Directed by Clint Eastwood, Morgan Freeman and Matt Damon.
I want to start this new adventure about this film. Magnificent.
If my intent is to give you moments of serenity, I need to mention the last film directed by Clint Eastwood played by two actors who have undoubtedly fallen into their characters perfectly.
Nelson Mandela had told him that he wanted Morgan Freeman as Nelson Mandela on the big screen. And even in this we have taken. Freeman
forward to how it moves and the look, the wisdom, goodness, strength and integrity that a man like Mandela has shown and shows to this day.
For Damon, who knows me knows how much I appreciate almost all its interpretations. Again I would not know who could play better Francois Pienaar, captain of the South African rugby. Athleticism, charisma, experience, mental agility and integrity. The main features of his character.
There are several aspects of the film that I was impressed.
First, the atmosphere. Initial hostility from the evidence (from both sides, blacks and whites) to the final party, multi-ethnic, full of color, music, smiles, families and children in a panoramic frame wonderful as that of South Africa, finally united nation for the occasion.
Another aspect that I can not overlook is, of course, music. Music, movies like that of those in Africa generally, you come in and carry you into a vortex of freedom, colors, letting you breathe that air is often only genuine and joyful smiles of children are able to pass. The songs of the movie are dancing together to the thousands of spectators in the stadium and at the same time open your heart to our deepest intimate.
One of the things I appreciated most, however, is the poem whose title gives its name to the film.
"Invictus" by William Ernest Henley, English poet of the late '800.
Out of the night that covers me, Black as the pit from pole to pole, I thank whatever gods may be For my unconquerable soul. In the fell clutch of circumstance I have not winced nor cried aloud. Under the bludgeonings of chance My head is bloody, but unbow’d. Beyond this place of wrath and tears Looms but the Horror of the shad...e, And yet the menace of the years Finds and shall find me unafraid. It matters not how strait the gate, How charged with punishments the scroll, I am the master of my fate: I am the captain of my soul.
La cui traduzione è: Dal profondo della notte che mi avvolge, Buia come il pozzo più profondo che va da un polo all'altro, Ringrazio qualunque dio esista Per l'indomabile anima mia. Nella feroce morsa circumstances I have not winced nor cried aloud anxiety. Under the blows of the ax of chance My head is bloody, but unbowed. Beyond this place of wrath and tears Looms but the Horror of the shade, And yet the menace of the years Finds and shall find me unafraid. It matters not how strait the gate, How charged with punishments the scroll. I am the master of my fate: I am the captain of my soul.
E 'poetry where the Mandela of the film gives the ability to have given him the strength to go forward in the decades locked up in jail, in a tiny cell.
A poem that I personally did not know, but that struck me immediately because of the strength, dignity and integrity, yet again, that sent me.
Watch it and let me know if I have bad advice or if I failed (accidentally) other things worth noting. I also did want to go back to race;)
Buoan day
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