The importance of cinema as a narrative art has little to do with the significance full of life. The possibility that the human being sees himself and looks in motion is a delusion that mankind had experienced only primitive form using the waters of a river or a fountain, the magic of a mirror and little else. I think it has become clear throughout this blog I love the movies, but today I want to give a good dressing down by the way it has treated the writers and books. I am aware that most writers are a frustrated, which is what all of us. I say attempted because we live more of our vital project our existential reality. bitter, resentful, frustrated, dragged, humiliated, cynical, drunken, traumatized, angry, etc. This is how the movies have shown up to present day writers. From those dealing with real people until they have imaginary characters, the film has had a very dark vision of the writer and the act of writing. Rowing in the wind (1988), Gonzalo Suárez, Lord Byron, Shelley and Mary Shelley beings appear as naive to a fault, pulse prisoners anger without end. Hammett (1982), Wim Wenders, shows a Dashiell Hammett from delirium tremens and doubts about his own talent. Harsh Times (1995), Agnieszka Holland, shows some attractive Arthur Rimbaud (Leonardo DiCaprio) and Paul Verlaine (David Thewlis) who at times are not far from The Odd Couple (1968). The Shining (1980), Stanley Kubrick, shows us Jack Torrance (Jack Nicholson), wielding an ax against his own family. Virginia Woolf, Iris Murdoch, Dylan Thomas, Oscar Wilde, Truman Capote, the sisters Brontë, James Joyce, Peter Barrie, Franz Kafka, Leo Tolstoy, etc. All have been involved in movies that have always stressed the negative and unhappy aspects of these writers, but just did not have pastoral life, I am convinced also spent many good times. Here Another problem comes from the transcript that their lives have on the screen: the best times you had, I dare say, were those who lived behind a desk with a blank sheet of paper, a pencil or a typewriter.
The extreme difficulty for filmmakers with camera to capture this happiness intimate act of writing, perhaps, is one of the reasons are the nameless and absurd ellipsis that populate these films, for example, in a plane we see how the writer sits at his desk while the camera zooms to frame your pen or pencil and slides into his eyes focused, there is a court and in the next level and have the book in bookstores. The filmmakers have not ever known how to capture this internal process that leads to a human being chained to a desk for days and nights to get away a work that distills the vital route to other human beings. The run itself, the consequences too. It is much easier to show how a writer, flat to flat wrong breaks early (typical of writers movies) and pull the typewriter out the window (another topic) or shoot the indulgent smile who just work and raise a arms (more topics). 
On the other hand, it is difficult to see in a movie inside a house where a family library appears. Nor to any classic movie hero, Cary Grant, John Wayne or Gary Cooper, reading a book on the porch swing after any feat. Nobody will be able to imagine a scene with Robert De Niro, Brad Pitt or Tom Hanks engrossed in reading a novel, or surrounded with shelves full of well-thumbed volumes.
is easy to show unhappy childhood typically a writer, his turbulent adolescence, trauma that marked his life and that by a strange reason led him to write or the insane asylum (a thing does not preclude the other). What is terribly difficult it is to shoot the fickle, slippery and wonderful miracle to put a word in front of another and that these words emerge In Search of Lost Time .
Books always save the images. Now I wonder what is stronger still if we maintain the literary image in memory after reading or viewing of these phantasmagoria of lights and shadows. Which leaves a deeper gold in the soul, a schooner sailing towards the South Seas through the pages Clint Eastwood Stevenson or blowing the muzzle of the revolver on the screen?
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