rec /ako se izbegne guglanje, naravno/ My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk, Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk: 'Tis not through envy of thy happy lot, But being too happy in thine happiness, - That thou, light-winged Dryad of the trees, In some melodious plot Of beechen green and shadows numberless, Singest of summer in full-throated ease. O, for a draught of vintage! that hath been Cool'd a long age in the deep-delved earth, Tasting of Flora and the country green, Dance, and Proven?al song, and sunburnt mirth! O for a beaker full of the warm South, Full of the true, the blushful Hippocrene, With beaded bubbles winking at the brim, And purple-stained mouth; That I might drink, and leave the world unseen, And with thee fade away into the forest dim: Fade far away, dissolve, and quite forget What thou among the leaves hast never known, The weariness, the fever, and the fret Here, where men sit and hear each other groan; Where palsy shakes a few, sad, last gray hairs, Where youth grows pale, and spectre-thin, and dies; Where but to think is to be full of sorrow And leaden-eyed despairs, Where Beauty cannot keep her lustrous eyes, Or new Love pine at them beyond to-morrow. Away! away! for I will fly to thee, Not charioted by Bacchus and his pards, But on the viewless wings of Poesy, Though the dull brain perplexes and retards: Already with thee! tender is the night, And haply the Queen-Moon is on her throne, Cluster'd around by all her starry Fays; But here there is no light, Save what from heaven is with the breezes blown Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways. I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs, But, in embalmed darkness, guess each sweet Wherewith the seasonable month endows The grass, the thicket, and the fruit-tree wild; White hawthorn, and the pastoral eglantine; Fast fading violets cover'd up in leaves; And mid-May's eldest child, The coming musk-rose, full of dewy wine, The murmurous haunt of flies on summer eves. Darkling I listen; and, for many a time I have been half in love with easeful Death, Call'd him soft names in many a mused rhyme, To take into the air my quiet breath; Now more than ever seems it rich to die, To cease upon the midnight with no pain, While thou art pouring forth thy soul abroad In such an ecstasy! Still wouldst thou sing, and I have ears in vain - To thy high requiem become a sod. Thou wast not born for death, immortal Bird! No hungry generations tread thee down; The voice I hear this passing night was heard In ancient days by emperor and clown: Perhaps the self-same song that found a path Through the sad heart of Ruth, when, sick for home, She stood in tears amid the alien corn; The same that oft-times hath Charm'd magic casements, opening on the foam Of perilous seas, in faery lands forlorn. Forlorn! the very word is like a bell To toll me back from thee to my sole self! Adieu! the fancy cannot cheat so well As she is fam'd to do, deceiving elf. Adieu! adieu! thy plaintive anthem fades Past the near meadows, over the still stream, Up the hill-side; and now 'tis buried deep In the next valley-glades: Was it a vision, or a waking dream? Fled is that music: - Do I wake or sleep? a evo i dzejn i glumci iz filma, jedino mi nije jasno, da li dzejn, reziserka u sredini, ima dve razlicite cipele?

Edited May 15, 2009 by PussyGalore

[Ajant23]

Tender Is the Night

[Ulis]

...lost generation...Skot Ficdžerald (Zeldina šizofrenija), Dženifer Džons (Selznik) i Tender is the night

[Ulis]

Tender Is the Night

Ajante, mislim da trebaš nastaviti. Odgovor je tačan, a nadam se da se PussyGalore neće ljutiti

[Ajant23]

Meni nešto odgovaralo da ne moram da smišljam pitanje, ali sada ću...Reditelj je bio "toliko dobar" da je od "najgore knjige nobelovca" napravio "dobar film", a na scenariju je radio i jedan drugi nobelovac...Film?

[Ulis]

Imati i nemati? (Hoks, Hemingvej, Fokner)