Hoje é dia de Groucho Marx

Groucho Marx

Hoje é dia de muita gente - Heath Ledger

Heath Ledger

Hoje é dia de James Dean

James Dean

O Cinema está de luto! - Jerry Lewis

Jerry Lewis

Dia negro para o cinema: Jeanne Moreau e Sam Shepard

Jeanne Moreau

Sam Shepard

Hoje é dia de Martin Landau

Martin Landau

World Theatre Day/Dia Mundial do Teatro

World Theatre Day Message 2017 by Isabelle Huppert

So, here we are once more. Gathered again in Spring, 55 years since our inaugural meeting, to celebrate World Theatre Day. Just one day, 24 hours, is dedicated to celebrating theatre around the world. And here we are in Paris, the premier city in the world for attracting international theatre groups, to venerate the art of theatre.
Paris is a world city, fit to contain the globes theatre traditions in a day of celebration; from here in France’s capital we can transport ourselves to Japan by experiencing Noh and Bunraku theatre, trace a line from here to thoughts and expressions as diverse as Peking Opera and Kathakali; the stage allows us to linger between Greece and Scandinavia as we envelope ourselves in Aeschylus and Ibsen, Sophocles and Strindberg; it allows us to flit between Britain and Italy as we reverberate between Sarah Kane and Prinadello. Within these twenty-four hours we may be taken from France to Russia, from Racine and Moliere to Chekhov; we can even cross the Atlantic as a bolt of inspiration to serve on a Campus in California, enticing a young student there to reinvent and make their name in theatre.
Indeed, theatre has such a thriving life that it defies space and time; its most contemporary pieces are nourished by the achievements of past centuries, and even the most classical repertories become modern and vital each time they are played anew. Theatre is always reborn from its ashes, shedding only its previous conventions in its new-fangled forms: that is how it stays alive.
World Theatre Day then, is obviously no ordinary day to be lumped in with the procession of others. It grants us access to an immense space-time continuum via the sheer majesty of the global canon. To enable me the ability to conceptualise this, allow me to quote a French playwright, as brilliant as he was discreet, Jean Tardieu: When thinking of space, Tardieu says it is sensible to ask “what is the longest path from one to another?”...For time, he suggests measuring, “in tenths of a second, the time it takes to pronounce the word ‘eternity’”…For space-time, however, he says: “before you fall asleep , fix your mind upon two points of space, and calculate the time it takes, in a dream, to go from one to the other”. It is the phrase in a dream that has always stuck with me. It seems as though Tardieu and Bob Wilson met. We can also summarise the temporal uniqueness of World Theatre day by quoting the words of Samuel Beckett, who makes the character Winnie say, in his expeditious style: “Oh what a beautiful day it will have been”. When thinking of this message, that I feel honoured to have been asked to write, I remembered all the dreams of all these scenes. As such, it is fair to say that I did not come to this UNESCO hall alone; every character I have ever played is here with me, roles that seem to leave when the curtain falls, but who have carved out an underground life within me, waiting to assist or destroy the roles that follow; Phaedra, Araminte, Orlando, Hedda Gabbler, Medea, Merteuil, Blanche DuBois….Also supplementing me as I stand before you today are all the characters I loved and applauded as a spectator. And so it is, therefore, that I belong to the world. I am Greek, African, Syrian, Venetian, Russian, Brazilian, Persian, Roman, Japanese, a New Yorker, a Marseillais, Filipino, Argentinian, Norwegian, Korean, German, Austrian, English – a true citizen of the world, by virtue of the personal ensemble that exists within me. For it is here, on the stage and in the theatre, that we find true globalization.
On World Theatre Day in 1964, Laurence Olivier announced that, after more than a century of struggle, a National Theatre has just been created in the United Kingdom, which he immediately wanted to morph into an international theatre, at least in terms of its repertoire. He knew well that Shakespeare belonged to the world. In researching the writing of this message, I was glad to learn that the inaugural World Theatre Day message of 1962 was entrusted to Jean Cocteau, a fitting candidate due to his authoring of the book ‘Around the World Again in 80 Days’. This made me realise that I have gone around the world differently. I did it in 80 shows or 80 movies. I include movies in this as I do not differentiate between playing theatre and playing movies, which surprises even me each time I say it, but it is true, that’s how it is, I see no difference between the two.
Speaking here I am not myself, I am not an actress, I am just one of the many people that theatre uses as a conduit to exist, and it is my duty to be receptive to this - or, in other words, we do not make theatre exist, it is rather thanks to theatre that we exist. The theatre is very strong. It resists and survives everything, wars, censors, penury.
It is enough to say that “the stage is a naked scene from an indeterminate time” – all’s it needs is an actor. Or an actress. What are they going to do? What are they going to say? Will they talk? The public waits, it will know, for without the public there is no theatre – never forget this. One person alone is an audience. But let’s hope there are not too many empty seats! Productions of Ionesco’s productions are always full, and he represents this artistic valour candidly and beautifully by having, at the end of one of his plays, and old lady say; “Yes, Yes, die in full glory. Let’s die to enter the legend…at least we will have our street…”
World Theatre Day has existed for 55 years now. In 55 years, I am the eighth woman to be invited to pronounce a message – if you can call this a ‘message’ that is. My predecessors (oh, how the male of the species imposes itself!) spoke about the theatre of imagination, freedom, and originality in order to evoke beauty, multiculturalism and pose unanswerable questions. In 2013, just four years ago, Dario Fo said: “The only solution to the crisis lies in the hope of the great witch-hunt against us, especially against young people who want to learn the art of theatre: thus a new diaspora of actors will emerge, who will undoubtedly draw from this constraint unimaginable benefits by finding a new representation”. Unimaginable Benefits – sounds like a nice formula, worthy to be included in any political rhetoric, don’t you think?...
As I am in Paris, shortly before a presidential election, I would like to suggest that those who apparently yearn to govern us should be aware of the unimaginable benefits brought about by theatre. But I would also like to stress, no witch-hunt!
Theatre is for me represents the other it is dialogue, and it is the absence of hatred. ‘Friendship between peoples’ – now, I do not know too much about what this means, but I believe in community, in friendship between spectators and actors, in the lasting union between all the peoples theatre brings together – translators, educators, costume designers, stage artists, academics, practitioners and audiences. Theatre protects us; it shelters us…I believe that theatre loves us…as much as we love it…
I remember an old-fashioned stage director I worked for, who, before the nightly raising of the curtain would yell, with full-throated firmness ‘Make way for theatre!’ – and these shall be my last words tonight.
Isabelle HUPPERT

Dia Mundial do Teatro: as peças e iniciativas de norte a sul (gratuitas)

Goodbye René! Love you!

Gordon Kaye

Kirk Douglas - 100 anos

Marcello Mastroianni

Marcello Mastroianni

Lettre d’Alain Delon à Romy Schneider

Alain Delon et Romy Schneider se rencontrent en 1958, se fiancent un an plus tard et furent surtout les amants mythiques de La Piscine. Au-delà de leur séparation et du décès énigmatique de la belle Romy, l’estime et l’affection d’un des plus grands acteurs du cinéma français restent intacts : la preuve par cette lettre

Je te regarde dormir. Je suis auprès de toi, à ton chevet. Tu es vêtue d’une longue tunique noire et rouge, brodée sur le corsage. Ce sont des fleurs, je crois, mais je ne les regarde pas. Je te dis adieu, le plus long des adieux, ma Puppelé. C’est comme ça que je t’appelais. Ça voulait dire « Petite poupée » en allemand. Je ne regarde pas les fleurs mais ton visage et je pense que tu es belle, et que jamais peut-être tu n’as été aussi belle. Je pense aussi que c’est la première fois de ma vie – et de la tienne – que je te vois sereine et apaisée. Comme tu es calme, comme tu es fine, comme tu es belle. On dirait qu’une main, doucement, a effacé sur ton visage toutes les crispations, toutes les angoisses du malheur.

Je te regarde dormir. On me dit que tu es morte. Je pense à toi, à moi, à nous. De quoi suis-je coupable ? On se pose cette question devant un être que l’on a aimé et que l’on aime toujours. Ce sentiment vous inonde, puis reflue et puis l’on se dit que l’on n’est pas coupable, non, mais responsable… Je le suis. À cause de moi, c’est à Paris que ton cœur, l’autre nuit, s’est arrêté de battre. A cause de moi parce que c’était il y a vingt-cinq ans et que j’avais été choisi pour être ton partenaire dans « Christine ». Tu arrivais de Vienne et j’attendais, à Paris, avec un bouquet de fleurs dans les bras que je ne savais comment tenir. Mais les producteurs du film m’avaient dit : « Lorsqu’elle descendra de la passerelle, vous vous avancerez vers elle et lui offrirez ces fleurs ». Je t’attendais avec mes fleurs, comme un imbécile, mêlé à une horde de photographes. Tu es descendue. Je me suis avancé. Tu as dit à ta mère : « Qui est ce garçon ? ». Elle t’a répondu : « Ce doit être Alain Delon, ton partenaire… ». Et puis rien, pas de coup de foudre, non. Et puis, je suis allé à Vienne où l’on tournait le film. Et là, je suis tombé amoureux fou de toi. Et tu es tombée amoureuse de moi. Souvent, nous nous sommes posés l’un à l’autre cette question d’amoureux : « Qui est tombé amoureux le premier, toi ou moi ? ». Nous comptions : « Un, deux, trois ! » et nous répondions : « Ni toi, ni moi ! Ensemble ! ». Mon Dieu, comme nous étions jeunes, et comme nous avons été heureux. A la fin du film, je t’ai dit : « Viens vivre avec moi, en France » et déjà tu m’avais dit : « Je veux vivre près de toi, en France ». Tu te souviens, alors ? Ta famille, tes parents, furieux. Et toute l’Autriche, toute l’Allemagne qui me traitaient… d’usurpateur, de kidnappeur, qui m’accusaient d’enlever « l’Impératrice » ! Moi, un Français, qui ne parlais pas un mot d’allemand. Et toi, Puppelé, qui ne parlais pas un mot de français.

Nous nous sommes aimés sans mots, au début. Nous nous regardions et nous avions des rires. Puppelé… Et moi j’étais « Pépé ». Au bout de quelques mois, je ne parlais toujours pas l’allemand mais tu parlais français et si bien que nous avons joué au théâtre, en France. Visconti faisait la mise en scène. Il nous disait que nous nous ressemblions et que nous avions, entre les sourcils, le même V qui se fronçait, de colère, de peur de la vie et d’angoisse. Il appelait ça le « V de Rembrandt » parce que, disait-il, ce peintre avait ce « V » sur ses autoportraits. Je te regarde dormir. « Le V de Rembrandt » est effacé… Tu n’as plus peur. Tu n’es plus effrayée. Tu n’es plus aux aguets. Tu n’es plus traquée. La chasse est finie et tu te reposes.

Daqui

Rossano Brazzi

Rossano Brazzi

Gene Wilder - RIP!

Gene Wilder

Bela Lugosi

Bela Lugosi

"And the oscar goes to": Mark Rylance (Ator secundário)

Mark Rylance

O Teatro e o Cinema estão de luto: Nicolau Breyner (1940/2016)

Os Génios não morrem - David Bowie

David Bowie

Omar Sharif - 1932/2015

Omar Sharif

O Teatro está de luto! - António Montez

Morreu o actor António Montez

Homenagem a Robin Williams - 1951/2014

Morreu Robin Williams. Um grande ator.

Para além de um conjunto enorme de séries de TV em que participou, de ter emprestado a voz a muitas personagens, a lista de longas metragens em que participou, seja em papéis secundários ou em principais, é enorme:

• Can I Do It 'Till I Need Glasses?
• Popeye 
• Garp
• Os Sobreviventes
• Um Russo em Nova Iorque
• A Brigada do Reumático
• Clube Paraíso
• Seize the Day
• Good Morning, Vietnam
• King of the Moon
• Portrait of a White Marriage
• O Clube dos Poetas Mortos
• Um Sedutor em Apuros
• Despertares
• Viver de Novo
• O Rei Pescador
• Hook
• Toys - Fabricante de Sonhos
• Mrs. Doubtfire
• Gente Como Nós
• Dr. Kosevich
• Jumanji
• Casa de Doidas
• Jack
• Hamlet
• O Dia dos Pais
• As Faces de Harry
• Professor Philip Brainard
• O Bom Rebelde
• Para Além do Horizonte
• Patch Adams
• Jakob
• O Homem Bicentenário
• Câmara Indiscreta
• Smoochy
• Insónia
• The Final Cut - A Última Memória
• Reviver o Passado
• Um Milagre de Natal
• Quem Está Morto Sempre Aparece
• Uma Voz na Noite
• Com a Casa às Costas
• O Homem do Ano
• À Noite, no Museu
• Licença para Casar
• August Rush - O Som do Coração
• A Mente dos Famosos
• O Melhor Pai do Mundo
• À Noite, no Museu 2
• O Grande Dia
• O Mordomo
• The Face of Love
• Boulevard
• The Angriest Man in Brooklyn
• Merry Friggin' Christmas
• À Noite no Museu: O Segredo do Faraó

O Cinema está de luto e eu também.