BRIDGET JONES’ DIARY
Acu' câteve saptamâni, într-o seara, home alone. Luckily, iubitul meu mi-a facut cadou ante Craciun o cutie de DVD-uri de dragoste, dintre care Love Actually si, my favorite, Bridget Jones’ Diary. N-o sa va povestesc filmu’ (it’s already a legend, really), ci o sa va explic, pe puncte, de ce mi / ni se potriveste atât de bine (necuriosi de sufletu’ muieresc, abtineti-va de la citit pls ; Cata – tu ai voie :) )Prima scena : anu' nou în familie. Primu' personaj prezentat e MAMA ... a strange creature from the time when pickles on toothpicks were still the height of sophistication, care, în fiecare an, tries to fix me up with some bushy-haired, middle-aged bore. Bine ati venit în societatea noastra bine definita, în care toata lumea trebuie sa se (a)cupleze, casatoreasca, faca multi copii. Iata primele semne ale presiunii sociale pe care o resimt, invariabil, toate celibatarele (zic voit toate celibatarele, pentru ca celibatarii sunt alta rasa - in societatea noastra super sexista, acesti domni sunt niste excentrici cuceritori în timp ce aceste doamne sunt niste acrituri statute). Trecem apoi la prietenii parintilor, purtatori de cuvânt ai mentalitatii generale : Still no fellow, then, eh? You career girls. Can't put it off forever. Tick-tock, tick-tock. Dar în sfârsit, o oaza de liniste în acest teritoriu advers : TATA, singurul care ne întelege, nu ne bruscheaza, si sufera alaturi de noi, pentru ca si el (saracu') e supus mamei, nebuniilor si judecatilor ei de valoare. Cine n-a trait niciodata astfel de mici umilinte în cadrul amicalo-familial al acestor muieri care ne spala creierele din fasha ? Cine n-a auzit macar o data, de la vreun apropiat, ca daca nu te mariti pâna la 25 de ani, sunt mari sanse sa nu te mai mariti niciodata ? Cine n-a zis / gândit vreun "vai saraca" depre o tanti de 40 de ani nemaritata ?
A doua scena : Bridget singura acasa cu multa beutura în jur. De ce ne e frica de singuratate ? I suddenly realized that unless something changed soon I was going to live a life where my major relationship was with a bottle of wine and I'd finally die fat and alone and be found three weeks later, half-eaten by wild dogs. Daca urmarim acest rationament, o muiere necuplata nu poate fi decât : alcoolica, grasa si extrem de singura. Ergo, nedezirabila, adictiva si morocanoasa. Celibatul nu poate fi, în aceste conditii, decât o consecinta directa a unui caracter de kkt. Cine ar vrea sa iasa cu o asemenea fata ?
Scena care-ti pune capac : The only thing worse than a smug married couple - Iots of smug married couples. Perechi pudibonde & surâzatoare, pline de prioriul succes & fericire de carte postala. You really ought to hurry up and get sprugged up, you know, old girl ? Time's a-running out. Tick-tock. Offices full of single girls in their thirties, fine physical specimens, but they just can't seem to hold down a chap. Dap, presiunea sociala nu vine numai de la parintii nostri ; cruzimea e intergenerationala.
Si totusi, în acest ocean de rautate si micisme : Emergency summit with urban family for coherent discussion of career crisis. Aceasta "urban family" sunt pritenii cei mai buni : Shazzer - journalist, likes to say "fuck" a lot (ati ghicit, cu dânsa ma identific io cel mai bine), Jude - head of investment at Brightlings Bank, who spends most of her time trapped in the lady's toilet, crying over fuck wit boyfriend (arhetipul femeii de afaceri super dure la serviciu pentru a compensa o viata personala plina de supunere), si Tom - Eighties pop icon who only wrote one hit record then retired because he found that one record was quite enough to get him laid for the whole of the Nineties (homosexualul gashtii). Singurii oameni care NU ne judeca si care sunt alaturi de noi no matter what. Protectia noastra naturala contra presiunii sociale.
Povestea mamei : pâna la urma, fericirea în cuplu e un mit si uzura duce la ruptura. Darling, if I came in with my knickers on my head he wouldn't notice. I spent thirty-five years cleaning his house, washing his clothes, bringing up his children. To be honest, having children isn't all it's cracked up to be. Given my chance again, I'm not sure I'd have any. And now it's the winter of my life and I haven't actually got anything of my own. I've got no power, no real career, no sex life. I've got no life at all. I'm like the grasshopper who sang all summer. I'm not having it. Si daca, in fine, povestile cu Feti Frumosi si Ilene Cosânzene n-ar fi decât baliverne ? Daca, dupa ani de zile de relatie, îti dai seama ca nu merita, ca te-ai perimat încercând sa aranjezi lucrurile, sa faci totul cum ai învatat ca se face, sa dai ceea ce se asteapta de la tine (menaj, copii) ? Daca-ti iei câmpii în momentu' asta, a cui va fi vina ? A ta, ca ai esuat sa-ti transformi visele în realitate, sau a societatii, ca ti-a insuflat vise nerealiste ?
Si totusi, barbatul ideal : sunt doi. Tata & Marc Darcy. Tata, pentru ca o primeste înapoi pe mama, chiar daca l-a parasit si înselat (I just don't work without you). Si Marc Darcy (din Pride & Prejudice obviously), pentru cea mai tare declaratie de dragoste ever : I like you very much - just as you are. (Not thinner. Not cleverer. Not with slightly bigger breasts and a slightly smaller nose.)
În concluzie : un film care ni se potriveste tuturor, o mare doza de umor si optimism (dragostea învinge totul), de savurat cu un martini alb cu gheata si lamâie si multe prietene !
P.S. In curând pe ecrane : A single man, cu Coln Firth, a must see !
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Il y a quelques semaines, un soir, home alone. Luckily, mon chéri m’a offert ante Noël un coffret de DVDs d’amour, parmi lesquels Love Actually et, my favorite, Bridget Jones’ Diary. Je ne vais pas vous raconter le film (it’s already a legend, really), mais je vais vous expliquer, point par point, pourquoi il me / nous va tellement bien (non curieux de l’âme féminine, abstenez-vous de cette lecture svp ; Cata – toi t’as le droit :) )
Première scène : le nouvel an en famille. Le premier personnage présenté est la MÈRE … a strange creature from the time when pickles on toothpicks were still the height of sophistication, qui, chaque année, tries to fix me up with some bushy-haired, middle-aged bore. Bienvenus dans notre société bien définie, dans laquelle tout le monde doit se coupler (lire s’accoupler), se marier, faire beaucoup d’enfants. Voici les premiers signes de la pression sociale que ressentent, invariablement, toutes les femmes célibataires (parce que les hommes célibataires sont une autre race – dans notre société super sexiste, ces messieurs sont des excentriques don juans alors que ces dames sont des mal-baisées aigries). On passe en suite aux amis des parents, porte-parole de la mentalité générale : Still no fellow, then, eh? You career girls. Can't put it off forever. Tick-tock, tick-tock. Mais, finalement, un peu de tranquillité dans ce territoire adverse : PAPA, le seul qui nous comprend, ne nous brusque pas et souffre à nos cotés, parce que lui aussi (le pauvre) est soumis à maman, à ses folies et ses jugements de valeur. Qui n’a jamais vécu de telles petites humiliations dans le cadre amicalo-familial de ces femmes qui nous lavent le cerveau avec les couches ? Qui n’a entendu au moins une fois un proche dire que si on ne se mariait pas avant ses 25 ans, on aurait de fortes chances à ne jamais se marier ? Qui n’a jamais dit / pensé un « ah, la pauvre » par rapport à une femme de 40 ans non mariée ?
Deuxième scène : Bridget seule chez elle entourée de plein d’alcool. Pourquoi a-t-on peur de la solitude ? I suddenly realized that unless something changed soon I was going to live a life where my major relationship was with a bottle of wine and I'd finally die fat and alone and be found three weeks later, half-eaten by wild dogs. En suivant ce raisonnement, une femme célibataire ne peut être que : alcoolique, grosse et extrêmement seule. Ergo, non désirable, addictive et morose. Le célibat ne peut être, dans ces conditions, qu’une conséquence directe d’un caractère de merde. Qui voudrait sortir avec une telle fille ?
La scène qui tue : The only thing worse than a smug married couple - Iots of smug married couples. Des mariés pudibondes & souriants, pleins de leur propres succès & félicité de carte postale. You really ought to hurry up and get sprugged up, you know, old girl ? Time's a-running out. Tick-tock. Offices full of single girls in their thirties, fine physical specimens, but they just can't seem to hold down a chap. Ouais, la pression sociale ne vient pas uniquement de nos parents ; la cruauté est intergénérationnelle.
Et pourtant, dans cet océan de méchanceté et de petitesses : Emergency summit with urban family for coherent discussion of career crisis. Cette "urban family" sont les meilleurs amis : Shazzer - journalist, likes to say "fuck" a lot (vous avez deviné, c’est avec elle que je m’identifie le plus), Jude - head of investment at Brightlings Bank, who spends most of her time trapped in the lady's toilet, crying over fuck wit boyfriend (l’archétype de la femme d’affaires super dure au travail pour compenser une vie personnelle pleine de soumission), et Tom - Eighties pop icon who only wrote one hit record then retired because he found that one record was quite enough to get him laid for the whole of the Nineties (le gay du gang). Les seules personnes qui NE nous jugent PAS et qui sont à nos cotés no matter what. Notre protection naturelle contre la pression sociale.
L’histoire de la mère : finalement, la félicité en couple est un mythe et l’usure mène à la rupture. Darling, if I came in with my knickers on my head he wouldn't notice. I spent thirty-five years cleaning his house, washing his clothes, bringing up his children. To be honest, having children isn't all it's cracked up to be. Given my chance again, I'm not sure I'd have any. And now it's the winter of my life and I haven't actually got anything of my own. I've got no power, no real career, no sex life. I've got no life at all. I'm like the grasshopper who sang all summer. I'm not having it. Et si, finalement, les histoires aux Princes Charmants et Belles au Bois Dormants n’étaient que des conneries ? Si, après des années de relation amoureuse, on se rendait compte que ça ne valait pas la peine, qu’on s’était périmée en essayant d’arranger les choses, de faire tout comme on avait appris qu’il fallait faire, de donner ce qu’on attendait de nous (ménage, enfants) ? Si on devenait folle à ce moment-là, qui en serait le coupable ? La femme qui a échoué à transformer ses rêves en réalité ? Ou la société, qui lui a transmis des rêves irréalistes ?
Et pourtant, l’homme idéal : sont deux. Papa & Marc Darcy. Papa, parce qu’il pardonne maman, même si elle l’a quitté et trompé (I just don't work without you). Et Marc Darcy (de Pride & Prejudice obviously), pour la meilleure déclaration d’amour ever : I like you very much - just as you are. (Not thinner. Not cleverer. Not with slightly bigger breasts and a slightly smaller nose.)
En conclusion : un film qui nous va à nous toutes, une grande dose d’humour et d’optimisme (l’amour triomphe sur tout), à savourer avec un martini blanc aux glaçons et au citron et plein de copines !
P.S. Bientôt au cinéma : A single man, avec Coln Firth, a must see !
A doua scena : Bridget singura acasa cu multa beutura în jur. De ce ne e frica de singuratate ? I suddenly realized that unless something changed soon I was going to live a life where my major relationship was with a bottle of wine and I'd finally die fat and alone and be found three weeks later, half-eaten by wild dogs. Daca urmarim acest rationament, o muiere necuplata nu poate fi decât : alcoolica, grasa si extrem de singura. Ergo, nedezirabila, adictiva si morocanoasa. Celibatul nu poate fi, în aceste conditii, decât o consecinta directa a unui caracter de kkt. Cine ar vrea sa iasa cu o asemenea fata ?
Scena care-ti pune capac : The only thing worse than a smug married couple - Iots of smug married couples. Perechi pudibonde & surâzatoare, pline de prioriul succes & fericire de carte postala. You really ought to hurry up and get sprugged up, you know, old girl ? Time's a-running out. Tick-tock. Offices full of single girls in their thirties, fine physical specimens, but they just can't seem to hold down a chap. Dap, presiunea sociala nu vine numai de la parintii nostri ; cruzimea e intergenerationala.
Si totusi, în acest ocean de rautate si micisme : Emergency summit with urban family for coherent discussion of career crisis. Aceasta "urban family" sunt pritenii cei mai buni : Shazzer - journalist, likes to say "fuck" a lot (ati ghicit, cu dânsa ma identific io cel mai bine), Jude - head of investment at Brightlings Bank, who spends most of her time trapped in the lady's toilet, crying over fuck wit boyfriend (arhetipul femeii de afaceri super dure la serviciu pentru a compensa o viata personala plina de supunere), si Tom - Eighties pop icon who only wrote one hit record then retired because he found that one record was quite enough to get him laid for the whole of the Nineties (homosexualul gashtii). Singurii oameni care NU ne judeca si care sunt alaturi de noi no matter what. Protectia noastra naturala contra presiunii sociale.
Povestea mamei : pâna la urma, fericirea în cuplu e un mit si uzura duce la ruptura. Darling, if I came in with my knickers on my head he wouldn't notice. I spent thirty-five years cleaning his house, washing his clothes, bringing up his children. To be honest, having children isn't all it's cracked up to be. Given my chance again, I'm not sure I'd have any. And now it's the winter of my life and I haven't actually got anything of my own. I've got no power, no real career, no sex life. I've got no life at all. I'm like the grasshopper who sang all summer. I'm not having it. Si daca, in fine, povestile cu Feti Frumosi si Ilene Cosânzene n-ar fi decât baliverne ? Daca, dupa ani de zile de relatie, îti dai seama ca nu merita, ca te-ai perimat încercând sa aranjezi lucrurile, sa faci totul cum ai învatat ca se face, sa dai ceea ce se asteapta de la tine (menaj, copii) ? Daca-ti iei câmpii în momentu' asta, a cui va fi vina ? A ta, ca ai esuat sa-ti transformi visele în realitate, sau a societatii, ca ti-a insuflat vise nerealiste ?
Si totusi, barbatul ideal : sunt doi. Tata & Marc Darcy. Tata, pentru ca o primeste înapoi pe mama, chiar daca l-a parasit si înselat (I just don't work without you). Si Marc Darcy (din Pride & Prejudice obviously), pentru cea mai tare declaratie de dragoste ever : I like you very much - just as you are. (Not thinner. Not cleverer. Not with slightly bigger breasts and a slightly smaller nose.)
În concluzie : un film care ni se potriveste tuturor, o mare doza de umor si optimism (dragostea învinge totul), de savurat cu un martini alb cu gheata si lamâie si multe prietene !
P.S. In curând pe ecrane : A single man, cu Coln Firth, a must see !
///
Il y a quelques semaines, un soir, home alone. Luckily, mon chéri m’a offert ante Noël un coffret de DVDs d’amour, parmi lesquels Love Actually et, my favorite, Bridget Jones’ Diary. Je ne vais pas vous raconter le film (it’s already a legend, really), mais je vais vous expliquer, point par point, pourquoi il me / nous va tellement bien (non curieux de l’âme féminine, abstenez-vous de cette lecture svp ; Cata – toi t’as le droit :) )
Première scène : le nouvel an en famille. Le premier personnage présenté est la MÈRE … a strange creature from the time when pickles on toothpicks were still the height of sophistication, qui, chaque année, tries to fix me up with some bushy-haired, middle-aged bore. Bienvenus dans notre société bien définie, dans laquelle tout le monde doit se coupler (lire s’accoupler), se marier, faire beaucoup d’enfants. Voici les premiers signes de la pression sociale que ressentent, invariablement, toutes les femmes célibataires (parce que les hommes célibataires sont une autre race – dans notre société super sexiste, ces messieurs sont des excentriques don juans alors que ces dames sont des mal-baisées aigries). On passe en suite aux amis des parents, porte-parole de la mentalité générale : Still no fellow, then, eh? You career girls. Can't put it off forever. Tick-tock, tick-tock. Mais, finalement, un peu de tranquillité dans ce territoire adverse : PAPA, le seul qui nous comprend, ne nous brusque pas et souffre à nos cotés, parce que lui aussi (le pauvre) est soumis à maman, à ses folies et ses jugements de valeur. Qui n’a jamais vécu de telles petites humiliations dans le cadre amicalo-familial de ces femmes qui nous lavent le cerveau avec les couches ? Qui n’a entendu au moins une fois un proche dire que si on ne se mariait pas avant ses 25 ans, on aurait de fortes chances à ne jamais se marier ? Qui n’a jamais dit / pensé un « ah, la pauvre » par rapport à une femme de 40 ans non mariée ?
Deuxième scène : Bridget seule chez elle entourée de plein d’alcool. Pourquoi a-t-on peur de la solitude ? I suddenly realized that unless something changed soon I was going to live a life where my major relationship was with a bottle of wine and I'd finally die fat and alone and be found three weeks later, half-eaten by wild dogs. En suivant ce raisonnement, une femme célibataire ne peut être que : alcoolique, grosse et extrêmement seule. Ergo, non désirable, addictive et morose. Le célibat ne peut être, dans ces conditions, qu’une conséquence directe d’un caractère de merde. Qui voudrait sortir avec une telle fille ?
La scène qui tue : The only thing worse than a smug married couple - Iots of smug married couples. Des mariés pudibondes & souriants, pleins de leur propres succès & félicité de carte postale. You really ought to hurry up and get sprugged up, you know, old girl ? Time's a-running out. Tick-tock. Offices full of single girls in their thirties, fine physical specimens, but they just can't seem to hold down a chap. Ouais, la pression sociale ne vient pas uniquement de nos parents ; la cruauté est intergénérationnelle.
Et pourtant, dans cet océan de méchanceté et de petitesses : Emergency summit with urban family for coherent discussion of career crisis. Cette "urban family" sont les meilleurs amis : Shazzer - journalist, likes to say "fuck" a lot (vous avez deviné, c’est avec elle que je m’identifie le plus), Jude - head of investment at Brightlings Bank, who spends most of her time trapped in the lady's toilet, crying over fuck wit boyfriend (l’archétype de la femme d’affaires super dure au travail pour compenser une vie personnelle pleine de soumission), et Tom - Eighties pop icon who only wrote one hit record then retired because he found that one record was quite enough to get him laid for the whole of the Nineties (le gay du gang). Les seules personnes qui NE nous jugent PAS et qui sont à nos cotés no matter what. Notre protection naturelle contre la pression sociale.
L’histoire de la mère : finalement, la félicité en couple est un mythe et l’usure mène à la rupture. Darling, if I came in with my knickers on my head he wouldn't notice. I spent thirty-five years cleaning his house, washing his clothes, bringing up his children. To be honest, having children isn't all it's cracked up to be. Given my chance again, I'm not sure I'd have any. And now it's the winter of my life and I haven't actually got anything of my own. I've got no power, no real career, no sex life. I've got no life at all. I'm like the grasshopper who sang all summer. I'm not having it. Et si, finalement, les histoires aux Princes Charmants et Belles au Bois Dormants n’étaient que des conneries ? Si, après des années de relation amoureuse, on se rendait compte que ça ne valait pas la peine, qu’on s’était périmée en essayant d’arranger les choses, de faire tout comme on avait appris qu’il fallait faire, de donner ce qu’on attendait de nous (ménage, enfants) ? Si on devenait folle à ce moment-là, qui en serait le coupable ? La femme qui a échoué à transformer ses rêves en réalité ? Ou la société, qui lui a transmis des rêves irréalistes ?
Et pourtant, l’homme idéal : sont deux. Papa & Marc Darcy. Papa, parce qu’il pardonne maman, même si elle l’a quitté et trompé (I just don't work without you). Et Marc Darcy (de Pride & Prejudice obviously), pour la meilleure déclaration d’amour ever : I like you very much - just as you are. (Not thinner. Not cleverer. Not with slightly bigger breasts and a slightly smaller nose.)
En conclusion : un film qui nous va à nous toutes, une grande dose d’humour et d’optimisme (l’amour triomphe sur tout), à savourer avec un martini blanc aux glaçons et au citron et plein de copines !
P.S. Bientôt au cinéma : A single man, avec Coln Firth, a must see !
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