<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3477653084717862302</id><updated>2012-01-18T23:02:34.093Z</updated><category term='Banda sonora'/><category term='Filmes'/><category term='Geral'/><category term='Actor'/><title type='text'>My name is Tocha...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameistochabitocha.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3477653084717862302/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameistochabitocha.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Bitocha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14445519546231175465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ezMkT9QNFQc/SNOvuKEZrlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3FfqjWjbEGo/S220/bond_004800.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>42</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3477653084717862302.post-7784566170828208327</id><published>2012-01-18T22:58:00.003Z</published><updated>2012-01-18T23:02:34.098Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Banda sonora'/><title type='text'>Think of me - The Phantom of the Opera Soundtrack</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QiKMtv2bWWE/TxdO6v4XKeI/AAAAAAAAALc/aY7wkOQQSDY/s1600/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 171px; height: 253px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QiKMtv2bWWE/TxdO6v4XKeI/AAAAAAAAALc/aY7wkOQQSDY/s320/images.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699110624652896738" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-center;"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, 'Times New Roman'; text-align: -webkit-center; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Think of me, think of me fondly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;when we've said goodbye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, 'Times New Roman'; text-align: -webkit-center; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Remember me once in a while -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, 'Times New Roman'; text-align: -webkit-center; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;please promise me you'll try.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, 'Times New Roman'; text-align: -webkit-center; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When you find that, once again, you long&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, 'Times New Roman'; text-align: -webkit-center; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;to take your heart back and be free -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, 'Times New Roman'; text-align: -webkit-center; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;if you ever find a moment,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, 'Times New Roman'; text-align: -webkit-center; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;spare a thought for me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, 'Times New Roman'; text-align: -webkit-center; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We never said our love was evergreen,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, 'Times New Roman'; text-align: -webkit-center; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;or as unchanging as the sea -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, 'Times New Roman'; text-align: -webkit-center; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but if you can still remember&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, 'Times New Roman'; text-align: -webkit-center; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;stop and think of me . . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, 'Times New Roman'; text-align: -webkit-center; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Think of all the things&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, 'Times New Roman'; text-align: -webkit-center; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;we've shared and seen -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, 'Times New Roman'; text-align: -webkit-center; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;don't think about the way things&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, 'Times New Roman'; text-align: -webkit-center; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;might have been . . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, 'Times New Roman'; text-align: -webkit-center; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Think of me, think of me waking,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, 'Times New Roman'; text-align: -webkit-center; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;silent and resigned.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, 'Times New Roman'; text-align: -webkit-center; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Imagine me, trying too hard&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, 'Times New Roman'; text-align: -webkit-center; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;to put you from my mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, 'Times New Roman'; text-align: -webkit-center; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Recall those days&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, 'Times New Roman'; text-align: -webkit-center; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;look back on all those times,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, 'Times New Roman'; text-align: -webkit-center; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;think of the things we'll never do -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, 'Times New Roman'; text-align: -webkit-center; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;there will never be a day,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, 'Times New Roman'; text-align: -webkit-center; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;when I won't think of you . . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, 'Times New Roman'; text-align: -webkit-center; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;RAOUL:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, 'Times New Roman'; text-align: -webkit-center; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Can it be? Can it be Christine?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, 'Times New Roman'; text-align: -webkit-center; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bravo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, 'Times New Roman'; text-align: -webkit-center; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Long ago, it seems so long ago&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, 'Times New Roman'; text-align: -webkit-center; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;How young and innocent we were...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, 'Times New Roman'; text-align: -webkit-center; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She may not remember me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, 'Times New Roman'; text-align: -webkit-center; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but I remember her...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, 'Times New Roman'; text-align: -webkit-center; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;CHRISTINE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, 'Times New Roman'; text-align: -webkit-center; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Flowers fades,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, 'Times New Roman'; text-align: -webkit-center; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The fruits of summer fade,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, 'Times New Roman'; text-align: -webkit-center; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They have their seasons, so do we&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, 'Times New Roman'; text-align: -webkit-center; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but please promise me, that sometimes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, 'Times New Roman'; text-align: -webkit-center; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;you will think of me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XjM1Lrsb7I8&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XjM1Lrsb7I8&amp;amp;feature=related&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3477653084717862302-7784566170828208327?l=mynameistochabitocha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameistochabitocha.blogspot.com/feeds/7784566170828208327/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3477653084717862302&amp;postID=7784566170828208327' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3477653084717862302/posts/default/7784566170828208327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3477653084717862302/posts/default/7784566170828208327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameistochabitocha.blogspot.com/2012/01/think-of-me-phantom-of-opera-soundtrack.html' title='Think of me - The Phantom of the Opera Soundtrack'/><author><name>Bitocha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14445519546231175465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ezMkT9QNFQc/SNOvuKEZrlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3FfqjWjbEGo/S220/bond_004800.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QiKMtv2bWWE/TxdO6v4XKeI/AAAAAAAAALc/aY7wkOQQSDY/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3477653084717862302.post-3652381527999577641</id><published>2011-12-27T21:25:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-12-27T21:32:28.380Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Banda sonora'/><title type='text'>Hakuna Matata - Rei Leão</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bz51tK2WJSk/Tvo3_yJHjEI/AAAAAAAAALQ/y8miYoUwwjI/s1600/o%2Brei%2Ble%25C3%25A3o4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 206px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bz51tK2WJSk/Tvo3_yJHjEI/AAAAAAAAALQ/y8miYoUwwjI/s320/o%2Brei%2Ble%25C3%25A3o4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690922648067345474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Porque às vezes é preciso por "as costas p'ra trás do passado"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"&lt;i&gt;Hakuna matata&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;É tão fácil dizer&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Hakuna matata&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sim, vais perceber&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Os teus problemas são para esquecer&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;P'ra sobreviver &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tens de aprender&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Hakuna matata&lt;/i&gt;"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gKb-GYBFxGU"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gKb-GYBFxGU&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3477653084717862302-3652381527999577641?l=mynameistochabitocha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameistochabitocha.blogspot.com/feeds/3652381527999577641/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3477653084717862302&amp;postID=3652381527999577641' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3477653084717862302/posts/default/3652381527999577641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3477653084717862302/posts/default/3652381527999577641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameistochabitocha.blogspot.com/2011/12/hakuna-matata-rei-leao.html' title='Hakuna Matata - Rei Leão'/><author><name>Bitocha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14445519546231175465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ezMkT9QNFQc/SNOvuKEZrlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3FfqjWjbEGo/S220/bond_004800.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bz51tK2WJSk/Tvo3_yJHjEI/AAAAAAAAALQ/y8miYoUwwjI/s72-c/o%2Brei%2Ble%25C3%25A3o4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3477653084717862302.post-4610800976596950606</id><published>2011-12-01T13:41:00.003Z</published><updated>2011-12-01T13:53:23.418Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Banda sonora'/><title type='text'>Goldeneye</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rlV67p1oZ-U/TteEv84CANI/AAAAAAAAALE/caokkpAa2PI/s320/New%2BJames%2BBond%2B%2527GoldenEye%2527.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681155414281027794" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 222px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; background-color: rgb(204, 204, 221); "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;See reflections on the water&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;More than darkness in the depths&lt;br /&gt;See him surface in every shadow&lt;br /&gt;On the wind I feel his breath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; text-align: center; background-color: rgb(204, 204, 221); "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Goldeneye I found his weakness&lt;br /&gt;Goldeneye he'll do what I please&lt;br /&gt;Goldeneye no time for sweetness&lt;br /&gt;But a bitter kiss will bring him to his knees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll never know how I watched you&lt;br /&gt;From the shadows as a child&lt;br /&gt;You'll never know how it feels to be the one&lt;br /&gt;Who's left behind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;You'll never know the days, the nights,&lt;br /&gt;The tears, the tears I've cried&lt;br /&gt;But now my time has come&lt;br /&gt;And time, time is not on your side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See home move through smoke and mirrors&lt;br /&gt;Feel his presence in the crowd&lt;br /&gt;Other girls they gather around him&lt;br /&gt;If I had him I wouldn't let him out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goldeneye not lace or leather&lt;br /&gt;Golden chains take him to the spot&lt;br /&gt;Goldeneye I'll show him forever&lt;br /&gt;It'll take forever to see&lt;br /&gt;What I've got&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll never know how I watched you&lt;br /&gt;From the shadows as a child&lt;br /&gt;You'll never know how it feels to be so close&lt;br /&gt;And be denied&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;It's a gold and honey trap&lt;br /&gt;I've got for you tonight&lt;br /&gt;Revenge it's a kiss, this time I won't miss&lt;br /&gt;Now I've got you in my sight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;With a Goldeneye, golden, goldeneye&lt;br /&gt;With a goldeneye, goldeneye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; text-align: center; background-color: rgb(204, 204, 221); "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;- Tina Turner-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3477653084717862302-4610800976596950606?l=mynameistochabitocha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameistochabitocha.blogspot.com/feeds/4610800976596950606/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3477653084717862302&amp;postID=4610800976596950606' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3477653084717862302/posts/default/4610800976596950606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3477653084717862302/posts/default/4610800976596950606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameistochabitocha.blogspot.com/2011/12/goldeneye.html' title='Goldeneye'/><author><name>Bitocha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14445519546231175465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ezMkT9QNFQc/SNOvuKEZrlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3FfqjWjbEGo/S220/bond_004800.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rlV67p1oZ-U/TteEv84CANI/AAAAAAAAALE/caokkpAa2PI/s72-c/New%2BJames%2BBond%2B%2527GoldenEye%2527.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3477653084717862302.post-163643425232903270</id><published>2011-10-29T21:01:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-29T21:12:31.268+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Filmes'/><title type='text'>Não sei como ela consegue</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MXS2iQyKN2I/Tqxd-ErIkWI/AAAAAAAAAK4/oqh7buCyeHc/s1600/Nao_sei.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 169px; height: 173px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MXS2iQyKN2I/Tqxd-ErIkWI/AAAAAAAAAK4/oqh7buCyeHc/s320/Nao_sei.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669009351940542818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; "&gt;Cada vez que vejo a Sarah Jessica Parker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "&gt; penso sempre na personagem dela do "Sexo e a Cidade" mas aqui aparece como uma mãe esforçada e empenhada em não deixar mal os filhos, apesar de ter o seu lado sofisticado, fruto de uma profissão caótica sufocante e cheia de imprevistos, o que lhe deixa muito pouco tempo para a vida do lar. Mas, não é que ela até consegue dar conta do recado? E de saltos altos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "&gt;Quem também tem um papel (encantador) neste filme é Pierce Brosnan. A idade não perdoa e já se nota bem que os tempos de James Bond estão longe, longe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3477653084717862302-163643425232903270?l=mynameistochabitocha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameistochabitocha.blogspot.com/feeds/163643425232903270/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3477653084717862302&amp;postID=163643425232903270' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3477653084717862302/posts/default/163643425232903270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3477653084717862302/posts/default/163643425232903270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameistochabitocha.blogspot.com/2011/10/nao-sei-como-ela-consegue.html' title='Não sei como ela consegue'/><author><name>Bitocha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14445519546231175465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ezMkT9QNFQc/SNOvuKEZrlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3FfqjWjbEGo/S220/bond_004800.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MXS2iQyKN2I/Tqxd-ErIkWI/AAAAAAAAAK4/oqh7buCyeHc/s72-c/Nao_sei.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3477653084717862302.post-3006263628776894383</id><published>2011-05-08T21:23:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-05-08T21:25:41.165+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Filmes'/><title type='text'>Água aos Elefantes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6eJqD6CX9Nw/Tcb73Wo6n9I/AAAAAAAAAKU/bayyo-h_lO8/s1600/water-for-elephants-poster.png"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 190px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604443714697732050" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6eJqD6CX9Nw/Tcb73Wo6n9I/AAAAAAAAAKU/bayyo-h_lO8/s320/water-for-elephants-poster.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Este é um filme sobre Circo. Mas também é um filme sobre pessoas, sentimentos (extremos), amizade e amor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3477653084717862302-3006263628776894383?l=mynameistochabitocha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameistochabitocha.blogspot.com/feeds/3006263628776894383/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3477653084717862302&amp;postID=3006263628776894383' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3477653084717862302/posts/default/3006263628776894383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3477653084717862302/posts/default/3006263628776894383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameistochabitocha.blogspot.com/2011/05/agua-aos-elefantes.html' title='Água aos Elefantes'/><author><name>Bitocha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14445519546231175465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ezMkT9QNFQc/SNOvuKEZrlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3FfqjWjbEGo/S220/bond_004800.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6eJqD6CX9Nw/Tcb73Wo6n9I/AAAAAAAAAKU/bayyo-h_lO8/s72-c/water-for-elephants-poster.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3477653084717862302.post-6433455326028449303</id><published>2011-02-02T21:25:00.003Z</published><updated>2011-02-02T21:33:34.206Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Filmes'/><title type='text'>O Amor é o Melhor Remédio</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ezMkT9QNFQc/TUnL7hjCTrI/AAAAAAAAAJk/eP_KitzkFjQ/s1600/love_and_other_drugs_poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 216px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569206637698371250" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ezMkT9QNFQc/TUnL7hjCTrI/AAAAAAAAAJk/eP_KitzkFjQ/s320/love_and_other_drugs_poster.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A semana passada, depois de mais um dia de trabalho chato, decidi ir ao cinema. Ao ver o título "O Amor é o melhor remédio" pensei: "era mesmo de uma comédia romântica descontraída que eu estava a precisar para desanuviar".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;O problema é que o filme é mais complexo do que parece e toca uma doença degenerativa que infelizmente tira a qualidade de vida a muitas pessoas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Achei interessante a parte do filme em que, penso eu, o realizador convida alguns doentes com Parkinson para darem o seu testemunho (incrível) sobre como conseguem fazer as suas vidas andar para a frente, apesar das contrariedades.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Quanto ao par do filme... Devo dizer que no início não entendia a relutância dela em se deixar absorver pela relação ou em criar laços com alguém mas no final consegui perceber as suas razões. De facto, é preciso coragem e uma grande dose de amor para aceitar e partilhar a vida de alguém que é diferente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3477653084717862302-6433455326028449303?l=mynameistochabitocha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameistochabitocha.blogspot.com/feeds/6433455326028449303/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3477653084717862302&amp;postID=6433455326028449303' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3477653084717862302/posts/default/6433455326028449303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3477653084717862302/posts/default/6433455326028449303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameistochabitocha.blogspot.com/2011/02/o-amor-e-o-melhor-remedio.html' title='O Amor é o Melhor Remédio'/><author><name>Bitocha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14445519546231175465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ezMkT9QNFQc/SNOvuKEZrlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3FfqjWjbEGo/S220/bond_004800.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ezMkT9QNFQc/TUnL7hjCTrI/AAAAAAAAAJk/eP_KitzkFjQ/s72-c/love_and_other_drugs_poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3477653084717862302.post-1560975131097633100</id><published>2011-01-07T21:50:00.003Z</published><updated>2011-01-07T22:07:34.369Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Filmes'/><title type='text'>Entrelaçados</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ezMkT9QNFQc/TSeKzl3z3uI/AAAAAAAAAJc/S-IdeW4lDlI/s1600/tangled-rapunzel-logo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559564883956326114" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ezMkT9QNFQc/TSeKzl3z3uI/AAAAAAAAAJc/S-IdeW4lDlI/s320/tangled-rapunzel-logo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Na sequência do meu último &lt;em&gt;post&lt;/em&gt;, aqui fica mais um sobre um filme de animação. "Entrelaçados" é uma história bonita (sim, tem um final feliz!) e grandes momentos de diversão. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A destemida Rapunzel decide rebelar-se e desafiar a sua "mãe". O facto de lhe entrar um belo rapaz pela casa dentro serve de pretexto para sair finalmente de casa e concretizar um sonho.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;No desenrolar da história, outros sonhos vão aparecer...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3477653084717862302-1560975131097633100?l=mynameistochabitocha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameistochabitocha.blogspot.com/feeds/1560975131097633100/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3477653084717862302&amp;postID=1560975131097633100' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3477653084717862302/posts/default/1560975131097633100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3477653084717862302/posts/default/1560975131097633100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameistochabitocha.blogspot.com/2011/01/entrelacados.html' title='Entrelaçados'/><author><name>Bitocha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14445519546231175465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ezMkT9QNFQc/SNOvuKEZrlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3FfqjWjbEGo/S220/bond_004800.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ezMkT9QNFQc/TSeKzl3z3uI/AAAAAAAAAJc/S-IdeW4lDlI/s72-c/tangled-rapunzel-logo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3477653084717862302.post-1141962822902149406</id><published>2010-11-20T19:37:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-11-20T19:42:07.031Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Filmes'/><title type='text'>A Bela e o Monstro</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ezMkT9QNFQc/TOgjrIDzniI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/6Wxr9gLRusI/s1600/bela%2Be%2Bmonstro.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541718565284191778" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ezMkT9QNFQc/TOgjrIDzniI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/6Wxr9gLRusI/s320/bela%2Be%2Bmonstro.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não sei se há uma idade limite em que é suposto deixarmos de ver este tipo de filmes. Para mim não há. Adoro ver filmes de animação, tanto ou mais do que quando era criança, porque agora retiro lições bem diferentes dos ditos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A Bela e o Monstro" era um daqueles filmes que andava para ver há anos...&lt;br /&gt;Gostei muito. Tem tudo a ver com a minha maneira de ver os outros: as aparências iludem e muito e nem tudo o que tem muito bom ar é necessariamente bom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3477653084717862302-1141962822902149406?l=mynameistochabitocha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameistochabitocha.blogspot.com/feeds/1141962822902149406/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3477653084717862302&amp;postID=1141962822902149406' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3477653084717862302/posts/default/1141962822902149406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3477653084717862302/posts/default/1141962822902149406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameistochabitocha.blogspot.com/2010/11/bela-e-o-monstro.html' title='A Bela e o Monstro'/><author><name>Bitocha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14445519546231175465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ezMkT9QNFQc/SNOvuKEZrlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3FfqjWjbEGo/S220/bond_004800.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ezMkT9QNFQc/TOgjrIDzniI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/6Wxr9gLRusI/s72-c/bela%2Be%2Bmonstro.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3477653084717862302.post-1461104521984944960</id><published>2010-10-24T21:26:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-10-24T21:35:09.733+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Filmes'/><title type='text'>Eat Pray Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ezMkT9QNFQc/TMSXGxg0B1I/AAAAAAAAAJI/QOK6_4uuaYI/s1600/eat_pray_love_poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 217px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531712384943785810" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ezMkT9QNFQc/TMSXGxg0B1I/AAAAAAAAAJI/QOK6_4uuaYI/s320/eat_pray_love_poster.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Este é um filme descomplexado mas que fala de coisas complicadas e nem sempre fáceis de superar como a perda, a separação, o desencontro, a falta de confiança e o medo de voltar a falhar ou de voltar a arriscar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A personagem interpretada por Julia Roberts decide dar uma reviravolta na sua vida e viajar durante um ano por destinos como Itália (to Eat), Índia (to Pray) e Bali (to Love).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ao longo do percurso vai encontrar pessoas que a vão marcar, algumas com os mesmos dramas que ela, que são comuns a tantos de nós...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3477653084717862302-1461104521984944960?l=mynameistochabitocha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameistochabitocha.blogspot.com/feeds/1461104521984944960/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3477653084717862302&amp;postID=1461104521984944960' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3477653084717862302/posts/default/1461104521984944960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3477653084717862302/posts/default/1461104521984944960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameistochabitocha.blogspot.com/2010/10/eat-pray-love.html' title='Eat Pray Love'/><author><name>Bitocha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14445519546231175465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ezMkT9QNFQc/SNOvuKEZrlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3FfqjWjbEGo/S220/bond_004800.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ezMkT9QNFQc/TMSXGxg0B1I/AAAAAAAAAJI/QOK6_4uuaYI/s72-c/eat_pray_love_poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3477653084717862302.post-2684995867476363052</id><published>2010-09-25T12:29:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-25T12:35:49.188+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Filmes'/><title type='text'>Cartas para Julieta</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ezMkT9QNFQc/TJ3dIJNLGZI/AAAAAAAAAJA/tQqVmOiMLhI/s1600/Cartas-Para-Julieta.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 230px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520811850205960594" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ezMkT9QNFQc/TJ3dIJNLGZI/AAAAAAAAAJA/tQqVmOiMLhI/s320/Cartas-Para-Julieta.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Parecia só mais uma história romântica, daquelas que antevêem um final feliz e ponto. Foi mais do que isso. Foi o exemplo de que as coisas na vida podem mudar e acertar-se. Foi a prova de que o destino pode ter mesmo um papel nas nossas singelas existências. Foi fazer-me pensar que nem sempre as pessoas que escolhemos para ter ao nosso lado são aquelas de que precisamos, as que nos completam e nos compreendem. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3477653084717862302-2684995867476363052?l=mynameistochabitocha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameistochabitocha.blogspot.com/feeds/2684995867476363052/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3477653084717862302&amp;postID=2684995867476363052' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3477653084717862302/posts/default/2684995867476363052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3477653084717862302/posts/default/2684995867476363052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameistochabitocha.blogspot.com/2010/09/cartas-para-julieta.html' title='Cartas para Julieta'/><author><name>Bitocha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14445519546231175465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ezMkT9QNFQc/SNOvuKEZrlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3FfqjWjbEGo/S220/bond_004800.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ezMkT9QNFQc/TJ3dIJNLGZI/AAAAAAAAAJA/tQqVmOiMLhI/s72-c/Cartas-Para-Julieta.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3477653084717862302.post-597942600580216095</id><published>2010-02-28T20:17:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-02-28T20:26:29.687Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Filmes'/><title type='text'>O Caso Thomas Crown</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ezMkT9QNFQc/S4rQK0aRXGI/AAAAAAAAAIw/VuuDHdc9Jpg/s1600-h/The+Thomas+Crown+affair.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443391983916768354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 222px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ezMkT9QNFQc/S4rQK0aRXGI/AAAAAAAAAIw/VuuDHdc9Jpg/s320/The+Thomas+Crown+affair.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Aqui está um filme cheio de surpresas e... charme! Os dois actores protagonistas têm uma classe e a relação dos seus personagens é mesmo única.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A história é simples:  um destemido milionário Thomas Crown (Brosnan), à procura de alguma emoção e aventura, decide executar um dos mais ousados planos: roubar em pleno dia, num dos museus mais bem guardados de Manhattan, um quadro extremamente valioso. Mas a bela investigadora de seguros Catherine Manning (Russo), contratada para recuperar a obra de arte roubada, mostra-se tão brilhante e sedenta por aventura quanto ele. É então, ao envolverem-se num jogo temerário de gato e rato, que Thomas percebe ter encontrado alguém à sua altura. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Para quem não viu, aí fica o trailer. Mas também para quem viu e não se cansa de rever!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3lJ4GwHXagY&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3lJ4GwHXagY&amp;amp;feature=related&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3477653084717862302-597942600580216095?l=mynameistochabitocha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameistochabitocha.blogspot.com/feeds/597942600580216095/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3477653084717862302&amp;postID=597942600580216095' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3477653084717862302/posts/default/597942600580216095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3477653084717862302/posts/default/597942600580216095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameistochabitocha.blogspot.com/2010/02/o-caso-thomas-crown.html' title='O Caso Thomas Crown'/><author><name>Bitocha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14445519546231175465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ezMkT9QNFQc/SNOvuKEZrlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3FfqjWjbEGo/S220/bond_004800.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ezMkT9QNFQc/S4rQK0aRXGI/AAAAAAAAAIw/VuuDHdc9Jpg/s72-c/The+Thomas+Crown+affair.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3477653084717862302.post-1082769501409633620</id><published>2009-12-27T15:22:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-12-27T15:37:03.466Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Filmes'/><title type='text'>Sacanas sem lei</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ezMkT9QNFQc/Szd76UXG4OI/AAAAAAAAAIo/PzvC-uNOE6E/s1600-h/Sacanas-sem-Lei-by-MiStEr_QuIm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419936918391939298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 216px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ezMkT9QNFQc/Szd76UXG4OI/AAAAAAAAAIo/PzvC-uNOE6E/s320/Sacanas-sem-Lei-by-MiStEr_QuIm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Algumas palavras para descrever este filme: hilariante, divertido e completamente louco, à boa maneira de Tarantino!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; O melhor: a personagem interpretada pelo Brad Pitt!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CbWA7ALDNF0&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CbWA7ALDNF0&amp;amp;feature=related&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3477653084717862302-1082769501409633620?l=mynameistochabitocha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameistochabitocha.blogspot.com/feeds/1082769501409633620/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3477653084717862302&amp;postID=1082769501409633620' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3477653084717862302/posts/default/1082769501409633620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3477653084717862302/posts/default/1082769501409633620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameistochabitocha.blogspot.com/2009/12/sacanas-sem-lei.html' title='Sacanas sem lei'/><author><name>Bitocha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14445519546231175465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ezMkT9QNFQc/SNOvuKEZrlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3FfqjWjbEGo/S220/bond_004800.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ezMkT9QNFQc/Szd76UXG4OI/AAAAAAAAAIo/PzvC-uNOE6E/s72-c/Sacanas-sem-Lei-by-MiStEr_QuIm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3477653084717862302.post-8097164511082403268</id><published>2009-12-06T20:35:00.005Z</published><updated>2009-12-06T22:46:17.954Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Filmes'/><title type='text'>The Twilight saga: New Moon</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ezMkT9QNFQc/SxwVquurH-I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/zZ2ydLukJL0/s1600-h/the_twilight_saga_new_moon-13013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412224676034977762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 271px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ezMkT9QNFQc/SxwVquurH-I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/zZ2ydLukJL0/s320/the_twilight_saga_new_moon-13013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Nesta segunda parte da história de Edward e Bella, assistimos a um afastamento dos dois, o que provoca um revés na trama. Bella fica arrasada mas, depois de alguns meses de hibernação, Bella começa a reagir novamente e aproxima-se do seu amigo Jacob, personagem que no primeiro filme estava muito mais "apagada". Esse facto traz também muita accção, até porque Jacob não é bem aquilo que parece...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412258158290568098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 202px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ezMkT9QNFQc/Sxw0Hp2eg6I/AAAAAAAAAIg/0hkufpwftX0/s320/Jacob-New-Moon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;No fim, tudo volta ao que era, ou quase!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412225905454642018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ezMkT9QNFQc/SxwWySrKc2I/AAAAAAAAAIY/vdQlBkNP9mY/s320/newmoon_kristenstewart_robertpattinson.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3477653084717862302-8097164511082403268?l=mynameistochabitocha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameistochabitocha.blogspot.com/feeds/8097164511082403268/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3477653084717862302&amp;postID=8097164511082403268' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3477653084717862302/posts/default/8097164511082403268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3477653084717862302/posts/default/8097164511082403268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameistochabitocha.blogspot.com/2009/12/twilight-saga-new-moon.html' title='The Twilight saga: New Moon'/><author><name>Bitocha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14445519546231175465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ezMkT9QNFQc/SNOvuKEZrlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3FfqjWjbEGo/S220/bond_004800.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ezMkT9QNFQc/SxwVquurH-I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/zZ2ydLukJL0/s72-c/the_twilight_saga_new_moon-13013.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3477653084717862302.post-7709617214106902128</id><published>2009-11-17T20:34:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-11-17T21:15:52.076Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Filmes'/><title type='text'>Twilight - Crepusculo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ezMkT9QNFQc/SwMJo39YI3I/AAAAAAAAAH4/g2N8cfvpUYY/s1600/twilight-crepusculo-filme-1g.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405174575595529074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 226px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ezMkT9QNFQc/SwMJo39YI3I/AAAAAAAAAH4/g2N8cfvpUYY/s320/twilight-crepusculo-filme-1g.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mais um filme que me passou completamente ao lado. Não me afectou minimamente a euforia em torno do filme, nem dos livros, nada! Acho que a simples palavra "VAMPIROS" me tirou a vontade toda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, isso foi antes de me contarem a história e de VER a película. Quando li o livro então, rendi-me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405175760133170146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ezMkT9QNFQc/SwMKt0tKI-I/AAAAAAAAAIA/vX1alIczcG4/s320/crepusculo-cena3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tirando aqueles 3 velhacos que por lá aparecem a fazer das deles, não há cá dentinhos afiados, nem pescoços atacados. A história é outra. Estes dois têm uma química no ecran que não dá para explicar. Basta olhar para eles... Nunca pensei identificar-me tanto com uma personagem, com os mesmo receios, as mesmas dúvidas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;"Em três pontos, eu estava absolutamente segura. Em primeiro lugar, Edward era um vampiro. Em segundo lugar, uma parte dele (e eu não sabia qual era o poder dessa parte) ansiava pelo meu sangue. Por fim, em terceiro lugar, eu estava incondicionalmente e irrevogavelmente apaixonada por ele."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;"Estava absolutamente ciente de que o meu mundo e o dele eram pólos que não se tocavam. "&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405180295959794482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ezMkT9QNFQc/SwMO11-f0zI/AAAAAAAAAII/7MR4AKc2_9s/s320/Edward_Bella.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"- É melhor que não sejamos amigos - explicou - Confia em mim.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Semicerrei os olhos. Já ouvira aquelas palavras antes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- É pena que não tenhas percebido isso antes..."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;"Depois tentei concentrar-me no jantar, mas a minha cabeça dava voltas, tentando analisar cada palavra que Edward proferira naquele dia. O que queria ele dizer quando afirmou que era melhor se não fôssemos amigos? (...) Bem, não havia problema. Eu podia deixá-lo em paz. Eu iria deixá-lo em paz."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Stephanie Meyer, in &lt;em&gt;Twilight&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3477653084717862302-7709617214106902128?l=mynameistochabitocha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameistochabitocha.blogspot.com/feeds/7709617214106902128/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3477653084717862302&amp;postID=7709617214106902128' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3477653084717862302/posts/default/7709617214106902128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3477653084717862302/posts/default/7709617214106902128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameistochabitocha.blogspot.com/2009/11/twilight-crepusculo.html' title='Twilight - Crepusculo'/><author><name>Bitocha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14445519546231175465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ezMkT9QNFQc/SNOvuKEZrlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3FfqjWjbEGo/S220/bond_004800.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ezMkT9QNFQc/SwMJo39YI3I/AAAAAAAAAH4/g2N8cfvpUYY/s72-c/twilight-crepusculo-filme-1g.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3477653084717862302.post-7717833257093620169</id><published>2009-11-10T21:43:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-11-10T21:52:52.155Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Actor'/><title type='text'>Modelo e Detective</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ezMkT9QNFQc/SvnerRd1PSI/AAAAAAAAAHw/WNCQCbGDsxo/s1600-h/Moonlighting1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402594063011888418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 254px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ezMkT9QNFQc/SvnerRd1PSI/AAAAAAAAAHw/WNCQCbGDsxo/s320/Moonlighting1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Há dias estava muito bem sentada no sofá a fazer "zapping" e no "Biography Channel" dei com alguém de quem gosto mas que há muito que (me) passa despercebido: este senhor com ar de maroto - Bruce Willis.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Lembro-me tão bem de não perder um único episódio de "Modelo e Dectetive" ("Moonlighting" na sua versão original). Adorava vê-lo a fazer a Maddie subir pelas paredes!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Depois da série, só voltei a prestar-lhe atenção no filme "Armageddon" e no "O Quinto Elemento". Apesar de gostar muito dele como actor, nunca mais foi a mesma coisa. Aquele personagem David Addison acentava-lhe que nem uma luva.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3477653084717862302-7717833257093620169?l=mynameistochabitocha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameistochabitocha.blogspot.com/feeds/7717833257093620169/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3477653084717862302&amp;postID=7717833257093620169' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3477653084717862302/posts/default/7717833257093620169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3477653084717862302/posts/default/7717833257093620169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameistochabitocha.blogspot.com/2009/11/modelo-e-detective.html' title='Modelo e Detective'/><author><name>Bitocha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14445519546231175465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ezMkT9QNFQc/SNOvuKEZrlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3FfqjWjbEGo/S220/bond_004800.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ezMkT9QNFQc/SvnerRd1PSI/AAAAAAAAAHw/WNCQCbGDsxo/s72-c/Moonlighting1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3477653084717862302.post-3413566240500108560</id><published>2009-10-01T18:54:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T19:01:32.836+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Filmes'/><title type='text'>Minhas adoráveis ex-namoradas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ezMkT9QNFQc/SsTtCr68VzI/AAAAAAAAAHo/jCxPX_PSo28/s1600-h/As-Minhas-Adoraveis-Ex-Namoradas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387691684647425842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 219px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ezMkT9QNFQc/SsTtCr68VzI/AAAAAAAAAHo/jCxPX_PSo28/s320/As-Minhas-Adoraveis-Ex-Namoradas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Devo confessar que adorei a personagem interpretada pelo Matthew McConaughey. Fica-lhe bem esta faceta cinica e desprendida face ao mundo. Aliás, acho que me estou a tornar na versão feminina deste personagem, tirando a parte de "papar" tudo o que aparece à frente...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Para ele o amor é uma coisa patética a que as pessoas se agarram para se sentirem menos sós. Na verdade, esta postura fria e arrogante face ao amor é apenas a maneira que ele encontrou de  se proteger dos outros, a tentativa de não se voltar a sentir magoado e a sofrer por alguém de quem se gosta muito, quando as coisas não acontecem como nós quremos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Para os que não vão ver o filme, devo dizer-vos que o fim é previsível mas que a história até está gira! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3477653084717862302-3413566240500108560?l=mynameistochabitocha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameistochabitocha.blogspot.com/feeds/3413566240500108560/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3477653084717862302&amp;postID=3413566240500108560' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3477653084717862302/posts/default/3413566240500108560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3477653084717862302/posts/default/3413566240500108560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameistochabitocha.blogspot.com/2009/10/minhas-adoraveis-ex-namoradas.html' title='Minhas adoráveis ex-namoradas'/><author><name>Bitocha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14445519546231175465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ezMkT9QNFQc/SNOvuKEZrlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3FfqjWjbEGo/S220/bond_004800.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ezMkT9QNFQc/SsTtCr68VzI/AAAAAAAAAHo/jCxPX_PSo28/s72-c/As-Minhas-Adoraveis-Ex-Namoradas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3477653084717862302.post-2877170387480148919</id><published>2009-09-04T21:25:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T21:37:23.306+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Filmes'/><title type='text'>The Ugly Truth</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ezMkT9QNFQc/SqF35yOlmiI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/Jm15Z0-cQgk/s1600-h/ABC.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377711264676289058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 224px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ezMkT9QNFQc/SqF35yOlmiI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/Jm15Z0-cQgk/s320/ABC.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ora aqui está um filme super bem disposto e que aborda o inesgotável tema das relações homem-mulher. O "meu" Gerry encaixa-se na perfeição no papel de homem descomplexado e desbocado, que diz mesmo tudo o que lhe vem à cabeça e que tem um programa de televisão (The Ugly Truth) onde dá conselhos sobre relações. Acho que foi a primeira vez que ouvi um homem dizer o que é que eles querem mesmo!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377713033753921970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 275px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 275px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ezMkT9QNFQc/SqF5gwjkCbI/AAAAAAAAAHY/wWq3Ci56yxY/s320/ugly-truth_l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Abby Richter (Katherine Heigl) é uma romântica produtora de um programa da manhã, cuja busca pelo Sr. Perfeito a tem deixado solteira. No entanto, as audiências do programa estão a decrescer cada vez mais e o seu patrão contrata Mike Chadway (Gerard Butler), uma personalidade forte da TV. Este promete mostrar de forma nua e crua como funcionam as relações entre os homens e as mulheres... e dar um jeitinho para que a sua produtora consiga conquistar o tal "príncipe encantado". Mas às vezes os imprevistos acontecem...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377713872631467810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 207px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ezMkT9QNFQc/SqF6RlnjjyI/AAAAAAAAAHg/NgbRU-iApAo/s320/the-ugly-truth-the-movie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3477653084717862302-2877170387480148919?l=mynameistochabitocha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameistochabitocha.blogspot.com/feeds/2877170387480148919/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3477653084717862302&amp;postID=2877170387480148919' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3477653084717862302/posts/default/2877170387480148919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3477653084717862302/posts/default/2877170387480148919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameistochabitocha.blogspot.com/2009/09/ugly-truth.html' title='The Ugly Truth'/><author><name>Bitocha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14445519546231175465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ezMkT9QNFQc/SNOvuKEZrlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3FfqjWjbEGo/S220/bond_004800.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ezMkT9QNFQc/SqF35yOlmiI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/Jm15Z0-cQgk/s72-c/ABC.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3477653084717862302.post-5205425717211187340</id><published>2009-08-02T21:31:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T21:35:42.177+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Filmes'/><title type='text'>O Terceiro Passo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ezMkT9QNFQc/SnX4HriAS7I/AAAAAAAAAHI/50n21ldhI-o/s1600-h/ThePrestige.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365467341909937074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ezMkT9QNFQc/SnX4HriAS7I/AAAAAAAAAHI/50n21ldhI-o/s320/ThePrestige.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Preste muita atenção pois neste filme tudo é pura ilusão. Do princípio ao fim!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Existe algum segredo que matava por saber? Neste thriller electrificante e carregado de suspense, Hugh Jackman e Christian Bale interpretam ilusionistas cujas tentativas perigosas para serem melhores que o outro os levam a enganos mortíferos. Scarlett Johansson é a assistente que se torna um peão, mas também uma cúmplice, da rivalidade de ambos. Uma história brilhante. Um final incrível. O Terceiro Passo é um daqueles filmes que se quer ver e rever. Preste atenção. Preste muita atenção. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3477653084717862302-5205425717211187340?l=mynameistochabitocha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameistochabitocha.blogspot.com/feeds/5205425717211187340/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3477653084717862302&amp;postID=5205425717211187340' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3477653084717862302/posts/default/5205425717211187340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3477653084717862302/posts/default/5205425717211187340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameistochabitocha.blogspot.com/2009/08/preste-muita-atencao-pois-neste-filme.html' title='O Terceiro Passo'/><author><name>Bitocha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14445519546231175465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ezMkT9QNFQc/SNOvuKEZrlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3FfqjWjbEGo/S220/bond_004800.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ezMkT9QNFQc/SnX4HriAS7I/AAAAAAAAAHI/50n21ldhI-o/s72-c/ThePrestige.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3477653084717862302.post-155182693554548285</id><published>2009-07-26T12:52:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T13:02:13.632+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Filmes'/><title type='text'>Quem quer ser bilionário?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ezMkT9QNFQc/SmxDrIzwIxI/AAAAAAAAAG4/aYKqZx75zu0/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362735664669401874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 226px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ezMkT9QNFQc/SmxDrIzwIxI/AAAAAAAAAG4/aYKqZx75zu0/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perdoem-me os que vão ler este post e pensar "lá está ela com aquelas teorias românticas!" mas ao ver o filme "Quem quer ser bilionário?", fiquei com a certeza de que não foi (só) pelo dinheiro que este pobre rapaz (slumdog como eles lhe chamam na versão em inglês) se expôs a este programa de televisão. Se não, vejam o filme e depois falamos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362736724393806114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 205px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ezMkT9QNFQc/SmxEo0lvSSI/AAAAAAAAAHA/qI1PVPgsYk8/s320/untitled1.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Nada como olhar para outras realidades (que infelizmente não fazem parte da ficção) para chegar à conclusão de que estou muito contente por ter nascido onde nasci. Acreditem!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3477653084717862302-155182693554548285?l=mynameistochabitocha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameistochabitocha.blogspot.com/feeds/155182693554548285/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3477653084717862302&amp;postID=155182693554548285' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3477653084717862302/posts/default/155182693554548285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3477653084717862302/posts/default/155182693554548285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameistochabitocha.blogspot.com/2009/07/quem-quer-ser-bilionario.html' title='Quem quer ser bilionário?'/><author><name>Bitocha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14445519546231175465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ezMkT9QNFQc/SNOvuKEZrlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3FfqjWjbEGo/S220/bond_004800.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ezMkT9QNFQc/SmxDrIzwIxI/AAAAAAAAAG4/aYKqZx75zu0/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3477653084717862302.post-1234181487146201101</id><published>2009-06-22T21:20:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T21:31:50.752+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Filmes'/><title type='text'>Billy Elliot</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ezMkT9QNFQc/Sj_pmIclP7I/AAAAAAAAAGw/ub0Vd7tZ-C4/s1600-h/Billy_Elliot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350251723651104690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ezMkT9QNFQc/Sj_pmIclP7I/AAAAAAAAAGw/ub0Vd7tZ-C4/s320/Billy_Elliot.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Inglaterra, anos 80, numa pequena terra de mineiros. É neste contexto que nos aparece a figura de Billy Elliot, um rapaz de 11 anos que à revelia do pai resolve trocar as luvas de boxe pelas sapatilhas de ballet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Como é de calcular, nesta realidade algo rude, um rapaz fazer ballet não é coisa que seja vista com muito bons olhos. Valeu ao Billy o apoio da professora que o continuou a treinar em segredo e que lhe consegue uma audição na Royal Ballet School.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Porque onde houver força de vondade há sempre um caminho.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3477653084717862302-1234181487146201101?l=mynameistochabitocha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameistochabitocha.blogspot.com/feeds/1234181487146201101/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3477653084717862302&amp;postID=1234181487146201101' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3477653084717862302/posts/default/1234181487146201101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3477653084717862302/posts/default/1234181487146201101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameistochabitocha.blogspot.com/2009/06/billy-elliot.html' title='Billy Elliot'/><author><name>Bitocha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14445519546231175465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ezMkT9QNFQc/SNOvuKEZrlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3FfqjWjbEGo/S220/bond_004800.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ezMkT9QNFQc/Sj_pmIclP7I/AAAAAAAAAGw/ub0Vd7tZ-C4/s72-c/Billy_Elliot.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3477653084717862302.post-6082606211394600549</id><published>2009-06-14T15:04:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T15:13:27.474+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Filmes'/><title type='text'>Top Gun</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ezMkT9QNFQc/SjUEIgFpYuI/AAAAAAAAAGg/T3Y_Qqr6Jjk/s1600-h/topgun.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347184676671415010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 274px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ezMkT9QNFQc/SjUEIgFpYuI/AAAAAAAAAGg/T3Y_Qqr6Jjk/s320/topgun.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Quando olho para esta foto só me lembro de como adorava o Tom Cruise nesta altura. E então de farda...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Top Gun - Ases Indomáveis passa-se num campo de treino de elite da Marinha onde se formam os melhores pilotos do mundo. No papel que o transformou na maior estrela de cinema do mundo, Tom Cruise é Maverick, o piloto que voa mais por instinto do que pelas regras e que tem de ultrapassar os seus próprios demónios para ter sucesso num mundo onde não cabem os que ficam em segundo lugar. Kelly McGillis é a instrutora civil que descobre estar a desenvolver algo mais que uma relação profissional com o bem sucedido aviador e Val Kilmer o seu arqui-rival, 'Iceman', um piloto que prefere seguir as instruções à risca.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347185628833010738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 254px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ezMkT9QNFQc/SjUE_7KqVDI/AAAAAAAAAGo/LvqR8Ph_GJY/s320/Tom.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;É um daqueles filme que fica para a história do cinema e que passa por nós a uma velocidade supersónica. Com espectaculares acrobacias aéreas que nos deixam sem fôlego, excelentes desempenhos, um romance escaldante e uma banda sonora de sucesso (Take my breath away...) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3477653084717862302-6082606211394600549?l=mynameistochabitocha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameistochabitocha.blogspot.com/feeds/6082606211394600549/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3477653084717862302&amp;postID=6082606211394600549' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3477653084717862302/posts/default/6082606211394600549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3477653084717862302/posts/default/6082606211394600549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameistochabitocha.blogspot.com/2009/06/top-gun.html' title='Top Gun'/><author><name>Bitocha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14445519546231175465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ezMkT9QNFQc/SNOvuKEZrlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3FfqjWjbEGo/S220/bond_004800.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ezMkT9QNFQc/SjUEIgFpYuI/AAAAAAAAAGg/T3Y_Qqr6Jjk/s72-c/topgun.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3477653084717862302.post-4501054763472362583</id><published>2009-05-31T19:08:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T19:28:00.729+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Filmes'/><title type='text'>Rei Leão</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ezMkT9QNFQc/SiLIu_I7OsI/AAAAAAAAAGY/MNZLgajxwTY/s1600-h/rei-leao_05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342052817563237058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 232px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ezMkT9QNFQc/SiLIu_I7OsI/AAAAAAAAAGY/MNZLgajxwTY/s320/rei-leao_05.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Mais um filme de animação para miúdos e graúdos. Tenho a certeza que já toda a gente viu este filme... (Ok Tânia, tu talvez não!!!) ou pelo menos as músicas já toda a gente ouviu!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;É a história de um leãozinho (Simba) que vem atrapalhar a ganância e ambição de um outro leão, o seu tio (Scar). Scar mata o pai de Simba mas consegue convencer o pequeno de que a culpa é dele. Então Simba faz aquilo que a maior parte das pessoas já fez um dia: foge, esconde a cabeça na areia e tenta esquecer tudo o que se passou e que tanto o atormenta, como se isso fizesse passar tudo...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;É durante a fuga que encontra os dois personagens mais divertidos do filme: Timon e Pumba!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Estas duas criaturas vão mostrar-lhe que a vida não tem de ser sempre tão levada a sério, senão vejam:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2nFP-bCsyZg&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2nFP-bCsyZg&amp;amp;feature=related&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IRo3YrbjQhE"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IRo3YrbjQhE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342052712407172434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 188px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ezMkT9QNFQc/SiLIo3ZxBVI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/3pxT7d6lZRk/s320/rei_leao_1994_img4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Deixem-me só partilhar uma das partes do filme que me marcou. A cena passa-se depois de terem descoberto o Simba. O macaco Rafiki dá-lhe uma grande carolada nao cabeça e eis a reação:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Simba: Aaaaaaaaiiiiiii, Ei, para que foi isso?!!!&lt;br /&gt;Rafiki: Não interessa, está no passado...&lt;br /&gt;Simba: Mas ainda doi!!&lt;br /&gt;Rafiti: É, o passado pode doer... Portanto eu acho que podes fugir dele ou aprender com ele....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3477653084717862302-4501054763472362583?l=mynameistochabitocha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameistochabitocha.blogspot.com/feeds/4501054763472362583/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3477653084717862302&amp;postID=4501054763472362583' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3477653084717862302/posts/default/4501054763472362583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3477653084717862302/posts/default/4501054763472362583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameistochabitocha.blogspot.com/2009/05/rei-leao.html' title='Rei Leão'/><author><name>Bitocha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14445519546231175465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ezMkT9QNFQc/SNOvuKEZrlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3FfqjWjbEGo/S220/bond_004800.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ezMkT9QNFQc/SiLIu_I7OsI/AAAAAAAAAGY/MNZLgajxwTY/s72-c/rei-leao_05.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3477653084717862302.post-252691433307661587</id><published>2009-05-23T20:48:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T21:00:02.157+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Filmes'/><title type='text'>Um Homicídio Perfeito</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ezMkT9QNFQc/ShhTGNWlHOI/AAAAAAAAAF4/a-IzflzRu7g/s1600-h/A+perfect+murder.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339108724376411362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 228px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ezMkT9QNFQc/ShhTGNWlHOI/AAAAAAAAAF4/a-IzflzRu7g/s320/A+perfect+murder.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;O poderoso corrector de Wall Street, Steven Taylor, parece ser um marido devoto. Mas não é. A bela Emily Bradford Taylor parece ser uma esposa fiel. Mas não é. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339109688007908674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ezMkT9QNFQc/ShhT-TKO3UI/AAAAAAAAAGI/xjiBBW0qA_U/s320/gwyneth_paltrow_michael_douglas_a_perfect_murder_001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E o amante de Emily também parece igualmente perfeito mas... não é! E quando Steven o contrata para a matar, tudo leva a crer será «um homicídio perfeito».&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339109576679303554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ezMkT9QNFQc/ShhT30bbKYI/AAAAAAAAAGA/Qt11wl6jroA/s320/007509_2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosto especiamente do desempenho de Michael Douglas neste filme. Frio, calculista e cínico. O personagem, claro!&lt;br /&gt;Em relação à Gwyneth... continuo a não lhe conseguir achar piada alguma...&lt;br /&gt;O Viggo... sempre ao seu melhor nível!!!! Até eu trocava um marido rico por um pintor destes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só a título de curiosidade, alguns quadros que aparecem no filme foram pintados pelo próprio Viggo Mortensen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3477653084717862302-252691433307661587?l=mynameistochabitocha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameistochabitocha.blogspot.com/feeds/252691433307661587/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3477653084717862302&amp;postID=252691433307661587' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3477653084717862302/posts/default/252691433307661587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3477653084717862302/posts/default/252691433307661587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameistochabitocha.blogspot.com/2009/05/um-homicidio-perfeito.html' title='Um Homicídio Perfeito'/><author><name>Bitocha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14445519546231175465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ezMkT9QNFQc/SNOvuKEZrlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3FfqjWjbEGo/S220/bond_004800.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ezMkT9QNFQc/ShhTGNWlHOI/AAAAAAAAAF4/a-IzflzRu7g/s72-c/A+perfect+murder.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3477653084717862302.post-7605175012329349589</id><published>2009-05-17T16:23:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T18:42:10.942+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Filmes'/><title type='text'>A Pequena Sereia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ezMkT9QNFQc/ShAsJlRTSJI/AAAAAAAAAFw/9bMFx3yZeD4/s1600-h/little_mermaid_89_style_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336814101569161362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 202px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ezMkT9QNFQc/ShAsJlRTSJI/AAAAAAAAAFw/9bMFx3yZeD4/s320/little_mermaid_89_style_b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Um dos filmes que fazem parte do meu imaginário... Vi este filme ainda na versão brasileira, e isto pode parecer estranho, mas não consigo ouvir a banda sonora em português de Portugal. Por exemplo, a música "Aqui no mar" tem muito mais piada em brasileiro!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Apesar de ser um filme para miúdos, aprende-se sempre imenso. Aprendemos que devemos seguir os nossos sonhos mesmo que não sejam aqueles que um dia alguém desejou que fossem. Que grandes aventuras comportam grandes riscos mas que no fim, tudo pode correr bem. Não dizem que "Deus protege os audazes"? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3477653084717862302-7605175012329349589?l=mynameistochabitocha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameistochabitocha.blogspot.com/feeds/7605175012329349589/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3477653084717862302&amp;postID=7605175012329349589' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3477653084717862302/posts/default/7605175012329349589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3477653084717862302/posts/default/7605175012329349589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameistochabitocha.blogspot.com/2009/05/pequena-sereia.html' title='A Pequena Sereia'/><author><name>Bitocha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14445519546231175465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ezMkT9QNFQc/SNOvuKEZrlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3FfqjWjbEGo/S220/bond_004800.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ezMkT9QNFQc/ShAsJlRTSJI/AAAAAAAAAFw/9bMFx3yZeD4/s72-c/little_mermaid_89_style_b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3477653084717862302.post-63477588543123536</id><published>2009-05-10T19:51:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T19:15:11.995+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Filmes'/><title type='text'>As palavras que nunca te direi</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ezMkT9QNFQc/Sgci-DP-gyI/AAAAAAAAAFo/j7fwHOpzdEE/s1600-h/Message-in-a-Bottle-Posters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334270733063193378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ezMkT9QNFQc/Sgci-DP-gyI/AAAAAAAAAFo/j7fwHOpzdEE/s320/Message-in-a-Bottle-Posters.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Inspirado na obra literária de Nicholas Sparks, com o mesmo nome, eis uma história de amor com um final triste. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Lembro-me de ter visto este filme já duas ou três vezes e choro sempre na parte final, quando ouvimos a voz de Kevin Costner a ler a última carta que escreveu e vemos as imagens do desastre que põe fim a tudo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Faz-me pensar que aproveitamos muito pouco as oportunidades que nos são dadas para amar e sermos amados, sempre com a mania que amanhã vai ser diferente ou melhor. Para eles não houve amanhã...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3477653084717862302-63477588543123536?l=mynameistochabitocha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameistochabitocha.blogspot.com/feeds/63477588543123536/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3477653084717862302&amp;postID=63477588543123536' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3477653084717862302/posts/default/63477588543123536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3477653084717862302/posts/default/63477588543123536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameistochabitocha.blogspot.com/2009/05/as-palavras-que-nunca-te-direi.html' title='As palavras que nunca te direi'/><author><name>Bitocha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14445519546231175465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ezMkT9QNFQc/SNOvuKEZrlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3FfqjWjbEGo/S220/bond_004800.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ezMkT9QNFQc/Sgci-DP-gyI/AAAAAAAAAFo/j7fwHOpzdEE/s72-c/Message-in-a-Bottle-Posters.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3477653084717862302.post-4335080852450145265</id><published>2009-04-23T20:38:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T20:43:07.504+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Filmes'/><title type='text'>Do cabaré para o convento</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ezMkT9QNFQc/SfDECQo1wXI/AAAAAAAAAFg/fdfSf1N-sbE/s1600-h/SisterActPoster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327973902284341618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 219px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ezMkT9QNFQc/SfDECQo1wXI/AAAAAAAAAFg/fdfSf1N-sbE/s320/SisterActPoster.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haverá coisa mais improvável que uma cantora de cabaré acabar num convento??? Não me parece mas aconteceu à Whoopi Goldberg. Esta senhora foi destabilizar as pobres das freiras e o resultado não podia ser outro. O melhor de tudo? A banda sonora! Aqui fica um cheirinho...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hWUp6ElRayE"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hWUp6ElRayE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3477653084717862302-4335080852450145265?l=mynameistochabitocha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameistochabitocha.blogspot.com/feeds/4335080852450145265/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3477653084717862302&amp;postID=4335080852450145265' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3477653084717862302/posts/default/4335080852450145265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3477653084717862302/posts/default/4335080852450145265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameistochabitocha.blogspot.com/2009/04/do-cabare-para-o-convento.html' title='Do cabaré para o convento'/><author><name>Bitocha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14445519546231175465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ezMkT9QNFQc/SNOvuKEZrlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3FfqjWjbEGo/S220/bond_004800.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ezMkT9QNFQc/SfDECQo1wXI/AAAAAAAAAFg/fdfSf1N-sbE/s72-c/SisterActPoster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3477653084717862302.post-12586913160443722</id><published>2009-04-18T13:59:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T14:08:24.063+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Filmes'/><title type='text'>Appaloosa</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ezMkT9QNFQc/SenOzVuFG7I/AAAAAAAAAFA/xW1VhHdhQfM/s1600-h/Appaloosa-1711.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326015415741389746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ezMkT9QNFQc/SenOzVuFG7I/AAAAAAAAAFA/xW1VhHdhQfM/s320/Appaloosa-1711.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Eis um filme como há muito não assistia, com aquele toque western, os bons, os maus, as caçadeiras, os cavalos, os comboios a vapor, os índios e os bares típicos deste género.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326016539962754770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ezMkT9QNFQc/SenP0xxVxtI/AAAAAAAAAFI/URd2CXIePqg/s320/appaloosa-05.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;(Os maus!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326016699549709042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 203px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ezMkT9QNFQc/SenP-ER1cvI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/rph_a1GXutc/s320/appaloosapic12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;(Os bons)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326017325048944962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ezMkT9QNFQc/SenQieceWUI/AAAAAAAAAFY/yVxm0JP3MiE/s320/appaloosa_movie_image_viggo_mortensen__3_.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Os dois protagonistas do filme são daqueles amigos para a vida, capazes de dar a vida pelo outro mas há uma velhaca (porque é que as mulheres têm sempre que lixar tudo nos filmes????) que vem destabilizar a vidinha destes justiceiros. Um filme a não perder, para quem gosta do género.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3477653084717862302-12586913160443722?l=mynameistochabitocha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameistochabitocha.blogspot.com/feeds/12586913160443722/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3477653084717862302&amp;postID=12586913160443722' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3477653084717862302/posts/default/12586913160443722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3477653084717862302/posts/default/12586913160443722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameistochabitocha.blogspot.com/2009/04/appaloosa.html' title='Appaloosa'/><author><name>Bitocha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14445519546231175465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ezMkT9QNFQc/SNOvuKEZrlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3FfqjWjbEGo/S220/bond_004800.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ezMkT9QNFQc/SenOzVuFG7I/AAAAAAAAAFA/xW1VhHdhQfM/s72-c/Appaloosa-1711.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3477653084717862302.post-4388783736655692629</id><published>2009-03-19T11:07:00.006Z</published><updated>2009-03-19T11:29:58.638Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Filmes'/><title type='text'>Um Homem de Sonho</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ezMkT9QNFQc/ScIoVf9O6ZI/AAAAAAAAAEo/YDhaOGSu0pE/s1600-h/TheWeddingDate4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314854860071299474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ezMkT9QNFQc/ScIoVf9O6ZI/AAAAAAAAAEo/YDhaOGSu0pE/s320/TheWeddingDate4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Kat Ellis está determinada a ir acompanhada ao casamento da irmã mais nova e recorre às Páginas Amarelas para encontrar um acompanhante, Nick. A ideia é fazer "pirraça" ao seu ex-noivo mas no fim, sai-lhe o "tiro pela colatra"...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314855781141938354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 212px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ezMkT9QNFQc/ScIpLHNlgLI/AAAAAAAAAEw/VUhgHS7Dpo0/s320/2005_the_wedding_date_001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Este é um daqueles filmes bem dispostos e que não resisto a ver mais uma vez, e outra, e outra...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Primeiro, porque aquele personagem interpretado pelo Dermot Mulroney faz qualquer mulher ficar pelo beicinho e desatar a folhear as páginas amarelas em busca de um exemplar do mesmo nível. Depois, porque tem cenas muito giras (recomendo a da aula de dança) e porque nos faz pensar sobre as relações entre homens e mulheres.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314856083366564386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 234px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ezMkT9QNFQc/ScIpctFjUiI/AAAAAAAAAE4/AgGeDen13zE/s320/theweddingdate.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A dada altura do filme o Nick diz que cada mulher só tem a vida sentimental que quer ter. E depois de reflectir sobre isso, cheguei à conclusão que ele não deixa de ter razão! Moral da história: vou rezar ao São Judas Tadeu (das causas impossíveis) e pedir para me calhar um gajo destes no sapatinho no próximo Natal!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3477653084717862302-4388783736655692629?l=mynameistochabitocha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameistochabitocha.blogspot.com/feeds/4388783736655692629/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3477653084717862302&amp;postID=4388783736655692629' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3477653084717862302/posts/default/4388783736655692629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3477653084717862302/posts/default/4388783736655692629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameistochabitocha.blogspot.com/2009/03/um-homem-de-sonho.html' title='Um Homem de Sonho'/><author><name>Bitocha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14445519546231175465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ezMkT9QNFQc/SNOvuKEZrlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3FfqjWjbEGo/S220/bond_004800.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ezMkT9QNFQc/ScIoVf9O6ZI/AAAAAAAAAEo/YDhaOGSu0pE/s72-c/TheWeddingDate4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3477653084717862302.post-8617568789744859581</id><published>2009-03-14T22:06:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-03-14T22:13:07.104Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Filmes'/><title type='text'>Scoop</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ezMkT9QNFQc/SbwqusFJxuI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/Uh0gPlFvxW8/s1600-h/scoop.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313168641985464034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 216px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ezMkT9QNFQc/SbwqusFJxuI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/Uh0gPlFvxW8/s320/scoop.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aqui está um filme onde nada do que parece é. Devo confessar que o personagem interpretado pelo Hugh Jackman me enganou até ao fim!!! A mim e à tolinha da Scarlett...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pudera...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313169565729644866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ezMkT9QNFQc/SbwrkdS7YUI/AAAAAAAAAEg/2_kpvTFxgjs/s320/scoop-4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&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;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3477653084717862302-8617568789744859581?l=mynameistochabitocha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameistochabitocha.blogspot.com/feeds/8617568789744859581/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3477653084717862302&amp;postID=8617568789744859581' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3477653084717862302/posts/default/8617568789744859581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3477653084717862302/posts/default/8617568789744859581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameistochabitocha.blogspot.com/2009/03/aqui-esta-um-filme-onde-nada-do-que.html' title='Scoop'/><author><name>Bitocha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14445519546231175465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ezMkT9QNFQc/SNOvuKEZrlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3FfqjWjbEGo/S220/bond_004800.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ezMkT9QNFQc/SbwqusFJxuI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/Uh0gPlFvxW8/s72-c/scoop.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3477653084717862302.post-7013242713510304285</id><published>2009-03-07T14:09:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-03-07T14:13:29.749Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Filmes'/><title type='text'>Kill Bill 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ezMkT9QNFQc/SbKAOAF1zPI/AAAAAAAAAEI/pnV7rzoPnck/s1600-h/kill+bill+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310447888654257394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 219px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ezMkT9QNFQc/SbKAOAF1zPI/AAAAAAAAAEI/pnV7rzoPnck/s320/kill+bill+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pronto. Já está! Já vi a segunda parte da vingança da Uma Thurman. Esta mulher.... vai lá, vai!!!! Não sei como ela se conseguiu safar de dentro de um caixão com quilos de terra em cima nem como deu cabo do Bill com tanta facilidade mas tudo bem. Como diz alguém que eu conheço: "Este filme não é para todos."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3477653084717862302-7013242713510304285?l=mynameistochabitocha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameistochabitocha.blogspot.com/feeds/7013242713510304285/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3477653084717862302&amp;postID=7013242713510304285' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3477653084717862302/posts/default/7013242713510304285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3477653084717862302/posts/default/7013242713510304285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameistochabitocha.blogspot.com/2009/03/kill-bill-2.html' title='Kill Bill 2'/><author><name>Bitocha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14445519546231175465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ezMkT9QNFQc/SNOvuKEZrlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3FfqjWjbEGo/S220/bond_004800.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ezMkT9QNFQc/SbKAOAF1zPI/AAAAAAAAAEI/pnV7rzoPnck/s72-c/kill+bill+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3477653084717862302.post-3238650393444736785</id><published>2009-02-25T16:10:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-02-25T16:19:19.063Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Filmes'/><title type='text'>Kill Bill</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ezMkT9QNFQc/SaVty6WeUCI/AAAAAAAAAEA/yIk1wGJZmms/s1600-h/kill+bill.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306768457350402082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 311px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ezMkT9QNFQc/SaVty6WeUCI/AAAAAAAAAEA/yIk1wGJZmms/s320/kill+bill.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Toda a gente sabe que Tarantino não faz nada o meu género mas conheci um entusiasta do filme "Kill Bill" e fiquei curiosa. Ao falar com um dos meus primos (sim Tójó, és tu =) ), lá fiquei a perceber pelo menos o porquê da Uma Thurman desatar a matar gente como se não houvesse amanhã. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Finalmente ganhei coragem e vi o filme. Continua a não ser nada o meu género... Mesmo assim, para os mais destemidos, aqui fica a sugestão!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3477653084717862302-3238650393444736785?l=mynameistochabitocha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameistochabitocha.blogspot.com/feeds/3238650393444736785/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3477653084717862302&amp;postID=3238650393444736785' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3477653084717862302/posts/default/3238650393444736785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3477653084717862302/posts/default/3238650393444736785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameistochabitocha.blogspot.com/2009/02/kill-bill.html' title='Kill Bill'/><author><name>Bitocha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14445519546231175465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ezMkT9QNFQc/SNOvuKEZrlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3FfqjWjbEGo/S220/bond_004800.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ezMkT9QNFQc/SaVty6WeUCI/AAAAAAAAAEA/yIk1wGJZmms/s72-c/kill+bill.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3477653084717862302.post-8556303963234043276</id><published>2009-01-24T21:18:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-01-24T21:29:14.541Z</updated><title type='text'>When a man loves a woman</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ezMkT9QNFQc/SXuF3IqX54I/AAAAAAAAADw/80sFyuCzK38/s1600-h/When+a+man.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294972969168660354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ezMkT9QNFQc/SXuF3IqX54I/AAAAAAAAADw/80sFyuCzK38/s320/When+a+man.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Aqui está um filme que prentende mostrar que o amor pode suportar tudo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Um casal aparentemente feliz e apaixonado, com duas filhas e que lutou para construir uma vida estável vê a sua relação abalada pelo problema de alcoolismo de Alice (Meg Ryan). Michael (Andy Garcia) é o marido que vai fazer tudo para ter a sua mulher de volta e manter a família junta e unida.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294973071995935202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 230px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ezMkT9QNFQc/SXuF9HuTmeI/AAAAAAAAAD4/b9F1DUoXARk/s320/WAMLW.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3477653084717862302-8556303963234043276?l=mynameistochabitocha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameistochabitocha.blogspot.com/feeds/8556303963234043276/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3477653084717862302&amp;postID=8556303963234043276' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3477653084717862302/posts/default/8556303963234043276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3477653084717862302/posts/default/8556303963234043276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameistochabitocha.blogspot.com/2009/01/when-man-loves-woman.html' title='When a man loves a woman'/><author><name>Bitocha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14445519546231175465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ezMkT9QNFQc/SNOvuKEZrlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3FfqjWjbEGo/S220/bond_004800.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ezMkT9QNFQc/SXuF3IqX54I/AAAAAAAAADw/80sFyuCzK38/s72-c/When+a+man.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3477653084717862302.post-4857708362299462800</id><published>2009-01-18T13:51:00.006Z</published><updated>2009-01-18T14:13:59.354Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Filmes'/><title type='text'>Goldeneye</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ezMkT9QNFQc/SXMz-dVXKoI/AAAAAAAAADQ/wOtU86TFSKU/s1600-h/goldeneye_poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292631135209597570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 222px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ezMkT9QNFQc/SXMz-dVXKoI/AAAAAAAAADQ/wOtU86TFSKU/s320/goldeneye_poster.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Este filme de 1995 (como o tempo passa!!!!!) é o primeiro dos 4 protagonizados por Pierce Brosnan. Para mim foi também o primeiro... filme 007 que vi...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Quando um Agente do MI6 (Sean Bean) muda de lado e planeia conseguir a dominação do mundo, o sedutor agente secreto é destacado por uma versão feminina de 'M' para reaver a chave de acesso a uma arma secreta que se encontra na órbitra terrestre, de nome "GoldenEye".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Bond vê-se obrigado a perseguir o seu antigo aliado por Cuba, Monte Carlo, Suíça e até Rússia. Tudo isto enquanto tenta escapar a uma sensual e mortífera mulher fatal (Famke Janssen) que não desistirá enquanto não esmagar o invulnerável espião. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292631723962713250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 311px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ezMkT9QNFQc/SXM0gunCxKI/AAAAAAAAADY/hiQy74Medz4/s320/goldeneye.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3477653084717862302-4857708362299462800?l=mynameistochabitocha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameistochabitocha.blogspot.com/feeds/4857708362299462800/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3477653084717862302&amp;postID=4857708362299462800' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3477653084717862302/posts/default/4857708362299462800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3477653084717862302/posts/default/4857708362299462800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameistochabitocha.blogspot.com/2009/01/goldeneye.html' title='Goldeneye'/><author><name>Bitocha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14445519546231175465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ezMkT9QNFQc/SNOvuKEZrlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3FfqjWjbEGo/S220/bond_004800.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ezMkT9QNFQc/SXMz-dVXKoI/AAAAAAAAADQ/wOtU86TFSKU/s72-c/goldeneye_poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3477653084717862302.post-1322104933525755881</id><published>2009-01-11T13:42:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-01-11T13:53:38.443Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Filmes'/><title type='text'>Havana - Cidade Perdida</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ezMkT9QNFQc/SWn3VUYRzVI/AAAAAAAAADA/u0fiRpJufng/s1600-h/cidade-perdida-poster01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290031182943210834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 216px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ezMkT9QNFQc/SWn3VUYRzVI/AAAAAAAAADA/u0fiRpJufng/s320/cidade-perdida-poster01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Para quem gosta de filmes de época. Este retrata os anos 50 em Havana e as convulsões políticas que se viveram, a queda do regime de Batista e a ascenção de Fidel Castro ao poder e todas as mudanças que isso implicou na vida do povo cubano.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;De referir que o filme foi realizado e protagonizado pelo cubano Andy Garcia que deixa um cunho muito pessoal nesta obra, ou não fosse ele um opositor declarado de Fidel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A música é um dos pontos fortes do filme. Não sei explicar... Aqueles ritmos mexem comigo!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290033770076325490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ezMkT9QNFQc/SWn5r6M4RnI/AAAAAAAAADI/hrqRW1RlmAk/s320/133.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3477653084717862302-1322104933525755881?l=mynameistochabitocha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameistochabitocha.blogspot.com/feeds/1322104933525755881/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3477653084717862302&amp;postID=1322104933525755881' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3477653084717862302/posts/default/1322104933525755881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3477653084717862302/posts/default/1322104933525755881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameistochabitocha.blogspot.com/2009/01/havana-cidade-perdida.html' title='Havana - Cidade Perdida'/><author><name>Bitocha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14445519546231175465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ezMkT9QNFQc/SNOvuKEZrlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3FfqjWjbEGo/S220/bond_004800.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ezMkT9QNFQc/SWn3VUYRzVI/AAAAAAAAADA/u0fiRpJufng/s72-c/cidade-perdida-poster01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3477653084717862302.post-3503029783772733407</id><published>2008-12-14T18:33:00.008Z</published><updated>2009-05-24T19:18:36.499+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Filmes'/><title type='text'>O Senhor dos Anéis</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ezMkT9QNFQc/SUVbI6tTdxI/AAAAAAAAACw/kOio1-iWTrE/s1600-h/Poster_SrAneis.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279726346918131474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 206px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ezMkT9QNFQc/SUVbI6tTdxI/AAAAAAAAACw/kOio1-iWTrE/s320/Poster_SrAneis.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Este é um dos filmes que mais gosto. Aliás, é difícil escolher um dos 3 por isso inclui-o aqui como se de um só se tratasse. Falo da adaptação da obra de J. R. R. Tolkien - O Senhor dos Anéis.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"One ring to rule them all, One ring to find them. One ring to bring them all and in the darkness bind them."&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;No primeiro filme (The fellowship of the ring) ficamos a conhecer o ponto de partida desta verdadeira odisseia. Em tempos remotos, Sauron tentou dominar a Terra-Média graças ao poder do seu anel. Mas após ser derrotado numa mítica batalha, o anel foi considerado perdido durante centenas de anos. Agora, através de um golpe do destino, o anel do poder foi encontrado e entregue a um hobbit chamado Frodo. Quando Gandalf, um sábio feiticeiro, confirma que este é o anel de Sauron, Frodo tem de partir numa demanda até ao monte Doom para o destruir. Com o intuito de o ajudar, é organizada uma irmandade constituída por dois homens (Aragorn e Boromir), um elfo (Legolas), um anão (Gimli), um feiticeiro (Gandalf) e quatro hobbits (Frodo, Sam, Merry e Pippin). Juntos vão enfrentar inúmeros perigos em prol da salvação da Terra Média... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279719858835952802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 181px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ezMkT9QNFQc/SUVVPQt-FKI/AAAAAAAAACg/08ev-yyj_Pc/s320/thefellowshipofthering.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;No fim do primeiro filme lembro-me de ter pensado: "&lt;em&gt;E agora vamos ter de esperar mais um ano para ver o resto???? Quero ver o resto já!!!!&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279716026634585570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 218px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ezMkT9QNFQc/SUVRwMp9xeI/AAAAAAAAACY/eBBfkcI-4bM/s320/aragorn_poster.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Um ano passou depressa e lá estreou a segunda parte da triologia: "The two towers". Neste filme, a irmandade encontra-se separada, após a morte de Gandalf e de Boromir. Frodo e Sam continuam sozinhos, Merry e Pippin são capturados por Uruk-hai e Aragorn, Legolas e Gimli vão no seu encalce. Descobrimos o Reino de Rohan e aparece uma figura feminina que vai apimentar a história. Quem viu o primeiro filme lembra-se da relação entre Aragorn e uma elfo. Pois a menina Eowyn assim que bate com os olhos no Aragorn não quer outra coisa!!! Como eu a compreendo :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279724015828551794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 242px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ezMkT9QNFQc/SUVZBOuPSHI/AAAAAAAAACo/eVW7g0wzchs/s320/aepainting.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Não sei se foi por ter esperado tanto para ver o que ia acontecer no final, para mim o último filme, "The return of the king", é o melhor. Agora desculpem, mas fiquei com vontade de rever estes filmes!!!! Xau! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279726661454559618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ezMkT9QNFQc/SUVbbOcoeYI/AAAAAAAAAC4/IBzUGrN0yeU/s320/rotk_aragorn_800.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3477653084717862302-3503029783772733407?l=mynameistochabitocha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameistochabitocha.blogspot.com/feeds/3503029783772733407/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3477653084717862302&amp;postID=3503029783772733407' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3477653084717862302/posts/default/3503029783772733407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3477653084717862302/posts/default/3503029783772733407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameistochabitocha.blogspot.com/2008/12/o-senhor-dos-anis.html' title='O Senhor dos Anéis'/><author><name>Bitocha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14445519546231175465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ezMkT9QNFQc/SNOvuKEZrlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3FfqjWjbEGo/S220/bond_004800.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ezMkT9QNFQc/SUVbI6tTdxI/AAAAAAAAACw/kOio1-iWTrE/s72-c/Poster_SrAneis.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3477653084717862302.post-4475287675002707775</id><published>2008-11-25T20:57:00.007Z</published><updated>2008-12-14T19:19:05.490Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Filmes'/><title type='text'>Moulin Rouge</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ezMkT9QNFQc/SSxnYy-EsfI/AAAAAAAAACA/1N1bgq5oVac/s1600-h/moulin-rouge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272702939440656882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 219px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ezMkT9QNFQc/SSxnYy-EsfI/AAAAAAAAACA/1N1bgq5oVac/s320/moulin-rouge.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Bom, que dizer deste filme??? É uma mistura de amor, loucura, ciúme, paixão e muuuuuuuuiiiiiiita música. Sim, a maior supresa do filme, mais do que ouvir a Nicole Kidman, foi ouvir o Ewan McGregor a cantar. E bem!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As cenas iniciais têm um ritmo completamente alucinado. Desde o famoso "cancan" até uma música dos Nirvana, ouve-se de tudo no mais célebre cabaret do mundo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272703934963378034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ezMkT9QNFQc/SSxoSvlL53I/AAAAAAAAACI/dYoiyiE0NLY/s320/MoulinRouge.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Num ambiente boémio como este, nem sempre é fácil haver espaço para o amor mas o nosso poeta (McGregor) acaba por se apaixonar pela mais importante e desejada cortesã do Moulin Rouge (Kidman). Escusado será dizer que a coisa não acabou lá muito bem mas, na minha modesta opinião, acho que não havia melhor final para o filme. Para este tipo de filme!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272705217418143202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 223px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ezMkT9QNFQc/SSxpdZGOpeI/AAAAAAAAACQ/k0GgoAEZyZI/s320/Moulin-Rouge-0004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3477653084717862302-4475287675002707775?l=mynameistochabitocha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameistochabitocha.blogspot.com/feeds/4475287675002707775/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3477653084717862302&amp;postID=4475287675002707775' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3477653084717862302/posts/default/4475287675002707775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3477653084717862302/posts/default/4475287675002707775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameistochabitocha.blogspot.com/2008/11/moulin-rouge.html' title='Moulin Rouge'/><author><name>Bitocha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14445519546231175465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ezMkT9QNFQc/SNOvuKEZrlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3FfqjWjbEGo/S220/bond_004800.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ezMkT9QNFQc/SSxnYy-EsfI/AAAAAAAAACA/1N1bgq5oVac/s72-c/moulin-rouge.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3477653084717862302.post-3831973712165560090</id><published>2008-11-15T14:32:00.005Z</published><updated>2008-11-15T14:48:52.500Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Filmes'/><title type='text'>007 - Quantum of Solace</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ezMkT9QNFQc/SR7fSAtH8RI/AAAAAAAAABo/Yrx55UZG3Co/s1600-h/daniel-craig-quantum-of-solace.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268894114589962514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 206px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ezMkT9QNFQc/SR7fSAtH8RI/AAAAAAAAABo/Yrx55UZG3Co/s320/daniel-craig-quantum-of-solace.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;No seguimento do último post, hoje trago-vos o novo filme 007 - Quantum of Solace.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mais um vez fiquei rendida aos encantos do Sr. Craig e espero que continue muitos e bons anos a dar valentes coças nos maus da fita, ao serviço de sua Majestade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268894229625626242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ezMkT9QNFQc/SR7fYtPw3oI/AAAAAAAAABw/MpSQakmB_z8/s320/qos-wallpaper-4-sm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Este é uma sequela de Casino Royale já que o nosso Bond de coração destroçado continua a perseguir a organização que esteve por detrás da morte da sua namorada. Na minha humilde opinião, a luta maior que ele tem de travar é com ele próprio porque ainda não conseguiu perdoar(-se) nem esquecer o que ficou para trás. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Muita acção e tiros, à boa maneira bondesca. Chamo especial atenção para a perseguição inicial. Aquele carro é um espectáculo!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268894400422728594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 235px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ezMkT9QNFQc/SR7fipg905I/AAAAAAAAAB4/8aIoBluhnEk/s320/quantum.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Confesso que continuo a preferir o Casino Royale, até pela música do genérico. A de Quantum of Solace é bem fraquinha... Gostei da prestação de Judi Dench. Sempre ao seu melhor nível no papel de "M".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3477653084717862302-3831973712165560090?l=mynameistochabitocha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameistochabitocha.blogspot.com/feeds/3831973712165560090/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3477653084717862302&amp;postID=3831973712165560090' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3477653084717862302/posts/default/3831973712165560090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3477653084717862302/posts/default/3831973712165560090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameistochabitocha.blogspot.com/2008/11/007-quantum-of-solace.html' title='007 - Quantum of Solace'/><author><name>Bitocha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14445519546231175465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ezMkT9QNFQc/SNOvuKEZrlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3FfqjWjbEGo/S220/bond_004800.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ezMkT9QNFQc/SR7fSAtH8RI/AAAAAAAAABo/Yrx55UZG3Co/s72-c/daniel-craig-quantum-of-solace.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3477653084717862302.post-5071251298520094087</id><published>2008-10-21T20:56:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T19:19:46.182+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Filmes'/><title type='text'>007</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ezMkT9QNFQc/SP40ULhb8JI/AAAAAAAAABg/6wbqO9ZmXKg/s1600-h/casinoroayaleqk6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259698936110379154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ezMkT9QNFQc/SP40ULhb8JI/AAAAAAAAABg/6wbqO9ZmXKg/s320/casinoroayaleqk6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Queria aproveitar a oportunidade, já que vou falar do último filme do James Bond, para confessar que eu fui uma das pessoas que achou péssima a escolha do Daniel Craig para fazer de agente ao serviço de Sua Majestade. Por mim o Pierce Brosnan ficava a fazer de Bond, James Bond até andar de bengala!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Claro que fui ver o filme a pensar: "não vou achar piada nenhuma a este gajo!". Pois olhem, saí de lá de queixo caído. O homem safou-se muito bem!!!!! Tive de dar a mão à palmatória, e como ouvi alguém dizer outro dia, foi dos 007 mais reais que já vi. Mesmo sendo loiro :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Seja a dar porrada nos "maus", seja a espetar-se a alta velocidade ou a jogar poker mesmo depois de um ataque cardíaco, o homem está irrepreensível.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Nota positiva para o facto de o final do filme ser na bela cidade de Veneza.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Mr. Craig, Daniel Craig, retiro aquilo que disse e espero ansiosamente pela estreia do seu novo 007. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3477653084717862302-5071251298520094087?l=mynameistochabitocha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameistochabitocha.blogspot.com/feeds/5071251298520094087/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3477653084717862302&amp;postID=5071251298520094087' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3477653084717862302/posts/default/5071251298520094087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3477653084717862302/posts/default/5071251298520094087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameistochabitocha.blogspot.com/2008/10/007.html' title='007'/><author><name>Bitocha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14445519546231175465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ezMkT9QNFQc/SNOvuKEZrlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3FfqjWjbEGo/S220/bond_004800.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ezMkT9QNFQc/SP40ULhb8JI/AAAAAAAAABg/6wbqO9ZmXKg/s72-c/casinoroayaleqk6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3477653084717862302.post-6356413718059090371</id><published>2008-10-12T20:49:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T21:01:24.667+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Filmes'/><title type='text'>Dirty Dancing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ezMkT9QNFQc/SPJU1zl-78I/AAAAAAAAABQ/ALUqJfF9rr4/s1600-h/Dirty-Dancing-Poster-C10315512.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256356998454112194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ezMkT9QNFQc/SPJU1zl-78I/AAAAAAAAABQ/ALUqJfF9rr4/s320/Dirty-Dancing-Poster-C10315512.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ora aqui está um filme que toda as adolescentes da minha geração viram de certeza, e vezes sem conta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Eu confesso que só vi este filme há bem pouco tempo e a única coisa que conhecia do filme era a música "The time of my life" e essa sim, ouvi vezes sem conta quando era adolescente!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Nos anos 60, uma "betinha", menida do papá, literalmente! vai passar férias com a família. A menina ao explorar o campo de férias esbarra num professor de dança todo jeitoso. Ao fim de muitas turras, a rapariga lá acaba por fazer par com o dito e o filme gira em torno desta temática.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256359269067550242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ezMkT9QNFQc/SPJW5-SabiI/AAAAAAAAABY/pStpH33XlhM/s320/dancing460.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tenho de admitir que não é o filme da minha vida, talvez porque ja estivesse fora do prazo quando vi o filme pela primeira vez (eu, não o filme!!!). A nota positiva vai, claro, para o Patrick Swayze. Homem, tu dançavas bem nas horas!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3477653084717862302-6356413718059090371?l=mynameistochabitocha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameistochabitocha.blogspot.com/feeds/6356413718059090371/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3477653084717862302&amp;postID=6356413718059090371' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3477653084717862302/posts/default/6356413718059090371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3477653084717862302/posts/default/6356413718059090371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameistochabitocha.blogspot.com/2008/10/dirty-dancing.html' title='Dirty Dancing'/><author><name>Bitocha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14445519546231175465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ezMkT9QNFQc/SNOvuKEZrlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3FfqjWjbEGo/S220/bond_004800.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ezMkT9QNFQc/SPJU1zl-78I/AAAAAAAAABQ/ALUqJfF9rr4/s72-c/Dirty-Dancing-Poster-C10315512.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3477653084717862302.post-7627618792284172358</id><published>2008-10-05T20:28:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T21:08:10.675+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Filmes'/><title type='text'>Mamma Mia!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ezMkT9QNFQc/SOkWKETWW9I/AAAAAAAAAA4/pRwGsm2IIYE/s1600-h/mamma_mia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253754802513796050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ezMkT9QNFQc/SOkWKETWW9I/AAAAAAAAAA4/pRwGsm2IIYE/s320/mamma_mia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"I have a dream, a song to sing..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Toda a gente conhece a música dos Abba. E toda a gente também já deve ter ouvido falar no musical inspirado na música deles. O que eu não sabia era que iam fazer a versão filme do mesmo. Foi através de uma amiga (que muito nos massacrou até sabermos, finalmente, que o filme iria estrear em Portugal!!! :-P) que soube do famoso filme que tem conquistado fã por esse país fora.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A história é simples: uma rapariga vai casar e não sabe quem é o pai. Lê o diário da mãe e descobre que tem 3 possíveis pais!!! Decide convidar os 3 para virem até à ilha (lindissima) onde ela mora com a mãe e a partir daí (mamma mia!) acontece toda uma série de peripécias.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253755435012640978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ezMkT9QNFQc/SOkWu4i00NI/AAAAAAAAABA/58_egWPhgQw/s320/MammaMiaBed.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;O filme é muito bem disposto e fez-me cantar do princípio ao fim (não foi, Tânia????). O elenco é de luxo e, ou me engano muito, ou devem-se ter divertido imenso a gravar. O destaque vai mesmo para a Meryl Streep que me deixou de boca aberta porque não pensei que a senhora cantasse tão bem nem que ainda tivesse tanta energia para fazer um filme destes. Outra surpresa foi ver o Pierce Brosnan a cantar ("When you're gone, how can I even try to go on?")&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253757684199735026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ezMkT9QNFQc/SOkYxza0PvI/AAAAAAAAABI/kRKg2N-TNK8/s320/Mamma-Mia-movie-01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Se quiserem saber quem é o pai da rapariga, não percam este filme, num cinema perto de si!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3477653084717862302-7627618792284172358?l=mynameistochabitocha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameistochabitocha.blogspot.com/feeds/7627618792284172358/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3477653084717862302&amp;postID=7627618792284172358' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3477653084717862302/posts/default/7627618792284172358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3477653084717862302/posts/default/7627618792284172358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameistochabitocha.blogspot.com/2008/10/mamma-mia.html' title='Mamma Mia!'/><author><name>Bitocha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14445519546231175465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ezMkT9QNFQc/SNOvuKEZrlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3FfqjWjbEGo/S220/bond_004800.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ezMkT9QNFQc/SOkWKETWW9I/AAAAAAAAAA4/pRwGsm2IIYE/s72-c/mamma_mia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3477653084717862302.post-5775168515343297506</id><published>2008-09-19T14:58:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T15:39:35.962+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Filmes'/><title type='text'>The Phantom of the Opera</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ezMkT9QNFQc/SNOyT2-NpgI/AAAAAAAAAAo/M3t_Abk85ME/s1600-h/phantom05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247734045060474370" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 170px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 269px" height="287" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ezMkT9QNFQc/SNOyT2-NpgI/AAAAAAAAAAo/M3t_Abk85ME/s320/phantom05.jpg" width="183" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tenham medo. Tenham muito medo porque hoje trago-vos "O Fantasma da Ópera". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Este filme resulta da adaptação cinematográfica do musical com o mesmo nome, do famoso Andrew Lloyd Webber. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A história desenvolve-se na Ópera de Paris, onde mora um desfigurado génio que tem como sua protegida e apaixonada a bela Christine Dae. Este pretende torná-la a próxima estrela da Ópera e a oportunidade surge quando a "diva" La Carlotta resolve abandonar a companhia de teatro a meio de um ensaio e Christine é indicada para a substituir. A menina causa sensação na noite de estreia e desperta no Visconde Raoul de Chagny um grande interesse... o que vai enfurecer o Fantasma e precipitar toda a história. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Gosto especialmente da ligação entre o Fantasma e a Christine. É uma coisa difícil de definir: sentimos que ela tem medo dele mas que, por outro lado, sente uma atracção muito forte e que se nota ao longo de todo o filme.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Apesar do trágico final (devo confessar que quando saí da sala de cinema parecia uma madalena arrependida), a história é muito bonita, como todas as belas histórias de amor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;As músicas são lindíssimas, os cenários e o guarda roupa fazem-nos ficar com vontade de saltar para dentro do ecran e cantar e representar com eles.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ezMkT9QNFQc/SNO3uABSJ4I/AAAAAAAAAAw/l-_qTxaLj60/s1600-h/phantom_hires.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247739991724009346" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="289" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ezMkT9QNFQc/SNO3uABSJ4I/AAAAAAAAAAw/l-_qTxaLj60/s320/phantom_hires.jpg" width="228" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Já sei que vão dizer que o "Fantasma" não sabe cantar, mas já olharam bem para aquele homem???!!!!???? Uma pessoa fica tal e a qual a Christine... rendida aos atributos físicos dele e nem quer saber se ele está a cantar ou não!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Mesmo assim, o rapaz não canta assim tão mal e aquele tom rockeiro na voz dele até dá pinta ao personagem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3477653084717862302-5775168515343297506?l=mynameistochabitocha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameistochabitocha.blogspot.com/feeds/5775168515343297506/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3477653084717862302&amp;postID=5775168515343297506' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3477653084717862302/posts/default/5775168515343297506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3477653084717862302/posts/default/5775168515343297506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameistochabitocha.blogspot.com/2008/09/phantom-of-opera.html' title='The Phantom of the Opera'/><author><name>Bitocha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14445519546231175465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ezMkT9QNFQc/SNOvuKEZrlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3FfqjWjbEGo/S220/bond_004800.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ezMkT9QNFQc/SNOyT2-NpgI/AAAAAAAAAAo/M3t_Abk85ME/s72-c/phantom05.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3477653084717862302.post-4538749153538061535</id><published>2008-09-17T11:51:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T11:54:02.951+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Geral'/><title type='text'>Once upon a time...</title><content type='html'>Era uma vez...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todos temos no nosso imaginário as histórias que nos contavam quando éramos miúdos e que começavam, regra geral, desta forma.&lt;br /&gt;O blogue que me propus criar também vai falar sobre histórias - as dos filmes.&lt;br /&gt;Quem me conhece sabe que adoro cinema por isso...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3477653084717862302-4538749153538061535?l=mynameistochabitocha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameistochabitocha.blogspot.com/feeds/4538749153538061535/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3477653084717862302&amp;postID=4538749153538061535' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3477653084717862302/posts/default/4538749153538061535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3477653084717862302/posts/default/4538749153538061535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameistochabitocha.blogspot.com/2008/09/once-upon-time.html' title='Once upon a time...'/><author><name>Bitocha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14445519546231175465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ezMkT9QNFQc/SNOvuKEZrlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3FfqjWjbEGo/S220/bond_004800.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
