quarta-feira, 3 de fevereiro de 2010

« I'm the master of my fate; I'm the captain of my soul »


There is something about some movies that just keeps me looking at the screen with the will of knowing and finding everything I can about every pictured moment. Those movies with an emotional bagage and plot beyond the average and merely entertainement. Invictus is one of those.
I had some high expectations, not because of the well known director or actors, but mostly because of the strong story, that deserves a strong movie. Something bellow this would have ruined it.

Nelson Mandela is Nelson Mandela; no need to introduce the man, the fighter, the politician, the personality. But what I thought it was more curious is the fact that even Mandela used sports as a way to unite his country. And what a wise made he was (and is).
It was wise because no one can be indifferent to the fact that his country is so well represented internacionally n a beloved sport, no matter if the players are black or white, and Mandela used rugby as a way to avoid black people to behave just as the ones they were fighting against.
Because that is what it was going to happen, just look at the decision of ending with the team and give it another name. However, we can't forget the wound in the hearts of one people that suffered for so many years in the hands of the ones whio now were their fellow compatriots.

One of the most impressive scene was when the Springbrook team visits the prision where Mandela was a prisioner for 30 years, and François Pineaar closes the door of his cell. Pineaar says latter that he thinks about how can a man be in jail for 30 years, in such tiny place, working as a slave, and still be able to forgive the ones who put him there.


This is a lesson of life and for life.

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