Topic: [Cinema] The Road

[Lenin]

E invece no, esce questo venerdì 

[Wis]

Visto. Film pesantissimo per chi ha anche minime esperienze filiari (almeno per me è stato duro).
Nonostante le crisi d'identità (per tutto il film non si capisce il genere d'appartenenza tante sono le contaminazioni) mi è piaciuto molto.
Molta disillusione, grande interpretazione dei protagonisti, ottimo accompagnamento sonoro, ottima fotografia.

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Finale con la speranza attaccata (la famiglia c'ha pure il cane) un po' forzato.

Cinismo a manetta per tutto il resto del film con situazioni angoscianti e buoni (e giustamente telegrafati) dialoghi.
Da vedere.

[iKenny]

Visto parecchi mesi fa qui in UK.
Confermo quanto di buono detto dagli altri.
A me ha colpito molto quanto il film sia "asciutto".
Inquieta e fa pensare. Viggo molto molto nella parte.
Consigliato.

[Norki]

La scelta del finale aperto è comprensibile, l'avrei fatto anch'io.

Ma dovevo sapere di più.

Ecco il finale del libro, quindi, che è quasi identico ma, a mio parere, non lascia dubbi sulla sorte del ragazzino.
Se avete visto il film, vi consiglio caldamente di leggerlo.

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He slept close to his father that night and held him but when he woke in the morning his
father was cold and stiff. He sat there a long time weeping and then he got up and walked out through
the woods to the road. When he came back he knelt beside his father and held his cold hand and said
his name over and over again.
He stayed three days and then he walked out to the road and he looked down the road and
he looked back the way they had come. Someone was coming. He started to turn and go back into the
woods but he didnt. He just stood in the road and waited, the pistol in his hand. He'd piled all the
blankets on his father and he was cold and he was hungry. The man that hove into view and stood there
looking at him was dressed in a gray and yellow ski parka. He carried a shotgun upside down over his
shoulder on a braided leather lanyard and he wore a nylon bandolier filled with shells for the gun. A
veteran of old skirmishes, bearded, scarred across his cheek and the bone stoven and the one eye
wandering. When he spoke his mouth worked imperfectly, and when he smiled.
Where's the man you were with?
He died.
Was that your father?
Yes. He was my papa.
I'm sorry.
I dont know what to do.
I think you should come with me.
Are you one of the good guys?
The man pulled back the hood from his face. His hair was long and matted. He looked at
the sky. As if there were anything there to be seen. He looked at the boy. Yeah, he said. I'm one of the
good guys. Why dont you put the pistol away?
I'm not supposed to let anyone take the pistol. No matter what.
I dont want your pistol. I just dont want you pointing it at me.
Okay.
Where's your stuff?
We dont have much stuff.
Have you got a sleeping bag?
No.
What have you got? Some blankets?
My papa's wrapped in them.
Show me.
The boy didnt move. The man watched him. He squatted on one knee and swung the
shotgun up from under his arm and stood it in the road and leaned on the fore-stock. The shotgun shells
in the loops of the bandolier were handloaded and the ends sealed with candlewax. He smelled of
woodsmoke. Look, he said. You got two choices here. There was some discussion about whether to
even come after you at all. You can stay here with your papa and die or you can go with me. If you stay
you need to keep out of the road. I dont know how you made it this far. But you should go with me.
You'll be all right.
How do I know you're one of the good guys?
You dont. You'll have to take a shot.
Are you carrying the fire?
Am I what?
Carrying the fire.
You're kind of weirded out, arent you?
No.
Just a little.
Yeah.
That's okay.
So are you?
What, carrying the fire?
Yes.
Yeah. We are.
Do you have any kids?
We do.
Do you have a little boy?
We have a little boy and we have a little girl.
How old is he?
He's about your age. Maybe a little older.
And you didnt eat them.
No.
You dont eat people.
No. We dont eat people.
And I can go with you?
Yes. You can.
Okay then.
Okay.
They went into the woods and the man squatted and looked at the gray and wasted figure
under the tilted sheet of plywood. Are these all the blankets you have?
Yes.
Is that your suitcase?
Yes.
He stood. He looked at the boy. Why dont you go back out to the road and wait for me. I'll
bring the blankets and everything.
What about my papa?
What about him.
We cant just leave him here.
Yes we can.
I dont want people to see him.
There's no one to see him.
Can I cover him with leaves?
The wind will blow them away.
Could we cover him with one of the blankets?
Yes. I'll do it. Go on now.
Okay.
He waited in the road and when the man came out of the woods he was carrying the
suitcase and he had the blankets over his shoulder. He sorted through them and handed one to the boy.
Here, he said. Wrap this around you. You're cold. The boy tried to hand him the pistol but he wouldnt
take it. You hold onto that, he said.
Okay.
Do you know how to shoot it?
Yes.
Okay.
What about my papa?
There's nothing else to be done.
I think I want to say goodbye to him.
Will you be all right?
Yes.
Go ahead. I'll wait for you.
He walked back into the woods and knelt beside his father. He was wrapped in a blanket as
the man had promised and the boy didnt uncover him but he sat beside him and he was crying and he
couldnt stop. He cried for a long time. I'll talk to you every day, he whispered. And I wont forget. No
matter what. Then he rose and turned and walked back out to the road.
The woman when she saw him put her arms around him and held him. Oh, she said, I am so
glad to see you. She would talk to him sometimes about God. He tried to talk to God but the best thing
was to talk to his father and he did talk to him and he didnt forget. The woman said that was all right.
She said that the breath of God was his breath yet though it pass from man to man through all of time.
Once there were brook trout in the streams in the mountains. You could see them standing
in the amber current where the white edges of their fins wimpled softly in the flow. They smelled of
moss in your hand. Polished and muscular and torsional. On their backs were vermiculate patterns that
were maps of the world in its becoming. Maps and mazes. Of a thing which could not be put back. Not
be made right again. In the deep glens where they lived all things were older than man and they
hummed of mystery.
The End

[Xibal]

La scelta del finale aperto è comprensibile, l'avrei fatto anch'io.

In realtà non è aperto, la sorte del ragazzo mi pare piuttosto chiara, il problema di questo finale è che rispecchia quello dei libro, ma perde purtroppo tutta l'incredibile poesia delle ultime righe, che si sarebbe potuta riassumere perfettamente con delle immagini (il finale di Valhalla rising è la cosa che più gli si avvicini concettualmente)...

[Norki]

La scelta del finale aperto è comprensibile, l'avrei fatto anch'io.

In realtà non è aperto, la sorte del ragazzo mi pare piuttosto chiara, il problema di questo finale è che rispecchia quello dei libro, ma perde purtroppo tutta l'incredibile poesia delle ultime righe, che si sarebbe potuta riassumere perfettamente con delle immagini (il finale di Valhalla rising è la cosa che più gli si avvicini concettualmente)...

Secondo me non è così chiaro, anzi, nell'ultima scena ci sono dettagli che spostano l'ago della bilancia da una parte e dall'altra. Il libro toglie con eleganza ogni dubbio.

Concordo sulle ultime righe, assolutamente.

[Lenin]

Io ho letto solo il libro e non ho visto il film, ma da quello che dite non riesco a capire come si differenzino i due finali.

[Xibal]

Io ho letto solo il libro e non ho visto il film, ma da quello che dite non riesco a capire come si differenzino i due finali.

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Nel film il finale si riduce all'incontro tra ragazzino e famigliola, parte del loro discorso, ma evita tutta la parte seguente su dio, il respiro del padre e i misteri della vita nascosti nelle forme del mondo

[Wis]

Ma infatti a parte quello direi che sono identici. Personalmente vedendo solo il film ho avuto vibrazioni identiche a quelle che ho avuto adesso leggendo la parte del libro.
Sicuramente un po' in contrasto con il resto dell'esperienza, ma tutto sommato ci sta.
Per me è un bel film, tra l'altro.