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Certamente já faz parte da minha lista de preferências. A história de 1900 (o pianista, assim chamado por este ter sido o ano de seu nascimento) transborda poesia e inunda nossa alma  com as mais profundas emoções. Música, amizade e simplicidade dão o tom ao filme e nada mais é necessário. Penso ser difícil ver esta história sem se sensibilizar. Não é piegas, nem é apelativo. É belo. E isso bastou para mexer comigo. Não deixe de ver! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LA8v9MamhJE&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LA8v9MamhJE&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://viliouvi.blogspot.com/&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3240876627291850419-5111511665521927945?l=viliouvi.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://viliouvi.blogspot.com/feeds/5111511665521927945/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3240876627291850419&amp;postID=5111511665521927945" title="7 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3240876627291850419/posts/default/5111511665521927945?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3240876627291850419/posts/default/5111511665521927945?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ViLiOuvi/~3/aRRDt_L7EF4/lenda-do-pianista-do-mar-1999.html" title="A Lenda do Pianista do Mar (1998)" /><author><name>Nina Victor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06968422695719668314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="00227645304370630713" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lNpJ8WZl_ZI/Sj6wzGSErFI/AAAAAAAAMHY/Vtrj0vQaPJw/s72-c/legend_of_nineteen_hundred.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">7</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://viliouvi.blogspot.com/2009/06/lenda-do-pianista-do-mar-1999.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEIHR389fip7ImA9WxJTFU0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3240876627291850419.post-2801997791422749564</id><published>2009-04-23T12:55:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T13:02:16.166-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-04-23T13:02:16.166-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="mpb" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="vídeo música" /><title>Jorge da Capadócia  -  Jorge Ben Jor</title><content type="html">&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7820ssQFF3o&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7820ssQFF3o&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jorge sentou praça na cavalaria&lt;br /&gt;E eu estou feliz porque eu também sou da sua companhia&lt;br /&gt;Eu estou vestido com as roupas e as armas de Jorge&lt;br /&gt;Para que meus inimigos tenham pés, não me alcancem&lt;br /&gt;Para que meus inimigos tenham mãos, não me peguem, não me toquem&lt;br /&gt;Para que meus inimigos tenham olhos e não me vejam&lt;br /&gt;E nem mesmo um pensamento eles possam ter para me fazerem mal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Armas de fogo, meu corpo não alcançará&lt;br /&gt;Facas, lanças se quebrem, sem o meu corpo tocar&lt;br /&gt;Cordas, correntes se arrebentem, sem o meu corpo amarrar&lt;br /&gt;Pois eu estou vestido com as roupas e as armas de Jorge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jorge é de Capadócia, viva Jorge!&lt;br /&gt;Jorge é de Capadócia, salve Jorge!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perseverança, ganhou do sórdido fingimento&lt;br /&gt;E disso tudo nasceu o amor&lt;br /&gt;Perseverança, ganhou do sórdido fingimento&lt;br /&gt;E disso tudo nasceu o amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ogam toca pra Ogum&lt;br /&gt;Ogam toca pra Ogum&lt;br /&gt;Ogam, Ogam toca pra Ogum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jorge é da Capadócia&lt;br /&gt;Jorge é da Capadócia&lt;br /&gt;Jorge é da Capadócia&lt;br /&gt;Jorge é da Capadócia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ogam toca pra Ogum&lt;br /&gt;Ogam toca pra Ogum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jorge sentou praça na cavalaria&lt;br /&gt;E eu estou feliz porque eu também sou da sua companhia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ogam toca pra Ogum&lt;br /&gt;Ogam toca pra Ogum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jorge da Capadócia&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Gosto da música, gosto do santo. Salve Jorge!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://viliouvi.blogspot.com/&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3240876627291850419-2801997791422749564?l=viliouvi.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://viliouvi.blogspot.com/feeds/2801997791422749564/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3240876627291850419&amp;postID=2801997791422749564" title="2 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3240876627291850419/posts/default/2801997791422749564?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3240876627291850419/posts/default/2801997791422749564?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ViLiOuvi/~3/06PMK2QJsI4/jorge-da-capadocia-jorge-ben-jor.html" title="Jorge da Capadócia  -  Jorge Ben Jor" /><author><name>Nina Victor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06968422695719668314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="00227645304370630713" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://viliouvi.blogspot.com/2009/04/jorge-da-capadocia-jorge-ben-jor.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkUBQHg-eyp7ImA9WxVWGUw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3240876627291850419.post-1552588168975768586</id><published>2009-03-01T11:16:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T11:37:31.653-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-03-01T11:37:31.653-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="drama" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="biografia" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="filme" /><title>O Homem Que Não Vendeu Sua Alma  (1966)</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lNpJ8WZl_ZI/SaqZfaH11CI/AAAAAAAALkc/-bZDFxvvxV0/s1600-h/man_for_all_seasons.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 244px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lNpJ8WZl_ZI/SaqZfaH11CI/AAAAAAAALkc/-bZDFxvvxV0/s400/man_for_all_seasons.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308223875676754978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Na Inglaterra do século XVI, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Thomas More se recusa a trair suas convicções religiosas para permitir que o rei da Inglaterra se separe de sua esposa para poder se casar novamente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0060665/"&gt;Filme histórico e clássico&lt;/a&gt; que conta a trajetória de Thomas More, fervoroso católico que se mantém fiel à sua crença religiosa mesmo quando esta fé pode lhe custar a vida. Caso você não seja muito familiarizado com este episódio da história da Inglaterra, poderá se sentir meio perdido ao longo filme, pois ele não é muito explícito quanto aos absurdos de Henrique VIII na sua ânsia de casar-se com Ana Bolena. Mas mesmo assim, é um filmaço, daqueles que não se pode deixar de ver. Ah sim, anos depois, Sir Thomas More foi canonizado pela Igreja Católica. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="240" src="http://www.spike.com/efp" quality="high" bgcolor="000000" name="efp" align="middle" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" flashvars="flvbaseclip=2673484" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;  &lt;div style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:12px; background-color: #000; width: 448px; padding: 3px 0; color: #fff;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.spike.com/video/man-for-all-seasons/2673484" style="color: #ffcc35; margin-left: 5px;"&gt;A Man for All Seasons - Trailer &lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a href="http://www.spike.com/channel/movies" style="color: #ffcc35"&gt;Movies &amp;amp; TV&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a href="http://www.spike.com/" style="color: #ffcc35"&gt;SPIKE.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://viliouvi.blogspot.com/&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3240876627291850419-1552588168975768586?l=viliouvi.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://viliouvi.blogspot.com/feeds/1552588168975768586/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3240876627291850419&amp;postID=1552588168975768586" title="5 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3240876627291850419/posts/default/1552588168975768586?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3240876627291850419/posts/default/1552588168975768586?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ViLiOuvi/~3/kpaA4sLPJFw/o-homem-que-nao-vendeu-sua-alma-1966.html" title="O Homem Que Não Vendeu Sua Alma  (1966)" /><author><name>Nina Victor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06968422695719668314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="00227645304370630713" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lNpJ8WZl_ZI/SaqZfaH11CI/AAAAAAAALkc/-bZDFxvvxV0/s72-c/man_for_all_seasons.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">5</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://viliouvi.blogspot.com/2009/03/o-homem-que-nao-vendeu-sua-alma-1966.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEYNSXs_cCp7ImA9WxVWFkk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3240876627291850419.post-2624814908286885452</id><published>2009-02-26T07:53:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T08:03:18.548-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-02-26T08:03:18.548-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="ação" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="filme" /><title>Rede de Mentiras  (2008)</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lNpJ8WZl_ZI/SaZ1QtpR4rI/AAAAAAAALf0/X4VoQmYooEI/s1600-h/body-of-lies-poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 260px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lNpJ8WZl_ZI/SaZ1QtpR4rI/AAAAAAAALf0/X4VoQmYooEI/s400/body-of-lies-poster.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307058140893799090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Roger Ferris é o melhor homem que o Serviço Secreto americano tem no Oriente Médio. Seus trabalhos dependem das ordens do burocrata Ed Hoffman. Ambos estão no encalço de um terrorista, mas precisam contar com o Serviço Secreto da Jordânia para capturá-lo. Porém, oficial e subordinado usam métodos diferentes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apesar de não ser uma entusiasta deste estilo de filme, gostei bastante de "&lt;a href="http://bodyoflies.warnerbros.com/index.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rede de Mentiras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;". É história para não piscar o olho, nem se distrair, tudo que acontece é importante e é preciso ficar atento para não perder o fio da meada. Uma boa pedida em termos de filme de ação.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Mgb79IBeRYk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Mgb79IBeRYk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://viliouvi.blogspot.com/&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3240876627291850419-2624814908286885452?l=viliouvi.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://viliouvi.blogspot.com/feeds/2624814908286885452/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3240876627291850419&amp;postID=2624814908286885452" title="1 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3240876627291850419/posts/default/2624814908286885452?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3240876627291850419/posts/default/2624814908286885452?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ViLiOuvi/~3/g8S8ZG63g8A/rede-de-mentiras-2008.html" title="Rede de Mentiras  (2008)" /><author><name>Nina Victor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06968422695719668314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="00227645304370630713" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lNpJ8WZl_ZI/SaZ1QtpR4rI/AAAAAAAALf0/X4VoQmYooEI/s72-c/body-of-lies-poster.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://viliouvi.blogspot.com/2009/02/rede-de-mentiras-2008.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEAGR3g4fSp7ImA9WxVWE0k.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3240876627291850419.post-1127997249819146270</id><published>2009-02-22T16:56:00.007-03:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T19:45:26.635-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-02-22T19:45:26.635-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="memes e selos" /><title>Selo "Porque o mundo quer saber mais sobre você!"</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lNpJ8WZl_ZI/SaGuJPShRdI/AAAAAAAALek/7yzIWVVJbt4/s1600-h/66.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 219px; height: 220px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lNpJ8WZl_ZI/SaGuJPShRdI/AAAAAAAALek/7yzIWVVJbt4/s400/66.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305713309765420498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Lili do blog &lt;a href="http://nossosromances.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nossos Romances&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; e a Natália do &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://meninasdabahia.blogspot.com"&gt;Meninas da Bahia&lt;/a&gt; me ofereceram o selinho ao lado. Obrigada, meninas :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A brincadeira consiste, basicamente, em dizer seis coisas aleatórias sobre si mesmo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regras:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Linkar a pessoa que te indicou.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Escrever as regras do meme em seu blog.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Contar 6 coisas aleatórias sobre você.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Indique mais 6 pessoas e coloque os links no final do post.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Deixe a pessoa saber que você a indicou, deixando um comentário para ela.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Deixe os indicados saberem quando você publicar seu post.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dito isto, vou contar seis coisas sobre mim:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1- Gosto mais da noite do que do dia, pois me sinto mais produtiva e criativa;&lt;br /&gt;2- Não gosto de ir a praia e nem de pegar sol;&lt;br /&gt;3- Sou totalmente apaixonada pelos gatos, especialmente minhas filhotas Padme e Durga;&lt;br /&gt;4- Não imagino minha vida sem ter um computador (eu amo essa máquina);&lt;br /&gt;5- Gosto de ler deitada na cama, antes de dormir e também no taxi, indo e voltando do trabalho;&lt;br /&gt;6- Por falar em trabalho, preferia não precisar trabalhar, nasci com dom para ser "dondoca" (um dia eu chego lá, rs)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora, vou repassar a brincadeira para os seguintes blogs/blogueiros:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) &lt;a href="http://plataformavirtual.wordpress.com/"&gt;Plataforma Virtual&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) &lt;a href="http://estadodelitio.wordpress.com/"&gt;Estado de Lítio&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) &lt;a href="http://heliojenne.blogspot.com/"&gt;Meu Blues Pra Você&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) &lt;a href="http://monikabaumann.blogspot.com/"&gt;Toques de Prazer&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) &lt;a href="http://pequenosgrandessentimentos.blogspot.com/"&gt;Pequenos Grandes Sentimentos&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) &lt;a href="http://jardimdaluiza.blogspot.com/"&gt;Meu Jardim&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://viliouvi.blogspot.com/&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3240876627291850419-1127997249819146270?l=viliouvi.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://viliouvi.blogspot.com/feeds/1127997249819146270/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3240876627291850419&amp;postID=1127997249819146270" title="3 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3240876627291850419/posts/default/1127997249819146270?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3240876627291850419/posts/default/1127997249819146270?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ViLiOuvi/~3/qzOnB_E1fvI/selo-porque-o-mundo-quer-saber-mais.html" title="Selo &quot;Porque o mundo quer saber mais sobre você!&quot;" /><author><name>Nina Victor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06968422695719668314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="00227645304370630713" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lNpJ8WZl_ZI/SaGuJPShRdI/AAAAAAAALek/7yzIWVVJbt4/s72-c/66.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://viliouvi.blogspot.com/2009/02/selo-porque-o-mundo-quer-saber-mais.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0ENQHw8cSp7ImA9WxVXGUg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3240876627291850419.post-2022902648804517680</id><published>2009-02-17T19:34:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T08:14:51.279-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-02-18T08:14:51.279-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="livro" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="biografia" /><title>As Vidas de Chico Xavier, de Marcel Souto Maior</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lNpJ8WZl_ZI/SZs7qtmEKYI/AAAAAAAALXk/R6SdIbpy_88/s1600-h/imagem.dll.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 291px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lNpJ8WZl_ZI/SZs7qtmEKYI/AAAAAAAALXk/R6SdIbpy_88/s400/imagem.dll.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303898591138687362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="detalhe_texto" style="padding: 20px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; Chico Xavier viveu seus 92 anos no limite. Com um pé na terra e outro no além, fechou os olhos e pôs no papel poemas, crônicas, mensagens. Em 2002, o médium que foi eleito um dos brasileiros mais importantes do século XX encerrou sua missão. Virou mito. Este livro traz sua história escrita pelo jornalista Marcel Souto Maior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Crenças religiosas a parte, é impossível não se impressionar com a vida de Francisco Cândido Xavier. Desde menino, algo de especial já podia ser percebido. E ao longo de sua vida, diversos episódios surpreendentes aconteceram. Muitas vezes incompreendido, Chico Xavier, não desanimou, seguiu cumprindo e aceitando seu destino até o derradeiro dia.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ele costumava dizer que gostaria de morrer num dia em que os brasileiros estivessem felizes. E assim foi: faleceu no dia em que nossa seleção conquistava o pentacampeonato de futebol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://viliouvi.blogspot.com/&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3240876627291850419-2022902648804517680?l=viliouvi.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://viliouvi.blogspot.com/feeds/2022902648804517680/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3240876627291850419&amp;postID=2022902648804517680" title="3 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3240876627291850419/posts/default/2022902648804517680?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3240876627291850419/posts/default/2022902648804517680?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ViLiOuvi/~3/ITQpAUgGT_c/as-vidas-de-chico-xavier-de-marcel.html" title="As Vidas de Chico Xavier, de Marcel Souto Maior" /><author><name>Nina Victor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06968422695719668314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="00227645304370630713" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lNpJ8WZl_ZI/SZs7qtmEKYI/AAAAAAAALXk/R6SdIbpy_88/s72-c/imagem.dll.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://viliouvi.blogspot.com/2009/02/as-vidas-de-chico-xavier-de-marcel.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A04CRHY4eCp7ImA9WxVXGE8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3240876627291850419.post-8119131040556701236</id><published>2009-02-16T08:27:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T21:19:25.830-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-02-16T21:19:25.830-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="comédia romântica" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="filme" /><title>Teoria do Caos  (2007)</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lNpJ8WZl_ZI/SZn9R56rPUI/AAAAAAAALXM/evbzxHLkBu8/s1600-h/chaos_theory.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lNpJ8WZl_ZI/SZn9R56rPUI/AAAAAAAALXM/evbzxHLkBu8/s400/chaos_theory.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303548520251997506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frank Allen tem aperfeiçoado a arte de viver através de um sistema infalível de calendários. O seu diário de listas “a fazer” é uma lenda, fazendo cada escolha que faz, ser deliberada, planejada para que sua vida seja ordenada e previsível. Mas a vida em si não obedece esquemas. Um dia  ele descobre que sua esposa teve um caso com seu melhor amigo e que sua filha de sete anos de idade pode ser filha desta relação e não do seu casamento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;O filme é bacaninha e tal.  Não me empolgou e não creio que vá ficar na lembrança. Vale uma sessão da tarde. E só.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0460745/"&gt;IMDB&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/n-42zrbyq6s&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/n-42zrbyq6s&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://viliouvi.blogspot.com/&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3240876627291850419-8119131040556701236?l=viliouvi.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://viliouvi.blogspot.com/feeds/8119131040556701236/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3240876627291850419&amp;postID=8119131040556701236" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3240876627291850419/posts/default/8119131040556701236?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3240876627291850419/posts/default/8119131040556701236?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ViLiOuvi/~3/2liUnSGRyOw/teoria-do-caos-2007.html" title="Teoria do Caos  (2007)" /><author><name>Nina Victor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06968422695719668314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="00227645304370630713" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lNpJ8WZl_ZI/SZn9R56rPUI/AAAAAAAALXM/evbzxHLkBu8/s72-c/chaos_theory.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://viliouvi.blogspot.com/2009/02/teoria-do-caos-2007.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ak8AQXg7fCp7ImA9WxVXFk0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3240876627291850419.post-7146592885692458658</id><published>2009-02-14T08:54:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T08:54:00.604-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-02-14T08:54:00.604-02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="livro" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="fantasia" /><title>Eclipse, de Stephenie Meyer</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lNpJ8WZl_ZI/SZFPCjsl3-I/AAAAAAAALVE/bIxvHiosJuo/s1600-h/imagem.dll.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 287px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lNpJ8WZl_ZI/SZFPCjsl3-I/AAAAAAAALVE/bIxvHiosJuo/s400/imagem.dll.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301105141752389602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto Seattle é assolada por uma sequencia de assassinatos misteriosos e uma vampira maligna continua em sua busca por vingança, Bella está cercada de outros perigos. Em meio a isso, ela é forçada a escolher entre seu amor por Edward e sua amizade com Jacob - uma opção que tem o potencial para reacender o conflito perene entre vampiros e lobisomens. Com a proximidade da formatura, Bella vive mais um dilema: vida ou morte. Mas o que representará cada uma dessas escolhas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No terceiro livro da série, Bella, a mocinha, está mais chata do que nunca. Ela tem tantas frescuras e chiliques que é incrível que tantos garotos gostem dela. Mas considerando que o fleumático Edward, neste volume também está chatinho, é provável que, de fato, eles formem o casal perfeito. Por outro lado, minha simpatia pelos lobisomens, que começou em &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://viliouvi.blogspot.com/2008/10/lua-nova-de-stephenie-meyer.html"&gt;Lua Nova&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;, cresceu sensivelmente durante a leitura desta parte da história. Jacob é o máximo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://viliouvi.blogspot.com/&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3240876627291850419-7146592885692458658?l=viliouvi.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://viliouvi.blogspot.com/feeds/7146592885692458658/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3240876627291850419&amp;postID=7146592885692458658" title="5 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3240876627291850419/posts/default/7146592885692458658?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3240876627291850419/posts/default/7146592885692458658?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ViLiOuvi/~3/ITN6gxhXRG0/eclipse-de-stephenie-meyer.html" title="Eclipse, de Stephenie Meyer" /><author><name>Nina Victor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06968422695719668314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="00227645304370630713" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lNpJ8WZl_ZI/SZFPCjsl3-I/AAAAAAAALVE/bIxvHiosJuo/s72-c/imagem.dll.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">5</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://viliouvi.blogspot.com/2009/02/eclipse-de-stephenie-meyer.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUUMQXo8eip7ImA9WxVXFE4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3240876627291850419.post-7706851615324286399</id><published>2009-02-12T08:08:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T08:08:00.472-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-02-12T08:08:00.472-02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="drama" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="biografia" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="filme" /><title>Maria Antonieta   (2006)</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lNpJ8WZl_ZI/SY4-8HzUjjI/AAAAAAAALTU/Yn47Mbzw0l8/s1600-h/marie-antoinette_poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 269px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lNpJ8WZl_ZI/SY4-8HzUjjI/AAAAAAAALTU/Yn47Mbzw0l8/s400/marie-antoinette_poster.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300243014069030450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="style3"&gt;A princesa austríaca Maria Antonieta é enviada para se casar com o príncipe francês. Reprimida pelo ambiente da corte, ela cria seu próprio universo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Só que, fora das paredes do palácio, a revolução não pode mais esperar para explodir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.sonypictures.com/homevideo/marieantoinette/"&gt; filme&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; foi baseado na biografia de &lt;a href="http://www.marie-antoinette.org/Welcome.html"&gt;Maria Antonieta&lt;/a&gt; escrita por Antonia Fraser. Eu gostei do filme, talvez, encantada pelos cenários e figurinos. A trilha sonora moderninha encheu minha paciência. Não gostei e não achei genial, como muitos acham. O interessante é que o filme é bastante econômico em termos de diálogos. São poucos. Muito mais imagem do que fala. Como a fotografia é bela, isso não é um problema. Vale a pena dar uma olhada. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hzISuEUezSg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hzISuEUezSg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://viliouvi.blogspot.com/&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3240876627291850419-7706851615324286399?l=viliouvi.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://viliouvi.blogspot.com/feeds/7706851615324286399/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3240876627291850419&amp;postID=7706851615324286399" title="2 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3240876627291850419/posts/default/7706851615324286399?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3240876627291850419/posts/default/7706851615324286399?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ViLiOuvi/~3/irJ4bbNIgvU/maria-antonieta-2006.html" title="Maria Antonieta   (2006)" /><author><name>Nina Victor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06968422695719668314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="00227645304370630713" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lNpJ8WZl_ZI/SY4-8HzUjjI/AAAAAAAALTU/Yn47Mbzw0l8/s72-c/marie-antoinette_poster.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://viliouvi.blogspot.com/2009/02/maria-antonieta-2006.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkcEQH05fip7ImA9WxVXEks.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3240876627291850419.post-3947531838930256924</id><published>2009-02-10T08:00:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T08:00:01.326-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-02-10T08:00:01.326-02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="ficção científica" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="filme" /><title>A Batalha do Planeta dos Macacos  (1973)</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lNpJ8WZl_ZI/SYwDnYmoM1I/AAAAAAAALR0/GyWXVuPJuGM/s1600-h/batalha+planeta+macacos.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 301px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lNpJ8WZl_ZI/SYwDnYmoM1I/AAAAAAAALR0/GyWXVuPJuGM/s400/batalha+planeta+macacos.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299614836662481746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Manter a harmonia entre homens e macacos é a difícil tarefa do chimpanzé César. Desafiado pelo gorila Aldo e surpreendido pela revolta de um grupo de humanos ainda inteligentes que viviam escondidos, César terá que enfrentar mais uma guerra entre humanos e símios pelo domínio do planeta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Na minha opinião, o &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0069768/"&gt;quinto filme&lt;/a&gt; da série, embora necessário para fechar a história, é o menos atraente de todos. É o único que eu considero chato. É uma pequena história esticada ao máximo para se tornar um longa metragem. Vale a pena apenas como registro do desfecho da série, que como um todo,  eu considero muito boa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NYEO6hm375Y&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NYEO6hm375Y&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://viliouvi.blogspot.com/&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3240876627291850419-3947531838930256924?l=viliouvi.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://viliouvi.blogspot.com/feeds/3947531838930256924/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3240876627291850419&amp;postID=3947531838930256924" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3240876627291850419/posts/default/3947531838930256924?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3240876627291850419/posts/default/3947531838930256924?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ViLiOuvi/~3/X4ByUg4UgyQ/batalha-do-planeta-dos-macacos-1973.html" title="A Batalha do Planeta dos Macacos  (1973)" /><author><name>Nina Victor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06968422695719668314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="00227645304370630713" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lNpJ8WZl_ZI/SYwDnYmoM1I/AAAAAAAALR0/GyWXVuPJuGM/s72-c/batalha+planeta+macacos.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://viliouvi.blogspot.com/2009/02/batalha-do-planeta-dos-macacos-1973.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUUEQXo6cSp7ImA9WxVXEEU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3240876627291850419.post-4460347271337388918</id><published>2009-02-08T08:00:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T08:00:00.419-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-02-08T08:00:00.419-02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="ficção científica" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="filme" /><title>A Conquista do Planeta dos Macacos  (1972)</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lNpJ8WZl_ZI/SYv7vgJT1kI/AAAAAAAALRs/zYF-pjN9f3s/s1600-h/conquest_of_the_planet_of_the_apes.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 257px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lNpJ8WZl_ZI/SYv7vgJT1kI/AAAAAAAALRs/zYF-pjN9f3s/s400/conquest_of_the_planet_of_the_apes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299606180032927298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Numa época em que os macacos são treinados para realizar tarefas e acabam sendo escravizados pelos humanos, César, filho de Zira e Cornellius , irá comandar a rebelião que dará início à supremacia dos símios.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;O &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0068408/"&gt;quarto filme&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; da série é bem bacana. Foi o que me deixou as maiores lembranças depois desses anos todos. A transformação de César, de macaco-rapaz inseguro e temeroso, em astuto líder da revolta dos macacos é bem marcante. É um filme cheio de ação que mostra por que os humanos perderam o domínio sobre o planeta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/eau3RoxGN8E&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/eau3RoxGN8E&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://viliouvi.blogspot.com/&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3240876627291850419-4460347271337388918?l=viliouvi.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://viliouvi.blogspot.com/feeds/4460347271337388918/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3240876627291850419&amp;postID=4460347271337388918" title="1 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3240876627291850419/posts/default/4460347271337388918?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3240876627291850419/posts/default/4460347271337388918?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ViLiOuvi/~3/uSYaXhXJGtw/conquista-do-planeta-dos-macacos-1972.html" title="A Conquista do Planeta dos Macacos  (1972)" /><author><name>Nina Victor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06968422695719668314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="00227645304370630713" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lNpJ8WZl_ZI/SYv7vgJT1kI/AAAAAAAALRs/zYF-pjN9f3s/s72-c/conquest_of_the_planet_of_the_apes.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://viliouvi.blogspot.com/2009/02/conquista-do-planeta-dos-macacos-1972.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkMEQX0-fSp7ImA9WxVQGUw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3240876627291850419.post-3758303724221255464</id><published>2009-02-06T08:00:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T08:00:00.355-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-02-06T08:00:00.355-02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="ficção científica" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="filme" /><title>Fuga Do Planeta Dos Macacos  (1971)</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lNpJ8WZl_ZI/SYZEmR5vCsI/AAAAAAAALQM/wKSUpAHSLXQ/s1600-h/escape_from_the_planet_of_the_apes.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 257px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lNpJ8WZl_ZI/SYZEmR5vCsI/AAAAAAAALQM/wKSUpAHSLXQ/s400/escape_from_the_planet_of_the_apes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297997436079246018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="style5"&gt;Dois cientistas símios, Cornelius e Zira, retornam no tempo e chegam no século XX, em Los Angeles. Quando eles revelam sua habilidade para falar primeiramente são tratados como curiosidade, mas depois como uma grande ameaça, quando o governo crê na história de que a Terra será dominada pelos macacos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Este &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0067065/"&gt;terceiro filme&lt;/a&gt; da série, a princípio, é o mais light de todos. No decorrer da história há momentos que beiram a comédia, bem engraçadinhos mesmo. Afinal, Zira e Cornelius são adoráveis. Mas desta vez o destino lhes será implacável. E abrirá as portas do futuro...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/L_NogFzCU58&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/L_NogFzCU58&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://viliouvi.blogspot.com/&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3240876627291850419-3758303724221255464?l=viliouvi.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://viliouvi.blogspot.com/feeds/3758303724221255464/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3240876627291850419&amp;postID=3758303724221255464" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3240876627291850419/posts/default/3758303724221255464?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3240876627291850419/posts/default/3758303724221255464?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ViLiOuvi/~3/3Y0t_Xb8hBk/fuga-do-planeta-dos-macacos-1971.html" title="Fuga Do Planeta Dos Macacos  (1971)" /><author><name>Nina Victor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06968422695719668314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="00227645304370630713" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lNpJ8WZl_ZI/SYZEmR5vCsI/AAAAAAAALQM/wKSUpAHSLXQ/s72-c/escape_from_the_planet_of_the_apes.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://viliouvi.blogspot.com/2009/02/fuga-do-planeta-dos-macacos-1971.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0EEQXc6cCp7ImA9WxVQF0k.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3240876627291850419.post-2546323520687207899</id><published>2009-02-04T08:00:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T08:00:00.918-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-02-04T08:00:00.918-02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="ficção científica" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="filme" /><title>De Volta Ao Planeta Dos Macacos  (1970)</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lNpJ8WZl_ZI/SYW3-DWrctI/AAAAAAAALP8/dQ5p5UNAVqo/s1600-h/beneath_the_planet_of_the_apes.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 257px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lNpJ8WZl_ZI/SYW3-DWrctI/AAAAAAAALP8/dQ5p5UNAVqo/s400/beneath_the_planet_of_the_apes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297842813351457490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Um astronauta parte para encontrar os desaparecidos da missão anterior, mas acaba ficando também preso na Terra de 3955. Lá ele encontra os macacos que dominam o planeta e ainda uma nova raça, que idolatra bombas atômicas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0065462/"&gt;De Volta ao Planeta dos Macacos&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;" é o segundo filme da série. Não causa o mesmo impacto do primeiro, claro, mas nem por isso deixa de valer a pena. Nesta história todo o temor dos macacos em relação às atitudes humanas se justifica. E mais uma vez, foi como um alerta, nos tempos da guerra fria. Porém, mesmo hoje, quando não se vive mais o fantasma da tal guerra fria, o clamor dos  chimpanzés pacifistas não parece datado. Ainda desejamos a PAZ.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9M_GXymd7KM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9M_GXymd7KM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://viliouvi.blogspot.com/&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3240876627291850419-2546323520687207899?l=viliouvi.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://viliouvi.blogspot.com/feeds/2546323520687207899/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3240876627291850419&amp;postID=2546323520687207899" title="2 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3240876627291850419/posts/default/2546323520687207899?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3240876627291850419/posts/default/2546323520687207899?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ViLiOuvi/~3/f2J2w0PmcEk/de-volta-ao-planeta-dos-macacos-1970.html" title="De Volta Ao Planeta Dos Macacos  (1970)" /><author><name>Nina Victor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06968422695719668314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="00227645304370630713" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lNpJ8WZl_ZI/SYW3-DWrctI/AAAAAAAALP8/dQ5p5UNAVqo/s72-c/beneath_the_planet_of_the_apes.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://viliouvi.blogspot.com/2009/02/de-volta-ao-planeta-dos-macacos-1970.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkIAQX8_eyp7ImA9WxVQFUo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3240876627291850419.post-8566676661536927626</id><published>2009-02-02T08:29:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T08:29:00.143-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-02-02T08:29:00.143-02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="ficção científica" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="filme" /><title>O Planeta dos Macacos  (1968)</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lNpJ8WZl_ZI/SYTfDrOn38I/AAAAAAAALP0/qr7LrTciGjY/s1600-h/planetoftheapes.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 260px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lNpJ8WZl_ZI/SYTfDrOn38I/AAAAAAAALP0/qr7LrTciGjY/s400/planetoftheapes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297604315931205570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A partir do romance de Pleu Boulle, o filme retoma aquela idéia do elo perdido entre o homem e o macaco - mas de um outro ponto de vista: no ano de 3978, astronautas chegam a um planeta habitado por macacos ultra-inteligentes e são escravizados. Um deles escapa e vira objeto de estudo. A dúvida: teriam os evoluídos macacos se originado dos homens?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;    &lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0063442/"&gt;O Planeta dos Macacos&lt;/a&gt; é desses filmes que eu não canso de rever. Quando eu o vi pela primeira vez, lá pelos anos 70, eu fiquei chocada. E com medo. Lembro-me que as idas ao Zoológico não foram mais tranquilas desde então. Eu sempre olhava desconfiada para os macacos... rs  A possibilidade do jogo virar e, de dominadores passarmos a dominados, num mundo dizimado, é muito assustadora. E, se lembrarmos o contexto mundial - em plena guerra fria - dá para imaginar a mexida básica que esta história deu na mente das pessoas.  É um clássico da ficção científica. Filme para ver sem falta. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CvR2mCx-Jnc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CvR2mCx-Jnc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://viliouvi.blogspot.com/&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3240876627291850419-8566676661536927626?l=viliouvi.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://viliouvi.blogspot.com/feeds/8566676661536927626/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3240876627291850419&amp;postID=8566676661536927626" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3240876627291850419/posts/default/8566676661536927626?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3240876627291850419/posts/default/8566676661536927626?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ViLiOuvi/~3/pmRnHAZRDJI/o-planeta-dos-macacos-1968.html" title="O Planeta dos Macacos  (1968)" /><author><name>Nina Victor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06968422695719668314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="00227645304370630713" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lNpJ8WZl_ZI/SYTfDrOn38I/AAAAAAAALP0/qr7LrTciGjY/s72-c/planetoftheapes.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://viliouvi.blogspot.com/2009/02/o-planeta-dos-macacos-1968.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0EHSHkyfyp7ImA9WxVQE0Q.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3240876627291850419.post-2982703785692595613</id><published>2009-01-31T08:28:00.006-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T09:00:39.797-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-01-31T09:00:39.797-02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="série de tv" /><title>Carnivàle  (2003 )</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lNpJ8WZl_ZI/SYQoOfUWKLI/AAAAAAAALOM/gOfivuZ6My8/s1600-h/carnivale.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 356px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lNpJ8WZl_ZI/SYQoOfUWKLI/AAAAAAAALOM/gOfivuZ6My8/s400/carnivale.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297403291084662962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Antes do início, depois da grande guerra entre o Céu e o Inferno, Deus criou a Terra e a entregou ao ardiloso macaco chamado homem. E a cada geração nascia uma criatura de luz e uma criatura de trevas. E grandes exércitos se digladiaram na noite da antiga guerra entre o bem e o mal. Era um tempo de magia, nobreza e inimaginável crueldade. E foi assim até o dia em que um falso sol explodiu sobre Trinity, e o homem trocou para sempre a magia pela razão."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É com essas palavras que Samson, um anão que comanda um circo itinerante de aberrações abre a série. &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0319969/"&gt;Carnivàle&lt;/a&gt; é uma série de terror e fantasia ambientada no deserto dos Estados Unidos em 1934, durante a grande depressão. E é nesse contexto que vemos um confronto se delinear. A série narra simultaneamente duas histórias: a de um fugitivo que se agrega a um circo/parque de diversões e a de um reverendo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Posso dizer, com segurança, que &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.hbo.com/carnivale/"&gt;Carnivàle&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; é uma das séries que eu mais gostei de assistir. Mas infelizmente, esta instigante série durou apenas duas temporadas. E eu gosto tanto dela que já vi a história completa três vezes. E muito provavelmente verei outras vezes. Adianto que, se você não sente atração pelo oculto e pelos mistérios, possivelmente não se deixará envolver pelo que aparece na tela. Contudo, se você é chegado ao sobrenatural e ao (a princípio)  inexplicável, vai se deliciar com os marcantes personagens, com o clima e com a crescente tensão que vai tomando conta dos rumos da história. É de arrepiar os cabelos e acelerar o coração. Não perca! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BMqLks7qnew&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BMqLks7qnew&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://viliouvi.blogspot.com/&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3240876627291850419-2982703785692595613?l=viliouvi.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://viliouvi.blogspot.com/feeds/2982703785692595613/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3240876627291850419&amp;postID=2982703785692595613" title="1 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3240876627291850419/posts/default/2982703785692595613?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3240876627291850419/posts/default/2982703785692595613?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ViLiOuvi/~3/783ueXqr_wo/carnivale-2003.html" title="Carnivàle  (2003 )" /><author><name>Nina Victor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06968422695719668314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="00227645304370630713" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lNpJ8WZl_ZI/SYQoOfUWKLI/AAAAAAAALOM/gOfivuZ6My8/s72-c/carnivale.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://viliouvi.blogspot.com/2009/01/carnivale-2003.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DU8MQH4-fyp7ImA9WxVQEU4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3240876627291850419.post-7248147729699966795</id><published>2009-01-28T08:18:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T08:18:01.057-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-01-28T08:18:01.057-02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="vídeo música" /><title>Sister Morphine  -  Marianne Faithful</title><content type="html">&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/caveeoOiKZs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/caveeoOiKZs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I lie in my hospital bed,&lt;br /&gt;Tell me, Sister Morphine, when are you coming round again.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I don't think I can wait that long,&lt;br /&gt;Oh, you see I'm not that strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The scream of the ambulance is&lt;br /&gt;sounding&lt;a style="border-bottom: 1px solid rgb(153, 22, 22); color: rgb(153, 22, 22); text-decoration: underline; display: inline; background-color: transparent; font-size: 1em; padding-bottom: 1px; line-height: 1em; position: relative;" class="tfTextLink" href="javascript:void(0)"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; in my ears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="EchoTopic"&gt;Tell me, Sister Morphine, how long have I been lying here ?&lt;br /&gt;What am I doing in this place ?&lt;br /&gt;Why does the doctor have no face ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I can't crawl across the floor.&lt;br /&gt;Can't you see, Sister Morphine, I'm just trying to score.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it just goes to show things are not what they seem.&lt;br /&gt;Please, Sister Morphine, turn my nightmare into dreams.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, can't you see I'm fading fast&lt;br /&gt;And that this shot will be my last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet Cousin Cocaine, lay your cool hands on my head.&lt;br /&gt;Hey, Sister Morphine, you'd better make up my bed&lt;br /&gt;For you know and I know in the morning I'll be dead,&lt;br /&gt;And you can sit around and you can watch&lt;br /&gt;The clean white sheets stain red.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Esta música apesar de ter uma letra forte e... porrada mesmo, me faz viajar. Simplesmente gosto de ouví-la repetidamente, algumas vezes. A gravação dos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gtz8qZz6s8s"&gt;Rolling Stones&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; é bem bacana - digo isso mesmo não gostando muito dos caras. Mas é a interpretação de &lt;a href="http://viliouvi.blogspot.com/2009/01/irina-palm-2007.html"&gt;Marianne Faithful&lt;/a&gt;, a primeira a gravar a música,  que me agrada mais, por isso a escolhi para este post. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://viliouvi.blogspot.com/&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3240876627291850419-7248147729699966795?l=viliouvi.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://viliouvi.blogspot.com/feeds/7248147729699966795/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3240876627291850419&amp;postID=7248147729699966795" title="1 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3240876627291850419/posts/default/7248147729699966795?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3240876627291850419/posts/default/7248147729699966795?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ViLiOuvi/~3/T6-ucufF6b8/sister-morphine-marianne-faithful.html" title="Sister Morphine  -  Marianne Faithful" /><author><name>Nina Victor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06968422695719668314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="00227645304370630713" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://viliouvi.blogspot.com/2009/01/sister-morphine-marianne-faithful.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkIAQXYyfCp7ImA9WxVRGEU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3240876627291850419.post-8825546601511919820</id><published>2009-01-25T08:49:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T08:49:00.894-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-01-25T08:49:00.894-02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="drama" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="filme" /><title>O Curioso Caso de Benjamin Button  (2008)</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lNpJ8WZl_ZI/SXs61gNgwDI/AAAAAAAALJc/YIzJAulWhTI/s1600-h/curious_case_of_benjamin_button_ver3.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 259px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lNpJ8WZl_ZI/SXs61gNgwDI/AAAAAAAALJc/YIzJAulWhTI/s400/curious_case_of_benjamin_button_ver3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294890477758234674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="style5"&gt;Nova Orleans, 1918. Benjamin Button (Brad Pitt) nasceu de forma incomum, com a aparência e doenças de uma pessoa em torno dos oitenta anos mesmo sendo um bebê. Ao invés de envelhecer com o passar do tempo, Button rejuvenesce. Quando ainda criança ele conhece Daisy (Cate Blanchett), da mesma idade que ele, por quem se apaixona. É preciso esperar que Daisy cresça, tornando-se uma mulher, e que Benjamin rejuvenesça para que, quando tiverem idades parecidas, possam enfim se envolver.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="style5"&gt;O filme é baseado num conto de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; F. Scott Fitzgerald e é muito bom realmente.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="style5"&gt;Vale todas as indicações que recebeu ao Oscar. O efeito da história em mim foi a melancolia, alguma trsiteza e vários pontos para pensar sobre a vida, suas possibilidades e suas impossibilidades e  seu inadiável termo, quando enfim, chega o momento. Mas também mostra superação e amor. Muito amor, lato sensu. Não deixe de conhecer a fantástica história de Benjamim Button.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="style5"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.benjaminbutton.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SITE OFICIAL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Od07hAxT6go&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Od07hAxT6go&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://viliouvi.blogspot.com/&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3240876627291850419-8825546601511919820?l=viliouvi.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://viliouvi.blogspot.com/feeds/8825546601511919820/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3240876627291850419&amp;postID=8825546601511919820" title="9 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3240876627291850419/posts/default/8825546601511919820?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3240876627291850419/posts/default/8825546601511919820?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ViLiOuvi/~3/AMsdu0lX-o4/o-curioso-caso-de-benjamin-button-2008.html" title="O Curioso Caso de Benjamin Button  (2008)" /><author><name>Nina Victor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06968422695719668314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="00227645304370630713" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lNpJ8WZl_ZI/SXs61gNgwDI/AAAAAAAALJc/YIzJAulWhTI/s72-c/curious_case_of_benjamin_button_ver3.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">9</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://viliouvi.blogspot.com/2009/01/o-curioso-caso-de-benjamin-button-2008.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkICQXY6fyp7ImA9WxVRF0Q.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3240876627291850419.post-7758854640732968137</id><published>2009-01-24T08:56:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T08:56:00.817-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-01-24T08:56:00.817-02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="animação" /><title>Horton e o Mundo dos Quem!</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lNpJ8WZl_ZI/SXPCDoUnzuI/AAAAAAAALBk/giBQ7dShLa8/s1600-h/horton_hears_a_who.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 273px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lNpJ8WZl_ZI/SXPCDoUnzuI/AAAAAAAALBk/giBQ7dShLa8/s400/horton_hears_a_who.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292787354709774050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="style5"&gt;Horton  é um elefante que, um dia, ouve um pedido de socorro vindo de uma partícula de poeira que flutua no ar. Surpreso, ele passa a desconfiar que possa existir vida dentro daquela partícula. Trata-se dos Quem, seres que ignoram a existência de vida fora da cidade em que vivem, a Quemlândia. Mesmo com todos à sua volta acreditando que perdeu o juízo, Horton decide ajudar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Esta animação passa uma mensagem muito bacana para todos e, de quebra, poderá plantar uma sementinha de curiosidade na mente das crianças. Afinal, só existe aquilo que podemos ver, sentir? No final, boas palavras: " que sirva para o amigo ou mesmo para um estranho: uma pessoa é uma pessoa, não importa o tamanho".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/v77HUnMJE9o&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/v77HUnMJE9o&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://viliouvi.blogspot.com/&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3240876627291850419-7758854640732968137?l=viliouvi.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://viliouvi.blogspot.com/feeds/7758854640732968137/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3240876627291850419&amp;postID=7758854640732968137" title="2 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3240876627291850419/posts/default/7758854640732968137?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3240876627291850419/posts/default/7758854640732968137?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ViLiOuvi/~3/XJKGAFh_Ywk/horton-e-o-mundo-dos-quem.html" title="Horton e o Mundo dos Quem!" /><author><name>Nina Victor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06968422695719668314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="00227645304370630713" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lNpJ8WZl_ZI/SXPCDoUnzuI/AAAAAAAALBk/giBQ7dShLa8/s72-c/horton_hears_a_who.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://viliouvi.blogspot.com/2009/01/horton-e-o-mundo-dos-quem.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0cEQXs6eSp7ImA9WxVRFkw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3240876627291850419.post-4708647569669772315</id><published>2009-01-22T08:10:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T08:10:00.511-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-01-22T08:10:00.511-02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="documentário" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="filme" /><title>Imagine: John Lennon  (1988)</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lNpJ8WZl_ZI/SXb1Om5xcrI/AAAAAAAALCc/LshtrXGoNfc/s1600-h/imagine.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lNpJ8WZl_ZI/SXb1Om5xcrI/AAAAAAAALCc/LshtrXGoNfc/s400/imagine.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293688043330433714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Essa biografia, feita a base de aproximadamente 240 horas de filmes e videotapes caseiros de Lennon e sua vida, é transformada em uma fascinante história de um dos mais complexos e fascinantes homens da era moderna da música. Inclui algumas cenas polêmicas, perspicazes e algumas até então nunca antes vistas pelo publico.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Excelente pedida para os fãs e mesmo para aqueles que não se encantavam muito com o polêmico Beatle, John Lennon. Sua história é contada de forma linear, entremeada com ótimas músicas que ilustram cada momento. É muito interessante. Vale a pena.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uAfN4pJQHY4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uAfN4pJQHY4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://viliouvi.blogspot.com/&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3240876627291850419-4708647569669772315?l=viliouvi.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://viliouvi.blogspot.com/feeds/4708647569669772315/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3240876627291850419&amp;postID=4708647569669772315" title="2 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3240876627291850419/posts/default/4708647569669772315?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3240876627291850419/posts/default/4708647569669772315?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ViLiOuvi/~3/eBHYdzTs2ao/imagine-john-lennon-1988.html" title="Imagine: John Lennon  (1988)" /><author><name>Nina Victor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06968422695719668314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="00227645304370630713" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lNpJ8WZl_ZI/SXb1Om5xcrI/AAAAAAAALCc/LshtrXGoNfc/s72-c/imagine.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://viliouvi.blogspot.com/2009/01/imagine-john-lennon-1988.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D04CQH49eCp7ImA9WxVRFEk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3240876627291850419.post-2237901702486554156</id><published>2009-01-20T08:06:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T08:06:01.060-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-01-20T08:06:01.060-02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="curta-metragem" /><title>Monday Morning</title><content type="html">&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="264"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sfjuUq6vZWg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/sfjuUq6vZWg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="264"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Film by Jake Kovnat&lt;br /&gt;Featuring Kate More&lt;br /&gt;Co-Direction &amp;amp; Photography  by Philip Sportel&lt;br /&gt;Original Music by Major Grange&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Um filme sem palavras faladas. Porém, as imagens... ah, as imagens - estas não se calam...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://viliouvi.blogspot.com/&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3240876627291850419-2237901702486554156?l=viliouvi.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://viliouvi.blogspot.com/feeds/2237901702486554156/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3240876627291850419&amp;postID=2237901702486554156" title="3 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3240876627291850419/posts/default/2237901702486554156?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3240876627291850419/posts/default/2237901702486554156?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ViLiOuvi/~3/neRWseaAw3U/monday-morning.html" title="Monday Morning" /><author><name>Nina Victor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06968422695719668314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="00227645304370630713" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://viliouvi.blogspot.com/2009/01/monday-morning.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUMEQXY8fSp7ImA9WxVRE0s.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3240876627291850419.post-1003178961918214307</id><published>2009-01-19T09:10:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T09:10:00.875-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-01-19T09:10:00.875-02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="mpb" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="vídeo música" /><title>Não Enche  -  Caetano Veloso</title><content type="html">&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cvhqKWJ1kp0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cvhqKWJ1kp0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me larga, não enche&lt;br /&gt;Você não entende nada&lt;br /&gt;E eu não vou te fazer entender...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me encara, de frente&lt;br /&gt;É que você nunca quis ver&lt;br /&gt;Não vai querer, nem vai ver&lt;br /&gt;Meu lado, meu jeito&lt;br /&gt;O que eu herdei de minha gente&lt;br /&gt;Eu nunca posso perder&lt;br /&gt;Me larga, não enche&lt;br /&gt;Me deixa viver, me deixa viver&lt;br /&gt;Me deixa viver, me deixa viver...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuidado, oxente!&lt;br /&gt;Está no meu querer&lt;br /&gt;Poder fazer você desabar&lt;br /&gt;Do salto, nem tente&lt;br /&gt;Manter as coisas como estão&lt;br /&gt;Porque não dá, não vai dá...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quadrada! Demente!&lt;br /&gt;A melodia do meu samba&lt;br /&gt;Põe você no lugar&lt;br /&gt;Me larga, não enche&lt;br /&gt;Me deixa cantar, me deixa cantar&lt;br /&gt;Me deixa cantar, me deixa cantar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu vou&lt;br /&gt;Clarificar&lt;br /&gt;A minha voz&lt;br /&gt;Gritando&lt;br /&gt;Nada, mais de nós!&lt;br /&gt;Mando meu bando anunciar&lt;br /&gt;Vou me livrar de você...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harpia! Aranha!&lt;br /&gt;Sabedoria de rapina&lt;br /&gt;E de enredar, de enredar&lt;br /&gt;Perua! Piranha!&lt;br /&gt;Minha energia é que&lt;br /&gt;Mantém você suspensa no ar&lt;br /&gt;Prá rua! se manda!&lt;br /&gt;Sai do meu sangue&lt;br /&gt;Sanguessuga&lt;br /&gt;Que só sabe sugar&lt;br /&gt;Pirata! Malandra!&lt;br /&gt;Me deixa gozar, me deixa gozar&lt;br /&gt;Me deixa gozar, me deixa gozar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vagaba! Vampira!&lt;br /&gt;O velho esquema desmorona&lt;br /&gt;Desta vez prá valer&lt;br /&gt;Tarada! Mesquinha!&lt;br /&gt;Pensa que é a dona&lt;br /&gt;E eu lhe pergunto&lt;br /&gt;Quem lhe deu tanto axé?&lt;br /&gt;À-toa! Vadia!&lt;br /&gt;Começa uma outra história&lt;br /&gt;Aqui na luz deste dia "D"&lt;br /&gt;Na boa, na minha&lt;br /&gt;Eu vou viver dez&lt;br /&gt;Eu vou viver cem&lt;br /&gt;Eu vou vou viver mil&lt;br /&gt;Eu vou viver sem você...(2x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu vou viver sem você&lt;br /&gt;Na luz desse dia "D"&lt;br /&gt;Eu vou viver sem você...&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Um fora muito bem dado, cheio de suingue e ritmo, na boa, no escracho, perfeito! Amo esta genial composição do Caetano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://viliouvi.blogspot.com/&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3240876627291850419-1003178961918214307?l=viliouvi.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://viliouvi.blogspot.com/feeds/1003178961918214307/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3240876627291850419&amp;postID=1003178961918214307" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3240876627291850419/posts/default/1003178961918214307?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3240876627291850419/posts/default/1003178961918214307?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ViLiOuvi/~3/mglcYjn7d6c/no-enche-caetano-veloso_19.html" title="Não Enche  -  Caetano Veloso" /><author><name>Nina Victor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06968422695719668314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="00227645304370630713" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://viliouvi.blogspot.com/2009/01/no-enche-caetano-veloso_19.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A08MQXgzcCp7ImA9WxVREko.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3240876627291850419.post-2278182315910792048</id><published>2009-01-18T09:54:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T09:58:00.688-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-01-18T09:58:00.688-02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="drama" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="filme" /><title>Irina Palm  (2007)</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lNpJ8WZl_ZI/SXFWmZ0WAcI/AAAAAAAAK_0/ENSv0y1-Nwg/s1600-h/irina_palm.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 281px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lNpJ8WZl_ZI/SXFWmZ0WAcI/AAAAAAAAK_0/ENSv0y1-Nwg/s400/irina_palm.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292106254902493634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maggie está com cerca de 50 anos de idade e leva uma vida tranqüila no subúrbio londrino. Ela é viúva e mãe de apenas um filho. Quando seu neto Olly é diagnosticado com uma rara doença, Maggie não encontra outra saída senão trabalhar em um lugar chamado Mundo Sexy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;O filme é bastante bom. Nos faz refletir sobre alguns preconceitos e leva às últimas consequências o velho ditado "a necessidade faz o sapo pular". Se &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nicolau_Maquiavel"&gt;Maquiavel&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; realmente disse a frase  "os fins justificam os meios", Maggie a comprova. No caso da história do filme, sim, justifica. Plenamente. Vale muito a pena conhecer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.irinapalm-themovie.com/home.htm"&gt;Irina Palm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;. Você vai gostar dela.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="264"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GngNxsOCyqM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GngNxsOCyqM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="264"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://viliouvi.blogspot.com/&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3240876627291850419-2278182315910792048?l=viliouvi.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://viliouvi.blogspot.com/feeds/2278182315910792048/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3240876627291850419&amp;postID=2278182315910792048" title="2 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3240876627291850419/posts/default/2278182315910792048?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3240876627291850419/posts/default/2278182315910792048?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ViLiOuvi/~3/L0bX03HhFfc/irina-palm-2007.html" title="Irina Palm  (2007)" /><author><name>Nina Victor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06968422695719668314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="00227645304370630713" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lNpJ8WZl_ZI/SXFWmZ0WAcI/AAAAAAAAK_0/ENSv0y1-Nwg/s72-c/irina_palm.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://viliouvi.blogspot.com/2009/01/irina-palm-2007.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ck4CQXY_eCp7ImA9WxVREU0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3240876627291850419.post-2576055324566740544</id><published>2009-01-16T08:16:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T08:16:00.840-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-01-16T08:16:00.840-02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="livro" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="romance" /><title>Amor em Minúscula, de Francesc Miralles</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lNpJ8WZl_ZI/SW8NVJiDhCI/AAAAAAAAK80/HQmFPDOAmpw/s1600-h/70441_387.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 288px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lNpJ8WZl_ZI/SW8NVJiDhCI/AAAAAAAAK80/HQmFPDOAmpw/s400/70441_387.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291462744170791970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Na última noite do ano, Samuel, um professor, tem a certeza de que os 365 dias seguintes não serão muito diferentes daqueles que passaram: milhares de provas a corrigir e aulas a preparar. Em sua rotina, a atividade mais emocionante é a ida ao supermercado. No entanto, para não romper com a tradição, Samuel não se opõe às usuais 12 uvas e à taça de champanhe para celebrar o ano-novo.&lt;br /&gt;Na manhã do novo ano, ao se levantar bem cedo, o professor está convencido de que nada de insólito irá lhe acontecer. No entanto, um estranho ruído o leva até a entrada do apartamento. Ali, à soleira da porta, encontra-se um pequeno visitante. Com menos de um palmo de altura e dono de pêlos tigrados, um gato saúda com um miado musical o novo amigo. Porém, o que Samuel não imaginava era que aquela visita seria o começo de uma incrível transformação em sua vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Este livro está há meses na lista dos livros que eu gostaria de ler, por causa do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://mixcelania.blogspot.com/2008/04/o-cachorro-um-romance-e-o-gato-um-poema.html"&gt;post&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; que vi no Mixcelânia. Os comentários da Vivi, despertaram minha atenção.  Pois bem, ao terminar de ler o livro tive o impulso de voltar à primeira página e recomeçar a leitura imediatamente. Isso porque a história, tão simples e tão cheia de detalhes sutis, nos mostra de maneira efetiva, como a vida deveria ser vivida para que as possibilidades de sonhos e encontros se revelem para nós. O desejo de reler logo após terminá-lo, passa pelo receio de que eu tenha deixado de absorver alguma filigrana, alguma beleza. Uma história que recomendo para todas as pessoas. E, caso você não goste de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://cantodosgatos.blogspot.com/"&gt;gatos&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;, por favor, vença seu preconceito e dê ao livro uma oportunidade de lhe mostrar a importância do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.record.com.br/amoremminuscula/"&gt;Amor em Minúscula&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://viliouvi.blogspot.com/&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3240876627291850419-2576055324566740544?l=viliouvi.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://viliouvi.blogspot.com/feeds/2576055324566740544/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3240876627291850419&amp;postID=2576055324566740544" title="3 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3240876627291850419/posts/default/2576055324566740544?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3240876627291850419/posts/default/2576055324566740544?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ViLiOuvi/~3/027LjTM0gdQ/amor-em-minscula-de-francesc-miralles.html" title="Amor em Minúscula, de Francesc Miralles" /><author><name>Nina Victor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06968422695719668314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="00227645304370630713" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lNpJ8WZl_ZI/SW8NVJiDhCI/AAAAAAAAK80/HQmFPDOAmpw/s72-c/70441_387.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://viliouvi.blogspot.com/2009/01/amor-em-minscula-de-francesc-miralles.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkcGQXc9eCp7ImA9WxVSGU4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3240876627291850419.post-5126191114301229122</id><published>2009-01-14T08:47:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T08:47:00.960-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-01-14T08:47:00.960-02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="comédia" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="filme" /><title>Um Morto Muito Louco  (1989)</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lNpJ8WZl_ZI/SWn4un4xNfI/AAAAAAAAK8E/JIC3pve2wqc/s1600-h/berniewwek.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 276px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lNpJ8WZl_ZI/SWn4un4xNfI/AAAAAAAAK8E/JIC3pve2wqc/s400/berniewwek.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290032717188118002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dois amigos descobrem um rombo nas finanças da companhia na qual trabalham e levam a notícia ao seu chefe na esperança de conseguirem uma promoção. Ele os convida para  passar um final de semana em sua casa de praia. O que eles não sabem é que o próprio chefe é o responsável pelo desvio do dinheiro... A partir daí são só confusões no festivo fim de semana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eu resolvi rever esta comédia pois há tempos atrás quando a vi pela primeira e única vez dei muitas e boas risadas. Agora, não foi diferente. Definitivamente, para quem gosta de besteirol, "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0098627/"&gt;Weekend at Bernie's&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;" é uma pedida certa. Totalmente descompromissada com a plausibilidade das coisas a história segue por absurdos hilários. É humor negro mais engraçado do que trágico. Diversão garantida!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="264"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/T1str-3iRSw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/T1str-3iRSw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="264"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://viliouvi.blogspot.com/&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3240876627291850419-5126191114301229122?l=viliouvi.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://viliouvi.blogspot.com/feeds/5126191114301229122/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3240876627291850419&amp;postID=5126191114301229122" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3240876627291850419/posts/default/5126191114301229122?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3240876627291850419/posts/default/5126191114301229122?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ViLiOuvi/~3/-i_bEw5WH_s/um-morto-muito-louco-1989.html" title="Um Morto Muito Louco  (1989)" /><author><name>Nina Victor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06968422695719668314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="00227645304370630713" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lNpJ8WZl_ZI/SWn4un4xNfI/AAAAAAAAK8E/JIC3pve2wqc/s72-c/berniewwek.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://viliouvi.blogspot.com/2009/01/um-morto-muito-louco-1989.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEIEQXk8cSp7ImA9WxVSF0g.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3240876627291850419.post-477756539620149810</id><published>2009-01-12T08:35:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T08:35:00.779-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-01-12T08:35:00.779-02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="curta-metragem" /><title>How To Say I Love You</title><content type="html">&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="264"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/l-84anmYGv4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/l-84anmYGv4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="264"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;" class="watch-video-desc description"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Nicola is sitting on a bench  reading a book when she is approached by Sam, an intrusive boy who strikes up  an unusual and intimate conversation with her, in which they bond awkwardly over  their mutual feelings of lonliness and isolation in a generation that would  rather communicate via the internet, than in person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Written by Hayley Stuart&lt;br /&gt;Directed  by Hayley Stuart/Francesca Sophia&lt;br /&gt;Sound by Ian Kirton&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Um encontro natural, inesperado e ao vivo! Resistências que caem. Palavras que vencem. E convencem. Bacana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://viliouvi.blogspot.com/&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3240876627291850419-477756539620149810?l=viliouvi.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://viliouvi.blogspot.com/feeds/477756539620149810/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3240876627291850419&amp;postID=477756539620149810" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3240876627291850419/posts/default/477756539620149810?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3240876627291850419/posts/default/477756539620149810?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ViLiOuvi/~3/ZRnQOWD0B_k/how-to-say-i-love-you.html" title="How To Say I Love You" /><author><name>Nina Victor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06968422695719668314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="00227645304370630713" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://viliouvi.blogspot.com/2009/01/how-to-say-i-love-you.html</feedburner:origLink></entry></feed>
