<?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-7484115566881351728</id><updated>2011-08-30T05:54:51.204-07:00</updated><category term='o'/><title type='text'>A Favor do Eurípides</title><subtitle type='html'>Teatro! Por isso a favor de um dos mestres.
Continuidade, horizonte desvairado e petulância pra viver. A isto deve-se ao caminhar. O que temos na agenda, o que há de se ver, e principalmente o que há de se errar para se acertar.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://euripidesafavor.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484115566881351728/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://euripidesafavor.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484115566881351728/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Bocão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08731523472838283082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1vJuv0_J_1c/SbaI85dTC6I/AAAAAAAAAqY/odZwUCnTZg4/S220/VA8O0320.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>367</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7484115566881351728.post-1218246249260400871</id><published>2011-08-03T20:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-03T20:33:30.284-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Igual a você</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kz6YoY3x3ww/TjoOkrpCEoI/AAAAAAAACNA/of_OPI1_Ccs/s1600/igualavoce-teatro-interna.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 153px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636833906960503426" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kz6YoY3x3ww/TjoOkrpCEoI/AAAAAAAACNA/of_OPI1_Ccs/s400/igualavoce-teatro-interna.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; Igual a Você é uma comédia idealizada pela produtora Beta Leporage sobre nossas doenças cotidianas. A peça pode ser considerada um subproduto, ou uma gestald a ser concluída a título de honra. Há dez anos, Beta encomendou de inúmeros autores esquetes que falassem sobre nossos medos, anseios e distrações da vida moderna. Nossos vícios, psicopatias e mágoas. O nome da peça era "Síndromes - Loucos como Nós". Porém, por um golpe do destino, após um ensaio mal sucedido e a mando da amiga Zezé Polessa - que estava no elenco - Miguel Falabella pediu uma semana e escreveu a toque de caixa, com Maria Carmem Barbosa, a comédia que ficou 2 anos em cartaz entre São Paulo, Rio de Janeiro e viagens. Autores demitidos, direção demitida... Uma mudança completa a pouco tempo da estreia. Assim é o teatro. Na época, quando questionado sobre o destempero da situação, Falabella foi claro: "Só não queria ver a minha amiga perder o apartamento". Seria tão ruim assim a primeira versão da peça, Miguel?! Bem, algum tempo depois, Beta surge com este singelo Igual a Você, que mantêm em seu DNA a premissa original. Simples, direto e muito divertido, o espetáculo apresenta o que há de mais cativante na comédia carioca: seu deboche e atores de ginga popular. Camila Morgado, afeita a papéis dramáticos no cinema e na TV já havia provado que sabia fazer rir em recente montagem de "Doce Deleite". Anderson Muller é um ator coringa, apto a desenvolver tudo o que lhe oferecerem com muita competência. Já Carmem Frenzel é a grande surpresa da noite. Em substituição a excelente Bia Nunes, Carmem demonstra impagável timing cômico, difícil mesmo de encontrar por aí, principalmente quando em cena como uma diva de ópera, que ao lado da amiga neurótica, não consegue encontrar lugar para sentar sem que haja uma corrente de ar. A comédia é um apanhado. Pra divertir mesmo. Sem grandes momentos, mas com grandes interpretações e texto eficiente. O público parecia rir muito. Porém, no final, fui eu o único a levantar para aplaudí-los. Povo estranho...&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/7484115566881351728-1218246249260400871?l=euripidesafavor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://euripidesafavor.blogspot.com/feeds/1218246249260400871/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7484115566881351728&amp;postID=1218246249260400871' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484115566881351728/posts/default/1218246249260400871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484115566881351728/posts/default/1218246249260400871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://euripidesafavor.blogspot.com/2011/08/igual-voce.html' title='Igual a você'/><author><name>Bocão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08731523472838283082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1vJuv0_J_1c/SbaI85dTC6I/AAAAAAAAAqY/odZwUCnTZg4/S220/VA8O0320.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kz6YoY3x3ww/TjoOkrpCEoI/AAAAAAAACNA/of_OPI1_Ccs/s72-c/igualavoce-teatro-interna.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7484115566881351728.post-2960379020923982032</id><published>2011-08-03T20:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-03T20:13:40.221-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Lnaey1oIIJk/TjoN1pLhPuI/AAAAAAAACM4/YYtAXr5V2qM/s1600/13_robert_polidori.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 309px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636833098845994722" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Lnaey1oIIJk/TjoN1pLhPuI/AAAAAAAACM4/YYtAXr5V2qM/s400/13_robert_polidori.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Residência às traças de senhora cubana, em Havana. Foto de Robert Polidori.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7484115566881351728-2960379020923982032?l=euripidesafavor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://euripidesafavor.blogspot.com/feeds/2960379020923982032/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7484115566881351728&amp;postID=2960379020923982032' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484115566881351728/posts/default/2960379020923982032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484115566881351728/posts/default/2960379020923982032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://euripidesafavor.blogspot.com/2011/08/residencia-as-tracas-de-senhora-cubana.html' title=''/><author><name>Bocão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08731523472838283082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1vJuv0_J_1c/SbaI85dTC6I/AAAAAAAAAqY/odZwUCnTZg4/S220/VA8O0320.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Lnaey1oIIJk/TjoN1pLhPuI/AAAAAAAACM4/YYtAXr5V2qM/s72-c/13_robert_polidori.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7484115566881351728.post-5033393524928878053</id><published>2011-08-03T19:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-03T20:10:40.717-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Denise Stoklos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qX6zRgn9kBE/TjoFHMrYABI/AAAAAAAACMw/0VpUR3O3fcM/s1600/mary%2Bstuart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 230px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 175px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636823504827973650" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qX6zRgn9kBE/TjoFHMrYABI/AAAAAAAACMw/0VpUR3O3fcM/s400/mary%2Bstuart.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hoje lembrei de Denise Stoklos. Estava no carro batendo um texto de um monólogo escrito há quatro mãos durante quase 4 anos e fiquei impressionado o quanto esta mulher foi importante para minha educação teatral. Tinha pouco mais de 10 anos quando a vi fazendo caretas e distribuindo sua mímica por entre alguma plateia de TV. Fiquei maravilhado. Quem era essa figura estranha que me chocava? 15 anos depois tive o privilégio de conhecê-la durante a comemoração dos 40 anos de carreira da atriz, numa compilação de seus trabalhos mais notáveis: Mary Stuart, Vozes Dissonantes, Calendário de Pedra e Louise Bourgeois. Estava em processo de escrita quando Mary Stuart explodiu na minha frente, me fazendo rever tudo o que achava que sabia sobre comédia, monólogos, teatro. A atriz interpretava a clássica história de Mary Stuart sob viéis cômico, popular, escrachado e por isso, encantador. Rainha Elizabeth virava um monstro imbecil enquanto Mary Stuart agonizava na cadeia por querer discutir o teatro e sua função. Eram cativantes as quebras de decoro: " - Como é difícil fazer teatro moderno!" - entrava a atriz que se desdobrava em inúmeros personagens. Denise me fez rever a trajetória da dramaturgia poética, do texto jogado fora, das mensagens potentes em meio a explosões de gargalhadas e o deboche do teatro impostado. Teatro não deve ser impostado. Não deve estar distante de seu público, isso é coisa de "mantenedor de arte", não de artista/público. Somente Dario Fo e sua Franca Rame haviam me emocionado tanto com sua dramaturgia. Devo a Denise e a estes poucos a criação finalmente terminada. O texto do monólogo, batido em pleno engarrafamento, já tem vida própria. Tem ritmo e ação. E modéstia a parte, é muito bem escrito.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7484115566881351728-5033393524928878053?l=euripidesafavor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://euripidesafavor.blogspot.com/feeds/5033393524928878053/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7484115566881351728&amp;postID=5033393524928878053' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484115566881351728/posts/default/5033393524928878053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484115566881351728/posts/default/5033393524928878053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://euripidesafavor.blogspot.com/2011/08/denise-stoklos.html' title='Denise Stoklos'/><author><name>Bocão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08731523472838283082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1vJuv0_J_1c/SbaI85dTC6I/AAAAAAAAAqY/odZwUCnTZg4/S220/VA8O0320.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qX6zRgn9kBE/TjoFHMrYABI/AAAAAAAACMw/0VpUR3O3fcM/s72-c/mary%2Bstuart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7484115566881351728.post-8394135910622071892</id><published>2011-08-01T18:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-01T18:15:26.237-07:00</updated><title type='text'>tá foda</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HFYycBMfsKY/TjdODwjN36I/AAAAAAAACMo/MQ-PR9yzrVY/s1600/sem%2Bcoragem.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636059285156650914" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HFYycBMfsKY/TjdODwjN36I/AAAAAAAACMo/MQ-PR9yzrVY/s400/sem%2Bcoragem.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;sem coragem de mudar o mundo. um artista cagão. entregue a vida da burguesia, apegado a família aristocrática, sem coragem de invadir o próprio mundo e rasgá-lo. A necessidade imperativa de irrompê-lo esbarra na limitação psico-social a qual ele está entregue. A limitação que só era rompida ao entregar-se de rosto e alma ao sexo de sua amante doidivana que teve coragem, parece sugir cada vez mais como um muro instransponível de lugar, era, ou planeta. o homem mais fraco é aquele com inveja de sua mulher. ele chupa o seu sexo com uma necessidade atávica de sugar o que não é dele na carne e em vida. ninguém suporta um fraco, diria esta mulher, antes de virar-lhe as costas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;dominado, entregue, sem personalidade clara. um homem de dar pena. sem dignidade, sem via onde expor o que mais sente. "coitado". "coitado", diz o passante na rua, observando o corpo semi adomercido entregue ao asfalto quente.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7484115566881351728-8394135910622071892?l=euripidesafavor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://euripidesafavor.blogspot.com/feeds/8394135910622071892/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7484115566881351728&amp;postID=8394135910622071892' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484115566881351728/posts/default/8394135910622071892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484115566881351728/posts/default/8394135910622071892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://euripidesafavor.blogspot.com/2011/08/ta-foda.html' title='tá foda'/><author><name>Bocão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08731523472838283082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1vJuv0_J_1c/SbaI85dTC6I/AAAAAAAAAqY/odZwUCnTZg4/S220/VA8O0320.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HFYycBMfsKY/TjdODwjN36I/AAAAAAAACMo/MQ-PR9yzrVY/s72-c/sem%2Bcoragem.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7484115566881351728.post-4159260341764519554</id><published>2011-05-30T12:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-30T12:52:46.027-07:00</updated><title type='text'>De Ibsen</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tCZPwv96OzE/TeP1O01mihI/AAAAAAAACMc/UZ3bW9RcBlU/s1600/Os%2BEspectros.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612599195684211218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tCZPwv96OzE/TeP1O01mihI/AAAAAAAACMc/UZ3bW9RcBlU/s400/Os%2BEspectros.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Acima, impressionante foto da atriz Clara Carvalho para o espetáculo "Espectros", de Henrik Ibsen e adaptação de Ingmar Bergman. Em cartaz no Sesc Consolação, em São Paulo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/7484115566881351728-4159260341764519554?l=euripidesafavor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://euripidesafavor.blogspot.com/feeds/4159260341764519554/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7484115566881351728&amp;postID=4159260341764519554' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484115566881351728/posts/default/4159260341764519554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484115566881351728/posts/default/4159260341764519554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://euripidesafavor.blogspot.com/2011/05/de-ibsen.html' title='De Ibsen'/><author><name>Bocão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08731523472838283082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1vJuv0_J_1c/SbaI85dTC6I/AAAAAAAAAqY/odZwUCnTZg4/S220/VA8O0320.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tCZPwv96OzE/TeP1O01mihI/AAAAAAAACMc/UZ3bW9RcBlU/s72-c/Os%2BEspectros.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7484115566881351728.post-8206046093702148497</id><published>2011-05-27T20:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-05T20:29:02.707-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Um ator maldito ou Um maldito ator</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WtTmT6VSjyw/TeBo2FedqkI/AAAAAAAACMM/37CyQVBq-BM/s1600/the-beaver-uk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 273px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611600414095813186" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WtTmT6VSjyw/TeBo2FedqkI/AAAAAAAACMM/37CyQVBq-BM/s400/the-beaver-uk.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Beaver, ou Um Novo Despertar. Mel Gibson, o maldito, vive Walter Black. Jodie Foster, a generosa, vive Meredith, mulher de Black, e dirige como ninguém este drama cômico acerca de um homem irremediavelmente deprimido. Ele já tentou de tudo. Terapia, tambores, holística... Nada! E numa derradeira tentativa de suicídio, é salvo por ele próprio. Ou melhor, por um castor de pelúcia. Um fantoche, que por acaso estava em suas mãos no ato do "crime". O castor, através do personagem de Mel e num inglês de sotaque escocês, diz que veio para salvá-lo. Walter passa a ser amparado por este alter-ego, pedindo aos demais que não mais se dirijam a ele, mas sim ao castor. Sua vida dá uma guinada. Sua empresa, anteriormente à beira da falência, ressurge. O relacionamento com o filho mais novo progride e seu casamento vira um mar de rosas. Seria tudo perfeito, caso o incômodo e indiscreto fantoche não permanecesse na mão do personagem durante todo o momento: No banho, no trabalho, durante o sexo com sua mulher... Não tarda para que este intruso incomode a todos e a busca por uma solução seja proposta por Meredith. E este é o momento em que Walter, acreditando piamente na vida do fantoche, vocifera contra. Com o castor dono do pedaço, só resta a Walter lutar com ele (ou ele mesmo), dando ao público um clímax incomum. É como um Brecht de pelúcia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7484115566881351728-8206046093702148497?l=euripidesafavor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://euripidesafavor.blogspot.com/feeds/8206046093702148497/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7484115566881351728&amp;postID=8206046093702148497' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484115566881351728/posts/default/8206046093702148497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484115566881351728/posts/default/8206046093702148497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://euripidesafavor.blogspot.com/2011/05/um-ator-maldito-ou-um-maldito-ator.html' title='Um ator maldito ou Um maldito ator'/><author><name>Bocão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08731523472838283082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1vJuv0_J_1c/SbaI85dTC6I/AAAAAAAAAqY/odZwUCnTZg4/S220/VA8O0320.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WtTmT6VSjyw/TeBo2FedqkI/AAAAAAAACMM/37CyQVBq-BM/s72-c/the-beaver-uk.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7484115566881351728.post-8189673789756025459</id><published>2011-05-21T08:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-21T10:52:48.275-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Um Homem Sem Saber</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vBM2npz-Qks/Tdfew4hh7hI/AAAAAAAACME/rtnw34HpUc4/s1600/Foto_em_Restaurante.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609196792301350418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vBM2npz-Qks/Tdfew4hh7hI/AAAAAAAACME/rtnw34HpUc4/s400/Foto_em_Restaurante.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Um Homem Sem Saber faz loucuras.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Um Homem Sem Saber acorda no meio da noite sem saber bem o por quê.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Um Homem Sem Saber volta a sonhar e espera um horário mais adequado para o despertar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Um Homem Sem Saber acorda e não sabe quando levantar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;O estômago ronca deste dito que não sabe de nada, mesmo assim permanece estirado lá.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Porém, como se soubesse de algo além disso caminha até a cozinha onde prepara sabe-se lá deus o quê com couve e maçã.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A couve, disseram ao homem que não sabe de nada, é muito bom pra acalmar as vísceras.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ele, que desconhece as próprias vísceras, bebe sem muito gosto e ativa o botão de suas atividades diárias, pois o homem sem saber tem sim atividades do dia-a-dia, que foram programadas já há alguns anos por seus inventores, Doutores Honoris Causa em também não saber o que fazer da vida a partir de determinado ponto.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;O Homem Sem Saber toma Olcadil, estimulante farmacêutico do bem estar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;O Homem Sem Saber mal sabe que este é o medicinal ingerido por senhoras viúvas abaladas por recentes perdas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;O Homem Sem Saber se tornou uma senhora viúva. Isto, sem saber! É claro.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Porém, O Homem Sem Saber tinha um plano.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ele lembra que tinha um plano. Megalomaníaco e alucinado!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Inquieto, mas hoje amotinado.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;O Homem Sem Saber esqueceu do seu próprio plano e quer saber o por quê!&lt;br /&gt;Meu Deus, o Homem Sem Saber quer saber!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;" - Não, impossível! Não pode!"&lt;br /&gt;Isso desestruturaria toda a cadeia do livre pensar daqueles que não são o Homem Sem Saber&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;O Homem Sem Saber tem que continuar ouvindo o que sempre ouvia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Conversando com quem sempre conversou&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Vivendo o que sempre viveu, mas nunca experimentou&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;" - Não, ao Homem Sem Saber não podemos dar este direito!" - grita a doida que também acha que sabe!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mas o Homem Sem Saber, no meio da tarde, sem saber muito bem o porque, começa a correr. E corre. E corre, e corre, corre! Passa por todos, pula alambrados, placas de trânsito, pratica Le Parkour em plena avenida, coisa que ele aprendeu quando AINDA sabia!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As mulheres que sabem de algo começam a notá-lo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Os homens que sabem que sabem passam a inserí-lo no grupo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Opa, vem cá, vem cá,vem cá!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E de repente o Homem Sem Saber pára.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ele pára.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pára porque já parou antes e parar para um homem que não sabe que sabe faz parte da trajetória de não saber até saber.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Aliás, o tal homem sem saber já está começando a saber de uma coisa e outra... Convenhamos! Mas é bom não jogar na cara, o povo não gosta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E assim, após se deter, reflete. Retorna. Observa aqueles que os observam... Alguns mais atônitos que outros. E caminha. Na direção oposta. Até nunca mais chegar em casa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Quem diria.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hoje é um dia sem Olcadil para este homem sem saber.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7484115566881351728-8189673789756025459?l=euripidesafavor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://euripidesafavor.blogspot.com/feeds/8189673789756025459/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7484115566881351728&amp;postID=8189673789756025459' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484115566881351728/posts/default/8189673789756025459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484115566881351728/posts/default/8189673789756025459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://euripidesafavor.blogspot.com/2011/05/um-homem-sem-saber.html' title='Um Homem Sem Saber'/><author><name>Bocão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08731523472838283082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1vJuv0_J_1c/SbaI85dTC6I/AAAAAAAAAqY/odZwUCnTZg4/S220/VA8O0320.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vBM2npz-Qks/Tdfew4hh7hI/AAAAAAAACME/rtnw34HpUc4/s72-c/Foto_em_Restaurante.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7484115566881351728.post-5308518382550977696</id><published>2011-05-21T08:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-21T10:52:13.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Com a palavra, o passar dos anos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cjKKyEzclgc/TdfWInKcu1I/AAAAAAAACL8/YcwfvwaMpIg/s1600/orbs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609187304353348434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cjKKyEzclgc/TdfWInKcu1I/AAAAAAAACL8/YcwfvwaMpIg/s400/orbs.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;O &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;passar dos anos me incomoda, nunca neguei isso. Quando criança, via o mesmo filme repetidas vezes na tentativa de recriar o momento, sob influência desta melâncolia que não aceita o passar das horas. Manter sonhos em cárceres privados também podem fazer parte desta nostalgia excessiva que tem medo do futuro. Gosto das coisas planejadas, do horário cumprido, da manutenção que envolve o dia. Porém, da mesma forma que gosto dos astrônomos, jamais conseguiria ser um deles. Fico lá, observando-os a distância. Mas sobre isso quero falar mais: Estaria o inconsciente coletivo adiando qualquer mudança de comportamento por total falta de segurança naquilo em que muitos creditam apenas como "sonho"? Dentro de nós a voz diz: Não é sonho, mané! É realidade, está acontecendo!" E o idiota da aldeia, responde - ou seja, todos nós - "Não, não é possível! Não quero! Afaste-se, é o demônio!". (Porque tem que ter o demônio). Ontem fui ao cinema e cativado pelos franceses de Como Arrasar um Coração, percebi que o passar dos anos é bom. O passar dos anos revela quem realmente somos, nos desfaz de inseguranças e nos torna mais flexíveis. Isto, claro, se você não for o idiota da aldeia.&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/7484115566881351728-5308518382550977696?l=euripidesafavor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://euripidesafavor.blogspot.com/feeds/5308518382550977696/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7484115566881351728&amp;postID=5308518382550977696' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484115566881351728/posts/default/5308518382550977696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484115566881351728/posts/default/5308518382550977696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://euripidesafavor.blogspot.com/2011/05/com-palavra-o-passar-dos-anos.html' title='Com a palavra, o passar dos anos'/><author><name>Bocão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08731523472838283082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1vJuv0_J_1c/SbaI85dTC6I/AAAAAAAAAqY/odZwUCnTZg4/S220/VA8O0320.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cjKKyEzclgc/TdfWInKcu1I/AAAAAAAACL8/YcwfvwaMpIg/s72-c/orbs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7484115566881351728.post-8531424192966218661</id><published>2011-05-21T07:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-21T07:49:42.585-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Robin Williams é Tigre de Bengala</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jtaFKqp771Q/TdfOUEC2yXI/AAAAAAAACL0/PzSCQKX_cp4/s1600/bengal%2Btiger.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609178704991668594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 281px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jtaFKqp771Q/TdfOUEC2yXI/AAAAAAAACL0/PzSCQKX_cp4/s400/bengal%2Btiger.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não, não é nenhum stand up comedy, muito menos um teatro infantil safado de periferia, é Robin Williams interpretando um tigre no drama Bengal Tiger at the Baghdad Zoo, de Rajiv Joseph. Sem qualquer recurso cênico ou de maquiagem, Robin Williams age como o principal interlocutor entre palco e plateia entre seus coadjuvantes ao observar as tropas do exército americano entrarem no Iraque. O detalhe mais curioso desta encenação é de que tudo acontece sob o prisma do tigre, que mesmo após ser abatido nos minutos iniciais da peça, age como narrador. Tão estupefato quanto qualquer ser humano com os horrores da guerra. Em cartaz na Broadway desde Março.&lt;/strong&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/7484115566881351728-8531424192966218661?l=euripidesafavor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://euripidesafavor.blogspot.com/feeds/8531424192966218661/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7484115566881351728&amp;postID=8531424192966218661' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484115566881351728/posts/default/8531424192966218661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484115566881351728/posts/default/8531424192966218661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://euripidesafavor.blogspot.com/2011/05/robin-williams-e-tigre-de-bengala.html' title='Robin Williams é Tigre de Bengala'/><author><name>Bocão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08731523472838283082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1vJuv0_J_1c/SbaI85dTC6I/AAAAAAAAAqY/odZwUCnTZg4/S220/VA8O0320.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jtaFKqp771Q/TdfOUEC2yXI/AAAAAAAACL0/PzSCQKX_cp4/s72-c/bengal%2Btiger.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7484115566881351728.post-4553051983883408458</id><published>2011-05-19T20:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-19T20:41:27.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Os Agentes do Destino</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bYh0EJnZxDw/TdXc44JL_TI/AAAAAAAACLs/PRScQ-iSyEc/s1600/Adjustment%2BBureau1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608631780661525810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bYh0EJnZxDw/TdXc44JL_TI/AAAAAAAACLs/PRScQ-iSyEc/s400/Adjustment%2BBureau1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Eu devo estar com alguns neurônios a menos após a infusão do ayahuasca, de doses cavalares de uísque paraguaio e morféticos virares noturnos que me conferiram uma boa dose de reabilitação nesses difíceis, porém bons anos. Me sinto Charlie Sheen. Mas falo aqui de Os Agentes do Destino, filme que acabo de assistir com imenso sorriso nos lábios. Ah, um filme sobre o comando do nosso universo, sobre mocinhos e bandidos e uma mocinha, que ao correr, sentimos na plateia o sacudir de seus seios. Tudo cronometrado para o nosso deleite. No filme, Matt Damon e Emily Blunt formam o casal perfeito que o destino insiste em separar. Mas que destino horroroso! Por quê, se formam um casal tão fotogênico?! O destino, no caso, são homens bem alinhados de chapéus transados, como os da série da HBO, Mad Men. Nos informam desde o princípio de que cumprem as ordens de um plano superior, o qual não revelam para que assim o departamento de marketing do estúdio FOX consiga atingir todas as classes demográficas da religião. Nos revelam que não somos aptos para o livre-arbítrio e citam, na voz de Terence Stamp - o homem Teorema - os horrores da humanidade quando dado a ela a oportunidade de decidirem por si própria. Um desastre! E é neste momento que David Matt Damon Norris descobre: Caso continue ao lado da mulher de seus sonhos, ele não só estará destruindo o seu sonho de um dia se tornar o presidente dos Estados Unidos, como também impedirá de que Emily Elise Blunt de se tornar a maior bailarina do mundo. Sonhos e carreiras que se destroçariam caso Damon permita que o fogo da paixão prevaleça. Um gancho e tanto para um filme que nos apresenta em tom de história em quadrinhos, de que sonhos e amores quase sempre caminham em direções opostas. Isto, claro, se você ainda não é um Matt Damon de chapéu ou uma Emily Blunt com um carisma que valha a pena tanta correria.&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/7484115566881351728-4553051983883408458?l=euripidesafavor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://euripidesafavor.blogspot.com/feeds/4553051983883408458/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7484115566881351728&amp;postID=4553051983883408458' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484115566881351728/posts/default/4553051983883408458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484115566881351728/posts/default/4553051983883408458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://euripidesafavor.blogspot.com/2011/05/os-agentes-do-destino.html' title='Os Agentes do Destino'/><author><name>Bocão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08731523472838283082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1vJuv0_J_1c/SbaI85dTC6I/AAAAAAAAAqY/odZwUCnTZg4/S220/VA8O0320.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bYh0EJnZxDw/TdXc44JL_TI/AAAAAAAACLs/PRScQ-iSyEc/s72-c/Adjustment%2BBureau1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7484115566881351728.post-1874671685336150372</id><published>2011-05-19T15:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-19T15:40:00.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cozinhas e Dependências &amp; Um dia como os Outros</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VI8iyWtj5wk/TdWbyPp_13I/AAAAAAAACLk/Znb8PJ4CgTk/s1600/Cozinha%2Be%2BDependencias%2Be%2BUm%2Bdia%2Bcomo%2BOs%2BOutros.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608560198458267506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 318px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VI8iyWtj5wk/TdWbyPp_13I/AAAAAAAACLk/Znb8PJ4CgTk/s400/Cozinha%2Be%2BDependencias%2Be%2BUm%2Bdia%2Bcomo%2BOs%2BOutros.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Dois simples, porém eficazes textos dos autores franceses Agnès Jaoui e Jean Pierre Bacri.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Já levados às telas pelos próprios autores, os textos são uma amostra da incrível capacidade de empatia do teatro francês com o resto do mundo. CLIQUE PARA LER A MATÉRIA COMPLETO DE O GLOBO.&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/7484115566881351728-1874671685336150372?l=euripidesafavor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://euripidesafavor.blogspot.com/feeds/1874671685336150372/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7484115566881351728&amp;postID=1874671685336150372' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484115566881351728/posts/default/1874671685336150372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484115566881351728/posts/default/1874671685336150372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://euripidesafavor.blogspot.com/2011/05/cozinhas-e-dependencias-um-dia-como-os.html' title='Cozinhas e Dependências &amp; Um dia como os Outros'/><author><name>Bocão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08731523472838283082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1vJuv0_J_1c/SbaI85dTC6I/AAAAAAAAAqY/odZwUCnTZg4/S220/VA8O0320.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VI8iyWtj5wk/TdWbyPp_13I/AAAAAAAACLk/Znb8PJ4CgTk/s72-c/Cozinha%2Be%2BDependencias%2Be%2BUm%2Bdia%2Bcomo%2BOs%2BOutros.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7484115566881351728.post-523828505619481164</id><published>2011-05-19T15:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-19T15:19:40.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FOTO CLÁSSICA DA SEMANA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E1bAEUiqCZM/TdWXQn0WBaI/AAAAAAAACLc/iuWX2z2kXwk/s1600/hedwig%2Boff.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608555222782051746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 242px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E1bAEUiqCZM/TdWXQn0WBaI/AAAAAAAACLc/iuWX2z2kXwk/s400/hedwig%2Boff.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;O diretor do filme Rabbit Hole, John Cameron Mitchel em HEDWIG and THE ANGRY INCH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;NY - 1996.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/7484115566881351728-523828505619481164?l=euripidesafavor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://euripidesafavor.blogspot.com/feeds/523828505619481164/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7484115566881351728&amp;postID=523828505619481164' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484115566881351728/posts/default/523828505619481164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484115566881351728/posts/default/523828505619481164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://euripidesafavor.blogspot.com/2011/05/foto-classica-da-semana.html' title='FOTO CLÁSSICA DA SEMANA'/><author><name>Bocão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08731523472838283082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1vJuv0_J_1c/SbaI85dTC6I/AAAAAAAAAqY/odZwUCnTZg4/S220/VA8O0320.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E1bAEUiqCZM/TdWXQn0WBaI/AAAAAAAACLc/iuWX2z2kXwk/s72-c/hedwig%2Boff.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7484115566881351728.post-2922398769783436351</id><published>2011-05-19T15:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-19T15:17:31.815-07:00</updated><title type='text'>On Broadway</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zmjwWOQyiMc/TdWWxrd4EPI/AAAAAAAACLU/LJAQWwhXN2I/s1600/Good%2BPeople.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608554691185610994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 126px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zmjwWOQyiMc/TdWWxrd4EPI/AAAAAAAACLU/LJAQWwhXN2I/s400/Good%2BPeople.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Frances Macdormand e Tate Donavan na nova peça de David Lindsay-Abaire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;GOOD PEOPLE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Ny, NY&lt;/span&gt;&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/7484115566881351728-2922398769783436351?l=euripidesafavor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://euripidesafavor.blogspot.com/feeds/2922398769783436351/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7484115566881351728&amp;postID=2922398769783436351' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484115566881351728/posts/default/2922398769783436351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484115566881351728/posts/default/2922398769783436351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://euripidesafavor.blogspot.com/2011/05/on-broadway.html' title='On Broadway'/><author><name>Bocão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08731523472838283082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1vJuv0_J_1c/SbaI85dTC6I/AAAAAAAAAqY/odZwUCnTZg4/S220/VA8O0320.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zmjwWOQyiMc/TdWWxrd4EPI/AAAAAAAACLU/LJAQWwhXN2I/s72-c/Good%2BPeople.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7484115566881351728.post-995974787101011635</id><published>2011-05-19T15:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-19T15:15:37.494-07:00</updated><title type='text'>De Musical a Peça</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eQMI4XCWRhg/TdWVm-lqneI/AAAAAAAACLM/bw6Ljk0Gw_A/s1600/1316.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608553407828368866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 255px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eQMI4XCWRhg/TdWVm-lqneI/AAAAAAAACLM/bw6Ljk0Gw_A/s400/1316.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Miguel Falabella e o produtor Sandro Chaim inverteram o processo: Abandonaram o musical de sucesso, um dos mais caros e bem sucedidos dos últimos anos e investiram no clássico e simpático texto original do francês Jean Poiret. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Musical La Cage Aux Folles sai de cena para dar lugar a comédia A Gaiola das Loucas. N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;este fim de semana, em Pernambuco.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7484115566881351728-995974787101011635?l=euripidesafavor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://euripidesafavor.blogspot.com/feeds/995974787101011635/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7484115566881351728&amp;postID=995974787101011635' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484115566881351728/posts/default/995974787101011635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484115566881351728/posts/default/995974787101011635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://euripidesafavor.blogspot.com/2011/05/de-musical-peca.html' title='De Musical a Peça'/><author><name>Bocão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08731523472838283082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1vJuv0_J_1c/SbaI85dTC6I/AAAAAAAAAqY/odZwUCnTZg4/S220/VA8O0320.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eQMI4XCWRhg/TdWVm-lqneI/AAAAAAAACLM/bw6Ljk0Gw_A/s72-c/1316.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7484115566881351728.post-2869738051170130449</id><published>2011-05-19T11:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-19T12:03:41.654-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Incendies, ou Incêndios</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KVSHL7hknqE/TdVn3M5jckI/AAAAAAAACLE/QXZwHuX30nU/s1600/incendies-8517-poster-large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608503109012910658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 294px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KVSHL7hknqE/TdVn3M5jckI/AAAAAAAACLE/QXZwHuX30nU/s400/incendies-8517-poster-large.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Incendies, ou Incêncios, é um filme canadense de 2010 e indicado ao Oscar de Melhor Filme Estrangeiro em 2011. Baseado na peça do autor libanês radicado no Canadá, Wajdi Mouawad, a história mais nos remete a uma tragédia grega. Chega a lembrar até mesmo a recente obra de Robert Lepage para o teatro em Quebec, Os Sete Afluentes do Rio Ota, devido a sua intensa carga dramática e complexas idas e vindas. Incendies, Incêndios, ou Scorched. Uma peça a ser montada.&lt;/strong&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/7484115566881351728-2869738051170130449?l=euripidesafavor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://euripidesafavor.blogspot.com/feeds/2869738051170130449/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7484115566881351728&amp;postID=2869738051170130449' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484115566881351728/posts/default/2869738051170130449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484115566881351728/posts/default/2869738051170130449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://euripidesafavor.blogspot.com/2011/05/incendies-ou-incendios.html' title='Incendies, ou Incêndios'/><author><name>Bocão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08731523472838283082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1vJuv0_J_1c/SbaI85dTC6I/AAAAAAAAAqY/odZwUCnTZg4/S220/VA8O0320.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KVSHL7hknqE/TdVn3M5jckI/AAAAAAAACLE/QXZwHuX30nU/s72-c/incendies-8517-poster-large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7484115566881351728.post-2727790637189249868</id><published>2011-05-19T11:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-19T11:50:07.113-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rabbit Hole - O Epílogo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pptnLfQUTWA/TdVkNQlS3oI/AAAAAAAACK8/fio3Ru8ZRIQ/s1600/rabbithole.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608499089912290946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 363px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pptnLfQUTWA/TdVkNQlS3oI/AAAAAAAACK8/fio3Ru8ZRIQ/s400/rabbithole.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Abaixo transcrevo o epílogo da peça Rabbit Hole, de David Lindsay-Abaire, vencedora dos prêmios TONY e PULITZER de 2007. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BECCA:&lt;/strong&gt; So what we're gonna do?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HOWIE:&lt;/strong&gt; About what?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BECCA:&lt;/strong&gt; I don't know. Pick something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HOWIE:&lt;/strong&gt; Well... &lt;em&gt;(Think it over)&lt;/em&gt; We could go to Village Toys tomorrow and pick up Candy Land for Emily. That's probably something she'd like.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BECCA:&lt;/strong&gt; Okay, Candy Land for Emily. That's a start. Then what?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HOWIE:&lt;/strong&gt; Then we wrap it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BECCA:&lt;/strong&gt; Uh-huh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HOWIE:&lt;/strong&gt; And then on Sunday we go to the cookout, and we give her the gift, and we talk to Rick and Debbie, and to make them feel comfortable we ask the kids a bunch of questions about what they've been up to, and we'll pretend that we're really interested. And then we'll wait for Rick and/or Debbie to bring up Danny while the kids are playing in the rec room. And maybe that'll go on for a little while. And after that we'll come home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Beat.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BECCA:&lt;/strong&gt; And then what?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Beat.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HOWIE:&lt;/strong&gt; I don't know. Something though. We'll figure it out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BECCA:&lt;/strong&gt; Will we?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HOWIE:&lt;/strong&gt; I think so. I think we will.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Silence. They just sit for several beats, not even looking at each other. They're scared. Then Becca takes Howie's hand. They hold on tight. And the lights slowly fade.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;END OF PLAY.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7484115566881351728-2727790637189249868?l=euripidesafavor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://euripidesafavor.blogspot.com/feeds/2727790637189249868/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7484115566881351728&amp;postID=2727790637189249868' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484115566881351728/posts/default/2727790637189249868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484115566881351728/posts/default/2727790637189249868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://euripidesafavor.blogspot.com/2011/05/rabbit-hole-o-epilogo.html' title='Rabbit Hole - O Epílogo'/><author><name>Bocão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08731523472838283082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1vJuv0_J_1c/SbaI85dTC6I/AAAAAAAAAqY/odZwUCnTZg4/S220/VA8O0320.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pptnLfQUTWA/TdVkNQlS3oI/AAAAAAAACK8/fio3Ru8ZRIQ/s72-c/rabbithole.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7484115566881351728.post-4815931546819405999</id><published>2011-05-19T11:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-19T11:40:20.408-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rabbit Hole</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-v9gAralYaxg/TdVf4pGYBEI/AAAAAAAACK0/Lh9zjU1PpiU/s1600/Rabbit%2BHole%2Bposter%2Bbrazil.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608494337669727298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 270px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-v9gAralYaxg/TdVf4pGYBEI/AAAAAAAACK0/Lh9zjU1PpiU/s400/Rabbit%2BHole%2Bposter%2Bbrazil.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;David Lindsay-Abaire é o autor da peça vencedora dos Prêmios Tony e Pulitzer em 2007, um ano após sua estreia na Broadway com Cynthia Nixon no papel de Becca, hoje defendido por Nicole Kidman no cinema - também produtora do filme. David conta no prefácio sobre seus tempos de estudante de teatro na prestigiada Julliard de Nova Iorque, em que ouvia dos professores de dramaturgia que uma grande peça nasce dos nossos maiores medos. David confiou nesta indicação e anos depois, já casado e com um filho pequeno, escreveu Rabbit Hole, um drama em dois atos sobre a dor do luto enfrentanda por um jovem casal que perde o filho, morto em um acidente de carro em frente a própria casa. O texto, seco como uma carta de notificação, deixa o leitor inquieto, assim como o espectador do filme, muito bem adaptado pelo próprio Abaire e dirigido pelo oustider John Cameron Mitchel, cineasta ícone do movimento de diversidade sexual americano, com filmes como Hedwig e Shortbus. O texto da peça deixa o leitor atônito com tanta firmeza que atesta seu epílogo. Revela a clareza de consciência do luto e apresenta aquilo que nos falta hoje no teatro e no cinema americano: Histórias adultas.&lt;/span&gt;&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/7484115566881351728-4815931546819405999?l=euripidesafavor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://euripidesafavor.blogspot.com/feeds/4815931546819405999/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7484115566881351728&amp;postID=4815931546819405999' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484115566881351728/posts/default/4815931546819405999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484115566881351728/posts/default/4815931546819405999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://euripidesafavor.blogspot.com/2011/05/rabbit-hole.html' title='Rabbit Hole'/><author><name>Bocão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08731523472838283082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1vJuv0_J_1c/SbaI85dTC6I/AAAAAAAAAqY/odZwUCnTZg4/S220/VA8O0320.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-v9gAralYaxg/TdVf4pGYBEI/AAAAAAAACK0/Lh9zjU1PpiU/s72-c/Rabbit%2BHole%2Bposter%2Bbrazil.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7484115566881351728.post-5809075210032175339</id><published>2011-05-15T14:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-18T13:17:46.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Das motivações de Inabitable</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-FAMILY: arial; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-88yLKBJL2Ws/TdBLOxMeOrI/AAAAAAAACKc/dPFaMj5zLkM/s1600/joshuabronaugh17Joshua%2BBronaug.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607064253172169394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-88yLKBJL2Ws/TdBLOxMeOrI/AAAAAAAACKc/dPFaMj5zLkM/s400/joshuabronaugh17Joshua%2BBronaug.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Encapsulado retorno a atmosfera terrestre. Mergulho no planeta azul sem saber onde aterrisar. A lataria estremece, envelhecida por outras galáxias. Afundar neste azul, que de claro não tem nada, torna-se um movimento obrigatoriamente preciso, sob risco de aterrisar em deserto alheio. Sem apoio ou sem qualquer unidade consoladora que me ponha em terra segura, corro o risco de não resistir. Viver é um suicídio e sua atmosfera inabitável. Chego sozinho, sem uma parte de mim. Apenas com uma experiência intergalática e uma música de Bowie. Mas chego. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7484115566881351728-5809075210032175339?l=euripidesafavor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://euripidesafavor.blogspot.com/feeds/5809075210032175339/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7484115566881351728&amp;postID=5809075210032175339' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484115566881351728/posts/default/5809075210032175339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484115566881351728/posts/default/5809075210032175339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://euripidesafavor.blogspot.com/2011/05/das-motivacoes-de-inabitable.html' title='Das motivações de Inabitable'/><author><name>Bocão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08731523472838283082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1vJuv0_J_1c/SbaI85dTC6I/AAAAAAAAAqY/odZwUCnTZg4/S220/VA8O0320.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-88yLKBJL2Ws/TdBLOxMeOrI/AAAAAAAACKc/dPFaMj5zLkM/s72-c/joshuabronaugh17Joshua%2BBronaug.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7484115566881351728.post-4700705494667707352</id><published>2010-11-14T14:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-14T14:51:18.370-08:00</updated><title type='text'>FOTO CLÁSSICA DA SEMANA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1vJuv0_J_1c/TOBn0ISqsvI/AAAAAAAACGY/IbfE3mTV6Ik/s1600/Varia%C3%A7%C3%B5es.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539541686942348018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1vJuv0_J_1c/TOBn0ISqsvI/AAAAAAAACGY/IbfE3mTV6Ik/s400/Varia%25C3%25A7%25C3%25B5es.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; "Variations Enigmatiques"&lt;br /&gt;de Eric-Emmanuel Schmitt&lt;br /&gt;Com Alain Delon e Stephane Freiss&lt;br /&gt;Segunda Montagem&lt;br /&gt;Théatre de Paris&lt;br /&gt;(1998)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/7484115566881351728-4700705494667707352?l=euripidesafavor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://euripidesafavor.blogspot.com/feeds/4700705494667707352/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7484115566881351728&amp;postID=4700705494667707352' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484115566881351728/posts/default/4700705494667707352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484115566881351728/posts/default/4700705494667707352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://euripidesafavor.blogspot.com/2010/11/variations-enigmatiques-de-eric.html' title='FOTO CLÁSSICA DA SEMANA'/><author><name>Bocão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08731523472838283082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1vJuv0_J_1c/SbaI85dTC6I/AAAAAAAAAqY/odZwUCnTZg4/S220/VA8O0320.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1vJuv0_J_1c/TOBn0ISqsvI/AAAAAAAACGY/IbfE3mTV6Ik/s72-c/Varia%25C3%25A7%25C3%25B5es.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7484115566881351728.post-322975783835200122</id><published>2010-11-14T10:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-14T10:40:28.594-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merchant of Venice</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1vJuv0_J_1c/TOAs86O3DsI/AAAAAAAACF8/KDypMcmrSDs/s1600/O+Mercador+de+Veneza.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539476966601068226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 398px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1vJuv0_J_1c/TOAs86O3DsI/AAAAAAAACF8/KDypMcmrSDs/s400/O%2BMercador%2Bde%2BVeneza.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; "Só ó o presunçoso ostenta dignidade imerecida. As posses, honrarias e funções não fossem atingidas por corruptos – se o prêmio só coubesse a quem merece – estaria coberto muito nu, e muito comandante comandado! Quanto joio seria rebaixado, que hoje passa por trigo de nobreza."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;William Shakespeare, Mercador de Veneza&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neste ano, o projeto Teatro na Praça, do Conselho Municipal de Nova Iorque, acostumado a ter em seus espetáculos anuais ao ar livre estrelas do porte de Kevin Kline e Meryl Streep encenando clássicos, não podia ter tido alvo mais certeiro! Al Pacino como Shylock, de O Mercador de Veneza, encenado no Central Park foi um sucesso tão grande, que a partir desta semana, o espetáculo se muda para um tradicional teatro da Broadway. Não digo mais nada! Assistam ao filme, leiam o livro, peguem um avião! Só vendo pra crer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7484115566881351728-322975783835200122?l=euripidesafavor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://euripidesafavor.blogspot.com/feeds/322975783835200122/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7484115566881351728&amp;postID=322975783835200122' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484115566881351728/posts/default/322975783835200122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484115566881351728/posts/default/322975783835200122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://euripidesafavor.blogspot.com/2010/11/merchant-of-venece.html' title='Merchant of Venice'/><author><name>Bocão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08731523472838283082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1vJuv0_J_1c/SbaI85dTC6I/AAAAAAAAAqY/odZwUCnTZg4/S220/VA8O0320.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1vJuv0_J_1c/TOAs86O3DsI/AAAAAAAACF8/KDypMcmrSDs/s72-c/O%2BMercador%2Bde%2BVeneza.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7484115566881351728.post-8253580599270870287</id><published>2010-11-03T20:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T20:14:50.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lifex3</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1vJuv0_J_1c/TNIizrfLAPI/AAAAAAAACFs/CQjvSjvGwd4/s1600/life+x3.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535525163233902834" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 299px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1vJuv0_J_1c/TNIizrfLAPI/AAAAAAAACFs/CQjvSjvGwd4/s400/life+x3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; A direita, Helen Hunt e John Turturro na montagem de "&lt;em&gt;Trois Version de la Vie" &lt;/em&gt;em que o NY Times chamou de &lt;em&gt;"damagingly miscast production". &lt;/em&gt;Comparada a uma sitcom, esta montagem de 2003, intitulada por lá de Life X 3, não agradou aos críticos. (The Circle - Square Center - NY - 2003)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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/7484115566881351728-8253580599270870287?l=euripidesafavor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://euripidesafavor.blogspot.com/feeds/8253580599270870287/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7484115566881351728&amp;postID=8253580599270870287' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484115566881351728/posts/default/8253580599270870287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484115566881351728/posts/default/8253580599270870287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://euripidesafavor.blogspot.com/2010/11/lifex3.html' title='Lifex3'/><author><name>Bocão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08731523472838283082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1vJuv0_J_1c/SbaI85dTC6I/AAAAAAAAAqY/odZwUCnTZg4/S220/VA8O0320.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1vJuv0_J_1c/TNIizrfLAPI/AAAAAAAACFs/CQjvSjvGwd4/s72-c/life+x3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7484115566881351728.post-3438596238460627387</id><published>2010-11-03T19:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T16:59:30.113-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trois Version de la Vie</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1vJuv0_J_1c/TNIiLVcUheI/AAAAAAAACFk/QsSGUe9IbaM/s1600/Ilana+Kaplan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535524470121596386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 313px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1vJuv0_J_1c/TNIiLVcUheI/AAAAAAAACFk/QsSGUe9IbaM/s400/Ilana+Kaplan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Em Três Mulheres Altas, Edward Albee trabalha com o mesmo acontecimento em três versões. Em Um Equilíbrio Delicado, Albee costura a história da chegada de um casal inesperado na vida de outro par e por fim, em Quem Tem Medo de Virginia Woolf?, este autor da pena afiada destila veneno na noite regada a alcool entre dois casais. 3 Versões da Vida, de Yasmina Reza, texto o qual tive a oportunidade de ler esta tarde, após o privilégio de tê-la assistido em 2004 no Teatro Renaissance com a atriz Denise Fraga (Marco Ricca, o finado Mário Schoemberger e Ilana Kaplan), é nítidamente inspirada na obra do mestre norte-americano, e obviamente, um embrião daquela que seria a derradeira obra de Srta Reza, o recente arrasa-quarteirão Deus da Carnificina. Sonia e Henrique são o casal protagonista, pais estressados de um garoto de seis anos que nunca aparece. Ela, advogada não atuante. Ele, fisico às voltas com um ensaio a ser publicado. Hubert e Inês formam a visita. Ele, chefe de Henrique, ela dona de casa. O embate se torna inevitável quando, inesperadamente, Hubert e Inês chegam, provocando um rebuliço, uma vez que Sonia e Henrique pensavam que o encontro seria no dia seguinte. A partir daí, momentos hilários entre doses cavalares de vinho e porções de cheetos - afinal, não havia nenhum petisco preparado - acometem os personagens, perdidos no próprio vazio de suas provocações. Este momento da noite é encenado por mais duas vezes sob diferentes óticas. O recurso, longe de ser original, traz momentos de comicidade e revela uma autora curiosa e crítica feroz aos costumes da classe média. Na versão brasileira, Ilana Kaplan encarnava uma Inês ladra de cena e até hoje, permanece incólume como a atriz que protagonizou um dos melhores momentos já visto em teatro numa comédia nos últimos anos: Inteiramente bêbada, a cata da porta da rua, a atriz, ao encontrá-la, abria um largo sorriso e corria para ela, em fuga. Aplaudida em cena aberta, a passagem parece ter sido uma criação da atriz com o diretor Elias Andreato. O chiste não consta no texto original. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&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/7484115566881351728-3438596238460627387?l=euripidesafavor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://euripidesafavor.blogspot.com/feeds/3438596238460627387/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7484115566881351728&amp;postID=3438596238460627387' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484115566881351728/posts/default/3438596238460627387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484115566881351728/posts/default/3438596238460627387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://euripidesafavor.blogspot.com/2010/11/trois-version-de-la-vie.html' title='Trois Version de la Vie'/><author><name>Bocão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08731523472838283082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1vJuv0_J_1c/SbaI85dTC6I/AAAAAAAAAqY/odZwUCnTZg4/S220/VA8O0320.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1vJuv0_J_1c/TNIiLVcUheI/AAAAAAAACFk/QsSGUe9IbaM/s72-c/Ilana+Kaplan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7484115566881351728.post-7036350275252156475</id><published>2010-10-31T11:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-31T11:10:38.265-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Revival 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1vJuv0_J_1c/TM2w5KN-YZI/AAAAAAAACFU/NoPtecUevgg/s1600/22angels-new-blogSpan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534274013150208402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 282px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1vJuv0_J_1c/TM2w5KN-YZI/AAAAAAAACFU/NoPtecUevgg/s400/22angels-new-blogSpan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Poster da remontagem de Angels in America, de Tony Kushner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Ingressos esgotados antes mesmo da estreia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Nova Iorque - Novembro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7484115566881351728-7036350275252156475?l=euripidesafavor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://euripidesafavor.blogspot.com/feeds/7036350275252156475/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7484115566881351728&amp;postID=7036350275252156475' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484115566881351728/posts/default/7036350275252156475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484115566881351728/posts/default/7036350275252156475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://euripidesafavor.blogspot.com/2010/10/revival-2010.html' title='Revival 2010'/><author><name>Bocão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08731523472838283082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1vJuv0_J_1c/SbaI85dTC6I/AAAAAAAAAqY/odZwUCnTZg4/S220/VA8O0320.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1vJuv0_J_1c/TM2w5KN-YZI/AAAAAAAACFU/NoPtecUevgg/s72-c/22angels-new-blogSpan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7484115566881351728.post-5484175160945692704</id><published>2010-10-28T10:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-28T11:07:08.009-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Os Meios e suas finalidades</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1vJuv0_J_1c/TMmxwlUZecI/AAAAAAAACFM/tDXHhxe-mfA/s1600/Hair.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533149065410869698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 364px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1vJuv0_J_1c/TMmxwlUZecI/AAAAAAAACFM/tDXHhxe-mfA/s400/Hair.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;É difícil acreditar na relevância de um Hair que se utiliza da iconografia do mundo do photoshop para se promover e leva o patrocínio de uma empresa de Seguros e Previdência.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&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/7484115566881351728-5484175160945692704?l=euripidesafavor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://euripidesafavor.blogspot.com/feeds/5484175160945692704/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7484115566881351728&amp;postID=5484175160945692704' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484115566881351728/posts/default/5484175160945692704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484115566881351728/posts/default/5484175160945692704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://euripidesafavor.blogspot.com/2010/10/os-meios-e-suas-finalidades.html' title='Os Meios e suas finalidades'/><author><name>Bocão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08731523472838283082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1vJuv0_J_1c/SbaI85dTC6I/AAAAAAAAAqY/odZwUCnTZg4/S220/VA8O0320.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1vJuv0_J_1c/TMmxwlUZecI/AAAAAAAACFM/tDXHhxe-mfA/s72-c/Hair.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7484115566881351728.post-3162884057757331292</id><published>2010-10-23T16:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-23T16:45:20.763-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Endoidecidos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1vJuv0_J_1c/TMNx_X7E_RI/AAAAAAAACE8/pd_UB3FtN2Q/s1600/Quem+tem+medo+de+virignia+wolf+brasil.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531390100908604690" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1vJuv0_J_1c/TMNx_X7E_RI/AAAAAAAACE8/pd_UB3FtN2Q/s400/Quem+tem+medo+de+virignia+wolf+brasil.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Deixa o que é caduco endoidecer. Deixa aquilo que é são desabrochar. Calmamente. A sanidade é amiga da temperança. O exercício da espera se faz importante quando se quer mais e muito! Não é assim, não. De ontem pra hoje, pra ontem, vixe! Sob o risco de soar preguiçoso, ouso vos dizer: Como é bom viver sem ter que correr atrás da vida! Sem ter que correr dos meandros da vida para solucioná-los, desenvolvé-los. A vida não precisa de você pra isso, não! Ela faz sozinha. Às vezes até encomenda da amiga Morte uma solução, ou quando menos drástica, invoca o incidente. Este, que desestabiliza os estabilizados e vice-versa. Viver é só tá por aí. Do resto, a mesma se encarrega.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&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/7484115566881351728-3162884057757331292?l=euripidesafavor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://euripidesafavor.blogspot.com/feeds/3162884057757331292/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7484115566881351728&amp;postID=3162884057757331292' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484115566881351728/posts/default/3162884057757331292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484115566881351728/posts/default/3162884057757331292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://euripidesafavor.blogspot.com/2010/10/endoidecidos.html' title='Endoidecidos'/><author><name>Bocão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08731523472838283082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1vJuv0_J_1c/SbaI85dTC6I/AAAAAAAAAqY/odZwUCnTZg4/S220/VA8O0320.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1vJuv0_J_1c/TMNx_X7E_RI/AAAAAAAACE8/pd_UB3FtN2Q/s72-c/Quem+tem+medo+de+virignia+wolf+brasil.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7484115566881351728.post-5573309292937131433</id><published>2010-10-23T16:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-23T16:12:20.377-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Estreia do Mês!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1vJuv0_J_1c/TMNrdCgRkOI/AAAAAAAACEs/WM7-uyj3R98/s1600/LigaÃ§Ãµes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531382913973719266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 247px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1vJuv0_J_1c/TMNrdCgRkOI/AAAAAAAACEs/WM7-uyj3R98/s400/Liga%C3%A7%C3%B5es.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Marat Descartes como o infame Conde de Valmont.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Maria Fernanda Cândido como a empafiosa Condessa de Merteuil.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Teatro FAAP (Sp)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7484115566881351728-5573309292937131433?l=euripidesafavor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://euripidesafavor.blogspot.com/feeds/5573309292937131433/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7484115566881351728&amp;postID=5573309292937131433' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484115566881351728/posts/default/5573309292937131433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484115566881351728/posts/default/5573309292937131433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://euripidesafavor.blogspot.com/2010/10/estreia-do-mes.html' title='Estreia do Mês!'/><author><name>Bocão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08731523472838283082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1vJuv0_J_1c/SbaI85dTC6I/AAAAAAAAAqY/odZwUCnTZg4/S220/VA8O0320.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1vJuv0_J_1c/TMNrdCgRkOI/AAAAAAAACEs/WM7-uyj3R98/s72-c/Liga%C3%A7%C3%B5es.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7484115566881351728.post-2136669985876115776</id><published>2010-10-21T22:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-22T10:52:47.272-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Estreia da Semana</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1vJuv0_J_1c/TMEdrK-ABqI/AAAAAAAACEc/ouclwz_Ni9A/s1600/LigaÃ§Ãµes+Perigosas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530734444903663266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 340px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1vJuv0_J_1c/TMEdrK-ABqI/AAAAAAAACEc/ouclwz_Ni9A/s400/Liga%C3%A7%C3%B5es+Perigosas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Ligações Perigosas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Baseado na obra de Choderlos de Laclos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Texto de Christopher Hampton&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Com Maria Fernanda Cândido e Marat Descartes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Direção de Mauro Babtista Vedia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Teatro FAAP (SP)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7484115566881351728-2136669985876115776?l=euripidesafavor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://euripidesafavor.blogspot.com/feeds/2136669985876115776/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7484115566881351728&amp;postID=2136669985876115776' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484115566881351728/posts/default/2136669985876115776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484115566881351728/posts/default/2136669985876115776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://euripidesafavor.blogspot.com/2010/10/estreia-da-semana.html' title='Estreia da Semana'/><author><name>Bocão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08731523472838283082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1vJuv0_J_1c/SbaI85dTC6I/AAAAAAAAAqY/odZwUCnTZg4/S220/VA8O0320.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1vJuv0_J_1c/TMEdrK-ABqI/AAAAAAAACEc/ouclwz_Ni9A/s72-c/Liga%C3%A7%C3%B5es+Perigosas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7484115566881351728.post-3062344338146063143</id><published>2010-10-21T21:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-22T10:53:17.965-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ilustríssimo Filho da Mãe</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1vJuv0_J_1c/TMEXoy9T_yI/AAAAAAAACEU/krNdaTkNCxE/s1600/IlustrÃ&amp;shy;ssimo+Filho+da+MÃ£e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530727807028821794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 350px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 236px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1vJuv0_J_1c/TMEXoy9T_yI/AAAAAAAACEU/krNdaTkNCxE/s400/Ilustr%C3%ADssimo+Filho+da+M%C3%A3e.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Acabo de reler o texto da peça Ilustríssimo Filho da Mãe. Segue abaixo depoimento que escrevi ao assistí-la, em 2008, no Teatro Jaraguá.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;"Acabo de assistir Ilustrissimo Filho da Mãe, com Jairo Mattos e Mirim Melhem. Será um sucesso! Fora do Brasil. Trata-se de um texto as vezes bem humorado, mas não engracado, hilário, fácil. A direção de Márcio Aurélio&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; causa sono no inicio, mas a autora, Leilah Assumpção, conhece muito bem a mítica feminina e masculina, surpreendendo nos diálogos e nas crises. Surpreende ao mostrar que de fato, nao há mudança jamais, e que o homem se dissolve, enlouquece, ao analisar o que se é. O homem é igual ao que foi. Tudo vira drama pequeno. Pequenas coisas. Infelizmente, teatro vazio. Com ingressos a 60 reais, a autora do sucesso estrondoso de Intimidade Indecente, com Irene Ravache e Marcos Caruso, dificilmente vai encontrar no mesmo público sua tábua de salvação financeira. Saindo do teatro, me deparei com a autora sentada numa cadeira ao fundo, no escurinho. Seu rosto de contentamento me causou felicidade e minha timidez mais uma vez me impediu de conhecer alguém maravilhoso".&lt;/em&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/7484115566881351728-3062344338146063143?l=euripidesafavor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://euripidesafavor.blogspot.com/feeds/3062344338146063143/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7484115566881351728&amp;postID=3062344338146063143' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484115566881351728/posts/default/3062344338146063143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484115566881351728/posts/default/3062344338146063143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://euripidesafavor.blogspot.com/2010/10/ilustrissimo-filho-da-mae.html' title='Ilustríssimo Filho da Mãe'/><author><name>Bocão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08731523472838283082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1vJuv0_J_1c/SbaI85dTC6I/AAAAAAAAAqY/odZwUCnTZg4/S220/VA8O0320.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1vJuv0_J_1c/TMEXoy9T_yI/AAAAAAAACEU/krNdaTkNCxE/s72-c/Ilustr%C3%ADssimo+Filho+da+M%C3%A3e.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7484115566881351728.post-6903714284520578640</id><published>2010-10-19T19:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-19T19:13:28.365-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FOTO CLÁSSICA DA SEMANA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1vJuv0_J_1c/TL5P7NTVT5I/AAAAAAAACEM/lasRtnLNczs/s1600/Pequenos+Crimes+2003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529945271059173266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1vJuv0_J_1c/TL5P7NTVT5I/AAAAAAAACEM/lasRtnLNczs/s400/Pequenos+Crimes+2003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Petits Crimes Conjugaux&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Paris (2003)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/7484115566881351728-6903714284520578640?l=euripidesafavor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://euripidesafavor.blogspot.com/feeds/6903714284520578640/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7484115566881351728&amp;postID=6903714284520578640' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484115566881351728/posts/default/6903714284520578640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484115566881351728/posts/default/6903714284520578640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://euripidesafavor.blogspot.com/2010/10/foto-classica-da-semana.html' title='FOTO CLÁSSICA DA SEMANA'/><author><name>Bocão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08731523472838283082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1vJuv0_J_1c/SbaI85dTC6I/AAAAAAAAAqY/odZwUCnTZg4/S220/VA8O0320.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1vJuv0_J_1c/TL5P7NTVT5I/AAAAAAAACEM/lasRtnLNczs/s72-c/Pequenos+Crimes+2003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7484115566881351728.post-9015598900476036962</id><published>2010-10-16T13:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-16T13:38:30.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'>God of Carnage - o Filme</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1vJuv0_J_1c/TLoLzKyTtqI/AAAAAAAACEE/cdwe6jJnSTk/s1600/God+of+Carnage+movie+casr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528744466247300770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 270px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1vJuv0_J_1c/TLoLzKyTtqI/AAAAAAAACEE/cdwe6jJnSTk/s400/God+of+Carnage+movie+casr.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Eu realmente estou começando a crer de que a montagem brasileira de Deus da Carnificina, de Yasmina Reza, tem um grave problema na direção de Emílio de Mello.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Em 2011, tem início na França a filmagem de "God of Carnage", sob a batuta de Roman Polankski.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/7484115566881351728-9015598900476036962?l=euripidesafavor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://euripidesafavor.blogspot.com/feeds/9015598900476036962/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7484115566881351728&amp;postID=9015598900476036962' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484115566881351728/posts/default/9015598900476036962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484115566881351728/posts/default/9015598900476036962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://euripidesafavor.blogspot.com/2010/10/god-of-carnage-o-filme.html' title='God of Carnage - o Filme'/><author><name>Bocão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08731523472838283082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1vJuv0_J_1c/SbaI85dTC6I/AAAAAAAAAqY/odZwUCnTZg4/S220/VA8O0320.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1vJuv0_J_1c/TLoLzKyTtqI/AAAAAAAACEE/cdwe6jJnSTk/s72-c/God+of+Carnage+movie+casr.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7484115566881351728.post-1205106838565480982</id><published>2010-10-15T12:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-15T12:44:22.940-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Patrick Stewart on Broadway</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1vJuv0_J_1c/TLiuqfRj-yI/AAAAAAAACD0/C3Du8PvgB6A/s1600/A+Life+In+The+Theatre.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528360587570182946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 312px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1vJuv0_J_1c/TLiuqfRj-yI/AAAAAAAACD0/C3Du8PvgB6A/s400/A+Life+In+The+Theatre.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Comédia de David Mamet estreia na Broadway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Com Patrick Stewart e T.R. Knight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/7484115566881351728-1205106838565480982?l=euripidesafavor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://euripidesafavor.blogspot.com/feeds/1205106838565480982/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7484115566881351728&amp;postID=1205106838565480982' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484115566881351728/posts/default/1205106838565480982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484115566881351728/posts/default/1205106838565480982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://euripidesafavor.blogspot.com/2010/10/patrick-stewart-on-broadway.html' title='Patrick Stewart on Broadway'/><author><name>Bocão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08731523472838283082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1vJuv0_J_1c/SbaI85dTC6I/AAAAAAAAAqY/odZwUCnTZg4/S220/VA8O0320.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1vJuv0_J_1c/TLiuqfRj-yI/AAAAAAAACD0/C3Du8PvgB6A/s72-c/A+Life+In+The+Theatre.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7484115566881351728.post-4164558555728239471</id><published>2010-10-14T11:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-28T10:30:06.264-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O Maior Estado da Federação</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1vJuv0_J_1c/TLdQ72zs3ZI/AAAAAAAACDs/xXEWB0kYPfw/s1600/amazonia+sat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527976056875441554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 206px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1vJuv0_J_1c/TLdQ72zs3ZI/AAAAAAAACDs/xXEWB0kYPfw/s400/amazonia+sat.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Fazer Teatro no Brasil e principalmente, no Amazonas, é ir de encontro ao evolucionismo. É ir de encontro a um estado de coisas primitiva. Estamos lidando com um baixíssimo nível de educação e intelecto, sem falar num grupo político que não só aguça como preserva um complexo de inferioridade aludindo figuras iconográficas, como a eterna imagem do nós contra eles. Uma imagem que permanece viva no Estado, auto proclamado com o maior "complexo de vira-latas" do país, eleitor máximo de um PT de pernas bambas. É impressionante como o expediente "...o outro vai matar a Zona Franca" deu certo! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ver o mapa da nação circundado com as cores azul e vermelha das pesquisas do IBOPE, é quase possível sentir onde se está machucado, onde o rasgo da ferida da mágoa dói mais. E com isto se beneficiam os dois candidatos. Uma, enaltecendo a raiva e provendo o assistencialismo que essa gente gosta tanto. O outro, estendendo a mão sob o risco de soar condescendente. O Teatro nem a cultura no sentido mais amplo da palavra estão em pauta, pois enveredar por este caminho poderia provocar o descontentamento dos eleitores, uma vez que a preocupação do momento deve ser com aquilo que é considerado importante. Pobres daqueles que escondem suas dores atrás de folclores datados. Pobres daqueles que não acreditam na evolução da cultura, e por conseqüência, do comportamento. Pobre nação atávica, dona da empáfia e do conformismo. O IBOPE, com ajuda da nação, dividiu o país verde-amarelo de esperança num azul-vermelho Parintinense de proporções catastróficas: Uma província dividida, que se odeia sem razão. Que se mata sem função. Tudo em torno da festinha bonitinha dos brasileirinhos e da eterna salvação da corrupção. É fácil de entender a obsessão do planeta com o petróleo. Querem fossilizar os costumes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7484115566881351728-4164558555728239471?l=euripidesafavor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://euripidesafavor.blogspot.com/feeds/4164558555728239471/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7484115566881351728&amp;postID=4164558555728239471' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484115566881351728/posts/default/4164558555728239471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484115566881351728/posts/default/4164558555728239471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://euripidesafavor.blogspot.com/2010/10/o-maior-mapa-da-federacao.html' title='O Maior Estado da Federação'/><author><name>Bocão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08731523472838283082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1vJuv0_J_1c/SbaI85dTC6I/AAAAAAAAAqY/odZwUCnTZg4/S220/VA8O0320.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1vJuv0_J_1c/TLdQ72zs3ZI/AAAAAAAACDs/xXEWB0kYPfw/s72-c/amazonia+sat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7484115566881351728.post-7992683466333504580</id><published>2010-10-03T15:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-03T15:34:18.701-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Em Outubro...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1vJuv0_J_1c/TKkEmdYE5mI/AAAAAAAACDk/kgv272OniNg/s1600/A+Gaiola+das+Loucas+Logo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523951476713776738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 257px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1vJuv0_J_1c/TKkEmdYE5mI/AAAAAAAACDk/kgv272OniNg/s400/A+Gaiola+das+Loucas+Logo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;La Cage Aux Folles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;A partir de 23 de Outubro de 2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Teatro Bradesco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;São Paulo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7484115566881351728-7992683466333504580?l=euripidesafavor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://euripidesafavor.blogspot.com/feeds/7992683466333504580/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7484115566881351728&amp;postID=7992683466333504580' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484115566881351728/posts/default/7992683466333504580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484115566881351728/posts/default/7992683466333504580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://euripidesafavor.blogspot.com/2010/10/em-outubro.html' title='Em Outubro...'/><author><name>Bocão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08731523472838283082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1vJuv0_J_1c/SbaI85dTC6I/AAAAAAAAAqY/odZwUCnTZg4/S220/VA8O0320.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1vJuv0_J_1c/TKkEmdYE5mI/AAAAAAAACDk/kgv272OniNg/s72-c/A+Gaiola+das+Loucas+Logo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7484115566881351728.post-6883963073560266354</id><published>2010-10-03T14:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-03T18:18:44.567-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Maratona Sam Shepard</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1vJuv0_J_1c/TKj-NTohwdI/AAAAAAAACDc/CHwwDOH8GQY/s1600/Mente+Mentira+A5.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523944447531925970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 283px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1vJuv0_J_1c/TKj-NTohwdI/AAAAAAAACDc/CHwwDOH8GQY/s400/Mente+Mentira+A5.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Ao adqurir um exemplar com textos do dramaturgo norte-americano Sam Shepard, deve-se ter em mente que o homem é uma estrela do teatro americano. Dono de uma canetada de soltar faíscas, Sam nos apresenta o verdadeiro Estados Unidos. Aquele incutido, arraigado, incrustrado nos interiores do Oeste. Principalmente este &lt;em&gt;Mente Mentira&lt;/em&gt;, que nos ilustra o cabeçalho em montagem recente que me aguça a curiosidade. &lt;em&gt;A Lie of the&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;Mind&lt;/em&gt;, como é intitulado na terra de Shepard, entranha no espírito do leitor, que é dragado pelos três longos atos, porém profícuos. A história tem início com um atormentado Jake &lt;em&gt;(originalmente interpretado na Broadway por Harvey Keitel e atualmente por Malvino Salvador, o qual perco meus preconceitos e o aplaudo pela coragem de interpretá-lo)&lt;/em&gt; isolado em uma cidade fantasma do inconsciente americano ao telefone com o irmão. Jake, num arroubo de ciúmes, acaba de agredir Beth, sua esposa. A violência foi tremenda que Jake pensa tê-la matado. O enredo se desenrola através dos diálogos rápidos e realistas do autor e demonstra as relações do algoz e de sua vítima com suas respectivas famílias, em planos paralelos. O texto é cru e desesperançoso. É como um momento em terras do oeste americano onde vemos a bola de feno passar sem grandes expectativas em grandes mudanças. O texto atinge o seu clímax no reencontro de Jake, arrependido e ferido, com Beth, atormentada e provocadora. &lt;em&gt;Mente Mentira&lt;/em&gt;, ou &lt;em&gt;A Lie of the Mind&lt;/em&gt;, é belo enquanto dramaturgia e deve ser um deleite para os olhos no palco. No Brasil, em cartaz no Teatro Raul Cortez, São Paulo. No compêndio Sam Shepard, também inclusas La Turista, Angel City e Oeste Verdadeiro.&lt;/strong&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/7484115566881351728-6883963073560266354?l=euripidesafavor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://euripidesafavor.blogspot.com/feeds/6883963073560266354/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7484115566881351728&amp;postID=6883963073560266354' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484115566881351728/posts/default/6883963073560266354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484115566881351728/posts/default/6883963073560266354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://euripidesafavor.blogspot.com/2010/10/maratona-sam-shepard.html' title='Maratona Sam Shepard'/><author><name>Bocão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08731523472838283082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1vJuv0_J_1c/SbaI85dTC6I/AAAAAAAAAqY/odZwUCnTZg4/S220/VA8O0320.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1vJuv0_J_1c/TKj-NTohwdI/AAAAAAAACDc/CHwwDOH8GQY/s72-c/Mente+Mentira+A5.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7484115566881351728.post-5826395316624831047</id><published>2010-10-02T12:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-02T12:44:17.370-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Pantera</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1vJuv0_J_1c/TKeKvW09gqI/AAAAAAAACDM/-hbvNs0uZKs/s1600/A+Pantera.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523536014179402402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1vJuv0_J_1c/TKeKvW09gqI/AAAAAAAACDM/-hbvNs0uZKs/s400/A+Pantera.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Camilla Appel, filha da escritora Leilah Assumpção, estreia como dramaturga com este interessante A Pantera. Centrado num casal sem nome, a ação se dá num supermercado vazio e claustrofóbico, onde este par de recém enamorados passam a ser perseguidos por um animal selvagem: A pantera. A partir deste fim de semana, no Centro Cultural São Paulo.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7484115566881351728-5826395316624831047?l=euripidesafavor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://euripidesafavor.blogspot.com/feeds/5826395316624831047/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7484115566881351728&amp;postID=5826395316624831047' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484115566881351728/posts/default/5826395316624831047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484115566881351728/posts/default/5826395316624831047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://euripidesafavor.blogspot.com/2010/10/pantera.html' title='A Pantera'/><author><name>Bocão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08731523472838283082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1vJuv0_J_1c/SbaI85dTC6I/AAAAAAAAAqY/odZwUCnTZg4/S220/VA8O0320.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1vJuv0_J_1c/TKeKvW09gqI/AAAAAAAACDM/-hbvNs0uZKs/s72-c/A+Pantera.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7484115566881351728.post-677575958134605394</id><published>2010-10-02T12:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-02T12:40:11.697-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Marlene Dietrich</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1vJuv0_J_1c/TKeKUti1MFI/AAAAAAAACDE/70FI7Wwpt_0/s1600/Marlene+Dietrich+PeÃ§a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523535556420907090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1vJuv0_J_1c/TKeKUti1MFI/AAAAAAAACDE/70FI7Wwpt_0/s400/Marlene+Dietrich+Pe%C3%A7a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; A partir deste fim de semana no Solar Botafogo, Rio de Janeiro, Sylvia Bandeira encarna a diva do cinema alemão Marlene Dietrich.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&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/7484115566881351728-677575958134605394?l=euripidesafavor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://euripidesafavor.blogspot.com/feeds/677575958134605394/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7484115566881351728&amp;postID=677575958134605394' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484115566881351728/posts/default/677575958134605394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484115566881351728/posts/default/677575958134605394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://euripidesafavor.blogspot.com/2010/10/marlene-dietrich.html' title='Marlene Dietrich'/><author><name>Bocão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08731523472838283082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1vJuv0_J_1c/SbaI85dTC6I/AAAAAAAAAqY/odZwUCnTZg4/S220/VA8O0320.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1vJuv0_J_1c/TKeKUti1MFI/AAAAAAAACDE/70FI7Wwpt_0/s72-c/Marlene+Dietrich+Pe%C3%A7a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7484115566881351728.post-2388366860583608268</id><published>2010-09-30T23:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-30T23:34:00.438-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Estreia da Semana</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1vJuv0_J_1c/TKWAZ-VsS3I/AAAAAAAACC8/ykUE3qewhaQ/s1600/hell.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522961701758847858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 111px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1vJuv0_J_1c/TKWAZ-VsS3I/AAAAAAAACC8/ykUE3qewhaQ/s400/hell.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; A partir de 07 de Outubro no Teatro Fiesp - Sala Ruth Cardoso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;São Paulo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com Bárbara Paz e Ricardo Tozzi.&lt;br /&gt;Adaptação: Hector Babenco.&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/7484115566881351728-2388366860583608268?l=euripidesafavor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://euripidesafavor.blogspot.com/feeds/2388366860583608268/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7484115566881351728&amp;postID=2388366860583608268' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484115566881351728/posts/default/2388366860583608268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484115566881351728/posts/default/2388366860583608268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://euripidesafavor.blogspot.com/2010/09/estreia-da-semana_30.html' title='Estreia da Semana'/><author><name>Bocão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08731523472838283082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1vJuv0_J_1c/SbaI85dTC6I/AAAAAAAAAqY/odZwUCnTZg4/S220/VA8O0320.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1vJuv0_J_1c/TKWAZ-VsS3I/AAAAAAAACC8/ykUE3qewhaQ/s72-c/hell.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7484115566881351728.post-3661457738408227254</id><published>2010-09-27T22:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-28T17:29:52.559-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FOTO CLÁSSICA DA SEMANA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1vJuv0_J_1c/TKF6saHbrwI/AAAAAAAACCg/JKN9z37uSuY/s1600/La+Cage+aux+folles+france.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521829521476267778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 277px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1vJuv0_J_1c/TKF6saHbrwI/AAAAAAAACCg/JKN9z37uSuY/s400/La+Cage+aux+folles+france.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jean Poiret e Michel Serrault na primeira montagem de La Cage Aux Folles - A Gaiola das Loucas. Paris, 1973.&lt;/strong&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/7484115566881351728-3661457738408227254?l=euripidesafavor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://euripidesafavor.blogspot.com/feeds/3661457738408227254/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7484115566881351728&amp;postID=3661457738408227254' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484115566881351728/posts/default/3661457738408227254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484115566881351728/posts/default/3661457738408227254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://euripidesafavor.blogspot.com/2010/09/foto-classica-da-semana_27.html' title='FOTO CLÁSSICA DA SEMANA'/><author><name>Bocão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08731523472838283082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1vJuv0_J_1c/SbaI85dTC6I/AAAAAAAAAqY/odZwUCnTZg4/S220/VA8O0320.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1vJuv0_J_1c/TKF6saHbrwI/AAAAAAAACCg/JKN9z37uSuY/s72-c/La+Cage+aux+folles+france.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7484115566881351728.post-5565982094563329100</id><published>2010-09-22T09:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T10:09:25.307-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Geografia da Raiva</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1vJuv0_J_1c/TJo2XHj2m-I/AAAAAAAACCY/nhCElCz5R40/s1600/Rotunda+Liverpool.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519784064090282978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1vJuv0_J_1c/TJo2XHj2m-I/AAAAAAAACCY/nhCElCz5R40/s400/Rotunda+Liverpool.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sábias palavras de quem afirmou "Não se faz o caminho de volta". E se retorna, não é com lágrimas nem com escâdalo. É com hegemonia e fortaleza. O retorno em si deve ter objetivo, deixando de ser profícuo caso esteja emaranhado de mágoa magoada de menina colegial. Esta geração não fala muito, costumam dizer os mais velhos. Engarrafamos e entregamos o nosso ódio a quem lhes é de direito, nem sempre bem engarrado, o que tira toda a impessoalidade do ódio, o que convenhamos, é muito chato. Controle e fortaleza. Caso contrário, nem pense em retornar.&lt;/strong&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/7484115566881351728-5565982094563329100?l=euripidesafavor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://euripidesafavor.blogspot.com/feeds/5565982094563329100/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7484115566881351728&amp;postID=5565982094563329100' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484115566881351728/posts/default/5565982094563329100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484115566881351728/posts/default/5565982094563329100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://euripidesafavor.blogspot.com/2010/09/sabias-palavras-de-quem-afirmou-nao-se.html' title='A Geografia da Raiva'/><author><name>Bocão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08731523472838283082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1vJuv0_J_1c/SbaI85dTC6I/AAAAAAAAAqY/odZwUCnTZg4/S220/VA8O0320.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1vJuv0_J_1c/TJo2XHj2m-I/AAAAAAAACCY/nhCElCz5R40/s72-c/Rotunda+Liverpool.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7484115566881351728.post-6696014162796353576</id><published>2010-09-22T09:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T09:57:25.374-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1vJuv0_J_1c/TJo0igP9rQI/AAAAAAAACCQ/pHMsjmFvXCk/s1600/The+Merchant+of+Venice.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519782060673051906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1vJuv0_J_1c/TJo0igP9rQI/AAAAAAAACCQ/pHMsjmFvXCk/s400/The+Merchant+of+Venice.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Al Pacino é O MERCADOR DE VENEZA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Na Broadway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&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/7484115566881351728-6696014162796353576?l=euripidesafavor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://euripidesafavor.blogspot.com/feeds/6696014162796353576/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7484115566881351728&amp;postID=6696014162796353576' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484115566881351728/posts/default/6696014162796353576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484115566881351728/posts/default/6696014162796353576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://euripidesafavor.blogspot.com/2010/09/al-pacino-e-o-mercador-de-veneza.html' title=''/><author><name>Bocão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08731523472838283082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1vJuv0_J_1c/SbaI85dTC6I/AAAAAAAAAqY/odZwUCnTZg4/S220/VA8O0320.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1vJuv0_J_1c/TJo0igP9rQI/AAAAAAAACCQ/pHMsjmFvXCk/s72-c/The+Merchant+of+Venice.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7484115566881351728.post-6970287569641373472</id><published>2010-09-21T00:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-21T00:11:35.053-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pedro Almodovar chega a Broadway</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1vJuv0_J_1c/TJhZWUkT5TI/AAAAAAAACB4/KT07NjovShs/s1600/Women+on+a+verge+of+a+nervous+breakdown.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519259583355544882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 295px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1vJuv0_J_1c/TJhZWUkT5TI/AAAAAAAACB4/KT07NjovShs/s400/Women+on+a+verge+of+a+nervous+breakdown.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Women on a Verge of Nervous Breakdown é o primeiro filme de Pedro Almodóvar a chegar aos palcos da Broadway. Adaptado como musical por Jeffrey Lane, o espetáculo já causa furor antes mesmo de estrear. Acima, foto do elenco. A partir de 5 de Outubro, no Teatro Belasco, em Nova Iorque.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/7484115566881351728-6970287569641373472?l=euripidesafavor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://euripidesafavor.blogspot.com/feeds/6970287569641373472/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7484115566881351728&amp;postID=6970287569641373472' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484115566881351728/posts/default/6970287569641373472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484115566881351728/posts/default/6970287569641373472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://euripidesafavor.blogspot.com/2010/09/pedro-almodovar-chega-broadway.html' title='Pedro Almodovar chega a Broadway'/><author><name>Bocão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08731523472838283082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1vJuv0_J_1c/SbaI85dTC6I/AAAAAAAAAqY/odZwUCnTZg4/S220/VA8O0320.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1vJuv0_J_1c/TJhZWUkT5TI/AAAAAAAACB4/KT07NjovShs/s72-c/Women+on+a+verge+of+a+nervous+breakdown.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7484115566881351728.post-5812755445857236891</id><published>2010-09-20T09:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-20T10:03:14.784-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hell</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1vJuv0_J_1c/TJeSf8vDBtI/AAAAAAAACBw/X5hrR0bzFgg/s1600/HELL.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519040945942890194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 375px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1vJuv0_J_1c/TJeSf8vDBtI/AAAAAAAACBw/X5hrR0bzFgg/s400/HELL.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Baseado no livro de enorme sucesso de Lolita Pille, Bárbara Paz estreia em Outubro o espetáculo &lt;strong&gt;Hell&lt;/strong&gt;. Teatro Ruth Cardoso - Sesi Avenida Paulista. São Paulo. Direção de Hector Babenco.&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/7484115566881351728-5812755445857236891?l=euripidesafavor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://euripidesafavor.blogspot.com/feeds/5812755445857236891/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7484115566881351728&amp;postID=5812755445857236891' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484115566881351728/posts/default/5812755445857236891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484115566881351728/posts/default/5812755445857236891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://euripidesafavor.blogspot.com/2010/09/hell.html' title='Hell'/><author><name>Bocão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08731523472838283082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1vJuv0_J_1c/SbaI85dTC6I/AAAAAAAAAqY/odZwUCnTZg4/S220/VA8O0320.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1vJuv0_J_1c/TJeSf8vDBtI/AAAAAAAACBw/X5hrR0bzFgg/s72-c/HELL.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7484115566881351728.post-1404315985975687558</id><published>2010-09-19T22:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-13T07:49:22.578-08:00</updated><title type='text'>As Três Velhas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1vJuv0_J_1c/TJbstas8YJI/AAAAAAAACBo/dwFambFp-2M/s1600/tres-velhas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518858658395218066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 291px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1vJuv0_J_1c/TJbstas8YJI/AAAAAAAACBo/dwFambFp-2M/s400/tres-velhas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Maria Alice Vergueiro / Luciano Chirolli / Pascoal da Conceição são uma unidade de atuação a pleno vapor em As Três Velhas, uma tragicomédia grotesca do autor chileno Alejandro Jodorowski. O trio está forte e bonito e é nítido que se divertem. Maria Alice, do alto de seus tantos e tantos anos de Teatro, se esbalda na direção e interpretação deste espetáculo, que convenhamos, não é para os incautos - Um grupo de senhores saiu na metade! Não suportou uma determinada cena de sexo oral interpretada por Chirolli e um vibrador gigante. Chirolli, aliás, é um caso a parte. Dono de vigor exemplar, este ator/produtor consegue em poucos momentos, ir do ridículo ao dramático em monólogo digno de prêmio no momento em que trava uma discussão acirrada entre sua personagem, Melissa, e seu pai, o fantasma do Conde dentro de sua mente. De resto, um caso raro de canibalismo pretende encerrar o espetáculo, sendo logo amainado por um divertido epílogo chanchadeiro. Bem ao modo de Dona Alice Vergueiro, esta grande atriz digna de todas as nossas reverências.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7484115566881351728-1404315985975687558?l=euripidesafavor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://euripidesafavor.blogspot.com/feeds/1404315985975687558/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7484115566881351728&amp;postID=1404315985975687558' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484115566881351728/posts/default/1404315985975687558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484115566881351728/posts/default/1404315985975687558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://euripidesafavor.blogspot.com/2010/09/as-tres-velhas.html' title='As Três Velhas'/><author><name>Bocão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08731523472838283082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1vJuv0_J_1c/SbaI85dTC6I/AAAAAAAAAqY/odZwUCnTZg4/S220/VA8O0320.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1vJuv0_J_1c/TJbstas8YJI/AAAAAAAACBo/dwFambFp-2M/s72-c/tres-velhas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7484115566881351728.post-6572072004353856054</id><published>2010-09-19T11:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-19T11:40:35.488-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Novo Albee</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1vJuv0_J_1c/TJZWl3tazgI/AAAAAAAACBg/9f--dnMxV2I/s1600/me+myself+and+i.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518693601998720514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 187px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1vJuv0_J_1c/TJZWl3tazgI/AAAAAAAACBg/9f--dnMxV2I/s400/me+myself+and+i.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A crítica nova-iorquina está torcendo o nariz, mas a remontagem desta mais recente peça escrita por Edward Albee, em 2008, causa curiosidade e estranhamento. A trama gira em torno de uma família. Em cena, pai e mãe, que permanecem sem nome. A personagem da Mãe, progenitora de gêmeos, sente-se culpada por não saber distinguir um filho do outro. O nome escolhido por ela também não ajuda, como atesta o pai: OTTO e otto. O espetáculo dirigido por Emily Mann, constante parceira de Albee, expõe dubiedade a partir do momento em que o gêmeo OTTO se apresenta aos pais informando que está saindo de casa para se tornar chinês. Ah! E de que otto, seu irmão, não existe. Afirmação esta, logo contrariada pela namorada de otto. A partir daí, uma série de discussões a respeito da veracidade daquilo que vemos e sentimos vem à tona. Mesmo que não seja o melhor trabalho de Albee, como afirma a crítica especializada, sua obra é sempre obrigatória.&lt;/strong&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/7484115566881351728-6572072004353856054?l=euripidesafavor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://euripidesafavor.blogspot.com/feeds/6572072004353856054/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7484115566881351728&amp;postID=6572072004353856054' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484115566881351728/posts/default/6572072004353856054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484115566881351728/posts/default/6572072004353856054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://euripidesafavor.blogspot.com/2010/09/novo-albee.html' title='Novo Albee'/><author><name>Bocão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08731523472838283082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1vJuv0_J_1c/SbaI85dTC6I/AAAAAAAAAqY/odZwUCnTZg4/S220/VA8O0320.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1vJuv0_J_1c/TJZWl3tazgI/AAAAAAAACBg/9f--dnMxV2I/s72-c/me+myself+and+i.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7484115566881351728.post-226687659043623199</id><published>2010-09-18T22:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-18T23:05:14.581-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O Estrangeiro</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1vJuv0_J_1c/TJWkz0Nzk2I/AAAAAAAACBY/P1rQOazNY5w/s1600/O+Estrangeiro.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518498128509244258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1vJuv0_J_1c/TJWkz0Nzk2I/AAAAAAAACBY/P1rQOazNY5w/s400/O+Estrangeiro.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;L'Estranger, de Albert Camus, em cartaz no impostado Teatro Eva Herz, em São Paulo, é a primeira adaptação teatral desta obra de Camus no Brasil. O texto faz parte do ciclo do absurdo do autor, que inclui a peça teatral Calígula - coincidentemente em cartaz no Rio de Janeiro - e o ensaio O Mito de Sísifo. Encenado milimetricamente por um contido Guilherme Leme, a obra explode de tensão a partir do momento em que o personagem, Meursault, comete um assassinato e é julgado num brilhante jogo de cena de Leme com a plateia. A direção de Vera Holtz privilegia o ator e nas palavras da própria atriz/diretora, taca fogo na discussão existencialista proposta pelo autor, afinal, o personagem é mais condenado pela sua indiferença com a vida do que com o assassinato propriamente dito. E Deus nos livre sermos indiferentes aos sentimentos da sociedade.&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/7484115566881351728-226687659043623199?l=euripidesafavor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://euripidesafavor.blogspot.com/feeds/226687659043623199/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7484115566881351728&amp;postID=226687659043623199' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484115566881351728/posts/default/226687659043623199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484115566881351728/posts/default/226687659043623199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://euripidesafavor.blogspot.com/2010/09/o-estrangeiro.html' title='O Estrangeiro'/><author><name>Bocão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08731523472838283082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1vJuv0_J_1c/SbaI85dTC6I/AAAAAAAAAqY/odZwUCnTZg4/S220/VA8O0320.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1vJuv0_J_1c/TJWkz0Nzk2I/AAAAAAAACBY/P1rQOazNY5w/s72-c/O+Estrangeiro.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7484115566881351728.post-7427506755948056030</id><published>2010-09-17T23:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-17T23:16:20.532-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Foto Clássica do Mês</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1vJuv0_J_1c/TJRYws5orPI/AAAAAAAACBQ/19wvr04ewpU/s1600/As+Boas+1991.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518133037145566450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 258px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 380px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1vJuv0_J_1c/TJRYws5orPI/AAAAAAAACBQ/19wvr04ewpU/s400/As+Boas+1991.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Raul Cortez em "AS BOAS"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Baseado em As Criadas, de Jean Genet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Teatro Cultura Artística, São Paulo (1991)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7484115566881351728-7427506755948056030?l=euripidesafavor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://euripidesafavor.blogspot.com/feeds/7427506755948056030/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7484115566881351728&amp;postID=7427506755948056030' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484115566881351728/posts/default/7427506755948056030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484115566881351728/posts/default/7427506755948056030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://euripidesafavor.blogspot.com/2010/09/foto-classica-do-mes.html' title='Foto Clássica do Mês'/><author><name>Bocão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08731523472838283082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1vJuv0_J_1c/SbaI85dTC6I/AAAAAAAAAqY/odZwUCnTZg4/S220/VA8O0320.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1vJuv0_J_1c/TJRYws5orPI/AAAAAAAACBQ/19wvr04ewpU/s72-c/As+Boas+1991.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7484115566881351728.post-3687805469136418619</id><published>2010-09-17T22:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-17T22:51:10.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'>La Bête/The Beast</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1vJuv0_J_1c/TJRRfO6EcRI/AAAAAAAACBI/aSBkkBIioaI/s1600/LaB%C3%AAte2309.png"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518125040455151890" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 205px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1vJuv0_J_1c/TJRRfO6EcRI/AAAAAAAACBI/aSBkkBIioaI/s400/LaB%C3%AAte2309.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Sensação dos palcos londrinos chega a Nova Iorque no próximo 23 de Setembro. Com estrelas de primeira grandeza como Joanna Lumley e David Hyde Pierce - Ela Patsy na amalucada Britcom Absolutely Fabulous, Ele Niles Crane em Frasier, a comédia é um retrato da vida em Teatro na França do século XVIII. O espetáculo é uma remontagem do texto de David Hirson, que escrito em 1991, retorna aos palcos da Broadway após ter fracassado naquele mesmo ano. O espírito é de revanche.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7484115566881351728-3687805469136418619?l=euripidesafavor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://euripidesafavor.blogspot.com/feeds/3687805469136418619/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7484115566881351728&amp;postID=3687805469136418619' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484115566881351728/posts/default/3687805469136418619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484115566881351728/posts/default/3687805469136418619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://euripidesafavor.blogspot.com/2010/09/la-betethe-beast.html' title='La Bête/The Beast'/><author><name>Bocão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08731523472838283082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1vJuv0_J_1c/SbaI85dTC6I/AAAAAAAAAqY/odZwUCnTZg4/S220/VA8O0320.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1vJuv0_J_1c/TJRRfO6EcRI/AAAAAAAACBI/aSBkkBIioaI/s72-c/LaB%C3%AAte2309.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7484115566881351728.post-6555166028074793315</id><published>2010-09-17T22:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-17T22:58:59.528-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Corre-corre</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1vJuv0_J_1c/TJRQjMlWvXI/AAAAAAAACBA/qbbIoSp0d8M/s1600/83.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518124009039248754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 334px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1vJuv0_J_1c/TJRQjMlWvXI/AAAAAAAACBA/qbbIoSp0d8M/s400/83.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Faz, desfaz, refaz e leva e traz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;No fim da correria, histórias e colagens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;De São Paulo, com amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Writing Le Bal&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7484115566881351728-6555166028074793315?l=euripidesafavor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://euripidesafavor.blogspot.com/feeds/6555166028074793315/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7484115566881351728&amp;postID=6555166028074793315' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484115566881351728/posts/default/6555166028074793315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484115566881351728/posts/default/6555166028074793315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://euripidesafavor.blogspot.com/2010/09/corre-corre.html' title='Corre-corre'/><author><name>Bocão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08731523472838283082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1vJuv0_J_1c/SbaI85dTC6I/AAAAAAAAAqY/odZwUCnTZg4/S220/VA8O0320.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1vJuv0_J_1c/TJRQjMlWvXI/AAAAAAAACBA/qbbIoSp0d8M/s72-c/83.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7484115566881351728.post-4061870484963825558</id><published>2010-09-17T10:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-17T14:05:33.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Estreia da Semana</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1vJuv0_J_1c/TJOsZ0yXy5I/AAAAAAAACA4/7p1R3TFnpzg/s1600/Hedwig.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517943528125614994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 326px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 360px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1vJuv0_J_1c/TJOsZ0yXy5I/AAAAAAAACA4/7p1R3TFnpzg/s400/Hedwig.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; "Hedwig e o Centímetro Enfurecido"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;de John Cameron Mitchel&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Adaptação e Direção de Evandro Mesquita&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Com Pierre Baitelli e Paulo Vilhena&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Teatro das Artes, Rio de Janeiro&lt;/strong&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/7484115566881351728-4061870484963825558?l=euripidesafavor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://euripidesafavor.blogspot.com/feeds/4061870484963825558/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7484115566881351728&amp;postID=4061870484963825558' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484115566881351728/posts/default/4061870484963825558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484115566881351728/posts/default/4061870484963825558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://euripidesafavor.blogspot.com/2010/09/estreia-da-semana.html' title='Estreia da Semana'/><author><name>Bocão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08731523472838283082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1vJuv0_J_1c/SbaI85dTC6I/AAAAAAAAAqY/odZwUCnTZg4/S220/VA8O0320.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1vJuv0_J_1c/TJOsZ0yXy5I/AAAAAAAACA4/7p1R3TFnpzg/s72-c/Hedwig.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7484115566881351728.post-4738421471062437702</id><published>2010-09-15T23:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-15T23:37:15.717-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Maria do Caritó</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1vJuv0_J_1c/TJG6n2M9ARI/AAAAAAAACAw/4tJ0Up5O7U8/s1600/MariadoCarit%C3%B3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517396212233077010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1vJuv0_J_1c/TJG6n2M9ARI/AAAAAAAACAw/4tJ0Up5O7U8/s400/MariadoCarit%C3%B3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Lília Cabral em sessão de fotos de seu novo espetáculo "Maria do Caritó".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;De Newton Moreno e direção de João Falcão. A partir desta sexta, no Teatro das Artes, Shopping da Gávea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/7484115566881351728-4738421471062437702?l=euripidesafavor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://euripidesafavor.blogspot.com/feeds/4738421471062437702/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7484115566881351728&amp;postID=4738421471062437702' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484115566881351728/posts/default/4738421471062437702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484115566881351728/posts/default/4738421471062437702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://euripidesafavor.blogspot.com/2010/09/maria-do-carito.html' title='Maria do Caritó'/><author><name>Bocão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08731523472838283082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1vJuv0_J_1c/SbaI85dTC6I/AAAAAAAAAqY/odZwUCnTZg4/S220/VA8O0320.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1vJuv0_J_1c/TJG6n2M9ARI/AAAAAAAACAw/4tJ0Up5O7U8/s72-c/MariadoCarit%C3%B3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7484115566881351728.post-8792378389221156532</id><published>2010-09-15T21:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-15T21:13:34.627-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Festa de Abigail</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1vJuv0_J_1c/TJGYhhpCidI/AAAAAAAACAg/wSZBaO6XLb0/s1600/A+Festa+de+Abigail+2010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517358720239176146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 272px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1vJuv0_J_1c/TJGYhhpCidI/AAAAAAAACAg/wSZBaO6XLb0/s400/A+Festa+de+Abigail+2010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Após ser vista por mais de 40 mil pessoas, reestreou em São Paulo, no último dia 14, a temporada 2010 da peça "A Festa de Abigail", de Mike Leigh. Em cartaz no Teatro Mube, no Jardim Paulista, a nova montagem conta com Ester Lacava, Fernanda Couto (Remanescentes do elenco original), William Amaral, Edu Guimarães e Fernanda Carlucci. O espetáculo fica em cartaz até o dia 15 de Dezembro.&lt;/strong&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/7484115566881351728-8792378389221156532?l=euripidesafavor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://euripidesafavor.blogspot.com/feeds/8792378389221156532/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7484115566881351728&amp;postID=8792378389221156532' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484115566881351728/posts/default/8792378389221156532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484115566881351728/posts/default/8792378389221156532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://euripidesafavor.blogspot.com/2010/09/festa-de-abigail.html' title='A Festa de Abigail'/><author><name>Bocão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08731523472838283082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1vJuv0_J_1c/SbaI85dTC6I/AAAAAAAAAqY/odZwUCnTZg4/S220/VA8O0320.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1vJuv0_J_1c/TJGYhhpCidI/AAAAAAAACAg/wSZBaO6XLb0/s72-c/A+Festa+de+Abigail+2010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7484115566881351728.post-4689793663078617169</id><published>2010-09-13T21:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-13T21:18:05.985-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Versão Francesa</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1vJuv0_J_1c/TI73EOsBBpI/AAAAAAAACAY/beDa4JaVPO8/s1600/KramerXKramer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516618245609686674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 270px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1vJuv0_J_1c/TI73EOsBBpI/AAAAAAAACAY/beDa4JaVPO8/s400/KramerXKramer.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Estreou na última semana em Paris a primeira versão teatral do filme Kramer Vs. Kramer, imortalizado por Dustin Hoffman e Meryl Streep na década de 70. A trama discorre o alento de uma mãe, que mesmo após abandono de lar, reivindica a guarda do filho.&lt;/strong&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/7484115566881351728-4689793663078617169?l=euripidesafavor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://euripidesafavor.blogspot.com/feeds/4689793663078617169/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7484115566881351728&amp;postID=4689793663078617169' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484115566881351728/posts/default/4689793663078617169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484115566881351728/posts/default/4689793663078617169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://euripidesafavor.blogspot.com/2010/09/versao-francesa.html' title='Versão Francesa'/><author><name>Bocão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08731523472838283082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1vJuv0_J_1c/SbaI85dTC6I/AAAAAAAAAqY/odZwUCnTZg4/S220/VA8O0320.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1vJuv0_J_1c/TI73EOsBBpI/AAAAAAAACAY/beDa4JaVPO8/s72-c/KramerXKramer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7484115566881351728.post-5642310767979456549</id><published>2010-09-13T21:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-13T21:15:49.094-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Foto Clássica da Semana</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1vJuv0_J_1c/TI72pZlKyBI/AAAAAAAACAQ/hxDBG1E3mGg/s1600/O+Caso+da+Rua+ao+Lado+elenco.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516617784677287954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1vJuv0_J_1c/TI72pZlKyBI/AAAAAAAACAQ/hxDBG1E3mGg/s400/O+Caso+da+Rua+ao+Lado+elenco.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; "O Caso da Rua ao Lado"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;de Eugene Labiche&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Com Luis Fernando Guimarães, Otávio Muller e Marisa Orth&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tom Brasil (2003)&lt;/strong&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/7484115566881351728-5642310767979456549?l=euripidesafavor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://euripidesafavor.blogspot.com/feeds/5642310767979456549/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7484115566881351728&amp;postID=5642310767979456549' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484115566881351728/posts/default/5642310767979456549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484115566881351728/posts/default/5642310767979456549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://euripidesafavor.blogspot.com/2010/09/foto-classica-da-semana_13.html' title='Foto Clássica da Semana'/><author><name>Bocão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08731523472838283082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1vJuv0_J_1c/SbaI85dTC6I/AAAAAAAAAqY/odZwUCnTZg4/S220/VA8O0320.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1vJuv0_J_1c/TI72pZlKyBI/AAAAAAAACAQ/hxDBG1E3mGg/s72-c/O+Caso+da+Rua+ao+Lado+elenco.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7484115566881351728.post-3342628222154842120</id><published>2010-09-13T14:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-13T14:56:57.764-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Respeito pelo palco</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1vJuv0_J_1c/TI6dRIie10I/AAAAAAAACAI/U2EWvZLdoIw/s1600/Doido.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516519511250884418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 257px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 343px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1vJuv0_J_1c/TI6dRIie10I/AAAAAAAACAI/U2EWvZLdoIw/s400/Doido.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Elias Andreato apresenta todo o seu amor e respeito pelo palco neste monólogo de 50 minutos, intitulado de "Doido". Costurado por textos de grandes pensadores do Teatro, como Shakespeare, Maiacovski, Antonin Artaud e outros como Van Gogh - estes dois últimos, já interpretados em solos pelo ator - é uma ode ao Teatro. É fascinante a simplicidade empregada pelo ator, um baluarte do Teatro Nacional, nos fazendo lembrar de que o palco é um lugar sagrado e que deve ser mantido apenas por aqueles que nutrem o mesmo respeito. Doido continua em cartaz no simpático Espaço Cultural Tom Jobim, no Jardim Botânico.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/7484115566881351728-3342628222154842120?l=euripidesafavor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://euripidesafavor.blogspot.com/feeds/3342628222154842120/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7484115566881351728&amp;postID=3342628222154842120' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484115566881351728/posts/default/3342628222154842120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484115566881351728/posts/default/3342628222154842120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://euripidesafavor.blogspot.com/2010/09/respeito-pelo-palco.html' title='Respeito pelo palco'/><author><name>Bocão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08731523472838283082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1vJuv0_J_1c/SbaI85dTC6I/AAAAAAAAAqY/odZwUCnTZg4/S220/VA8O0320.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1vJuv0_J_1c/TI6dRIie10I/AAAAAAAACAI/U2EWvZLdoIw/s72-c/Doido.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7484115566881351728.post-2259196334889361058</id><published>2010-09-13T14:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-13T14:52:38.168-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Loba de Ray-Ban</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1vJuv0_J_1c/TI6bjKCxWpI/AAAAAAAACAA/p_49PaRO1r4/s1600/Lobaderay-ban.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516517621869140626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 244px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1vJuv0_J_1c/TI6bjKCxWpI/AAAAAAAACAA/p_49PaRO1r4/s400/Lobaderay-ban.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Renato Borghi escreveu um clássico atemporal. Dedicado a Dina Sfat, A Loba de Ray-Ban apresenta Júlia Ferraz (Christiane Torloni), famosa atriz dona de uma companhia estável. Bissexual e em crise no seu casamento com o também ator Paulo (Leonardo Franco), Júlia enfrenta dissolução de sua companhia e de seu relacionamento com a atriz iniciante Fernanda Porto (Maria Maya). A Loba é visualmente um grande espetáculo e apresenta um triângulo amoroso fascinante, uma vez que a discussão do tema é apresentada de maneira envolvente e sofisticada. As duas horas de espetáculo passam voando e a plateia popular do Teatro Carlos Gomes vibra com as reviravoltas pouco usuais do drama. A Loba de Ray-Ban é um tratado sobre a vida em teatro. Direção de José Possi Neto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/7484115566881351728-2259196334889361058?l=euripidesafavor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://euripidesafavor.blogspot.com/feeds/2259196334889361058/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7484115566881351728&amp;postID=2259196334889361058' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484115566881351728/posts/default/2259196334889361058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484115566881351728/posts/default/2259196334889361058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://euripidesafavor.blogspot.com/2010/09/loba-de-ray-ban.html' title='A Loba de Ray-Ban'/><author><name>Bocão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08731523472838283082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1vJuv0_J_1c/SbaI85dTC6I/AAAAAAAAAqY/odZwUCnTZg4/S220/VA8O0320.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1vJuv0_J_1c/TI6bjKCxWpI/AAAAAAAACAA/p_49PaRO1r4/s72-c/Lobaderay-ban.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7484115566881351728.post-581211461174432671</id><published>2010-09-13T14:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-28T17:33:26.107-07:00</updated><title type='text'>45 anos de carreira!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1vJuv0_J_1c/TKKJQav0AkI/AAAAAAAACCw/01jJ0EksiFs/s1600/PterodÃ¡tilos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522127008260424258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1vJuv0_J_1c/TKKJQav0AkI/AAAAAAAACCw/01jJ0EksiFs/s400/Pterod%C3%A1tilos.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Marco Nanini comemora 45 anos de carreira em excelente forma com o brilhante texto do autor norte-americano Nicky Silver: Pterodátilos. Já encenada por Nanini e pelo diretor Felipe Hirsch - também encenador desta montagem - como um quadro da peça "Os Solitários", em 2001, a peça é um achado muito mordaz sobre família e consumo. A peça, longe de ser convencional, apresenta Nanini se desdobrando em dois papéis, o de Arthur, o chefe da família presidente de um banco que não sabe expressar emoções, e o da efusiva filha de Arthur, Emma, uma adolescente virgem. Co-protagonizada por Mariana Lima como a superficial mãe, Álamo Facó, como o filho soropositivo - e com esta revelação emudece a risonha plateia, a partir daqui muito incomodada, e Felip Abib, noivo pobre de Emma obrigado a se tornar empregada da casa, com direito a uniforme e tudo, o espetáculo resulta numa excelente metáfora a respeito da extinção dos dogmas familiares. Para compor esta destruição generalizada, o cenário de Daniela Thomas dispõe de buracos no chão do palco, verdadeiras arapucas para os personagens/atores, porém visualmente fantástico. A luz de Beto Bruel é fantástica e remete a uma era negra, de pouca luz. Pterodátilos não é simples. É cruel, pestilento e fascinante. Nicky Silver é um autor que merece ser mais montado no Brasil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/7484115566881351728-581211461174432671?l=euripidesafavor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://euripidesafavor.blogspot.com/feeds/581211461174432671/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7484115566881351728&amp;postID=581211461174432671' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484115566881351728/posts/default/581211461174432671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484115566881351728/posts/default/581211461174432671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://euripidesafavor.blogspot.com/2010/09/45-anos-de-carreira.html' title='45 anos de carreira!'/><author><name>Bocão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08731523472838283082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1vJuv0_J_1c/SbaI85dTC6I/AAAAAAAAAqY/odZwUCnTZg4/S220/VA8O0320.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1vJuv0_J_1c/TKKJQav0AkI/AAAAAAAACCw/01jJ0EksiFs/s72-c/Pterod%C3%A1tilos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7484115566881351728.post-3353820360266302435</id><published>2010-09-13T14:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-13T14:30:42.752-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pool (No Water)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1vJuv0_J_1c/TI6X0X2Xd-I/AAAAAAAAB_w/FW1hqplhVeo/s1600/Pool+(No+Water).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516513519586473954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 263px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1vJuv0_J_1c/TI6X0X2Xd-I/AAAAAAAAB_w/FW1hqplhVeo/s400/Pool+(No+Water).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Acima, cartaz da montagem australiana de Piscina (Sem Água).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Vale lembrar que o texto foi escrito por encomenda para um grupo de dança.&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/7484115566881351728-3353820360266302435?l=euripidesafavor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://euripidesafavor.blogspot.com/feeds/3353820360266302435/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7484115566881351728&amp;postID=3353820360266302435' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484115566881351728/posts/default/3353820360266302435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484115566881351728/posts/default/3353820360266302435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://euripidesafavor.blogspot.com/2010/09/pool-no-water.html' title='Pool (No Water)'/><author><name>Bocão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08731523472838283082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1vJuv0_J_1c/SbaI85dTC6I/AAAAAAAAAqY/odZwUCnTZg4/S220/VA8O0320.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1vJuv0_J_1c/TI6X0X2Xd-I/AAAAAAAAB_w/FW1hqplhVeo/s72-c/Pool+(No+Water).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7484115566881351728.post-3707844144954518468</id><published>2010-09-13T14:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-13T14:25:02.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bárbara Heliodora ficou louca</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1vJuv0_J_1c/TI6UGGMlNoI/AAAAAAAAB_o/Jo-FMGdouEM/s1600/mais-respeito-que-sou-tua-mae.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516509426038945410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 259px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1vJuv0_J_1c/TI6UGGMlNoI/AAAAAAAAB_o/Jo-FMGdouEM/s400/mais-respeito-que-sou-tua-mae.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Assíduo admirador da dupla Claudia Jimenez/Miguel Falabella, é com muito pesar que informo aos meus dois leitores de que "Mais Respeito que sou Tua Mãe!", em cartaz no Teatro do Leblon, Rio de Janeiro, é um erro. Baseada na obra do argentino Hernán Casciari e adaptada para o teatro pelo famoso humorista argentino Antonio Gasalla, o espetáculo enfrenta um grande problema no Brasil: A mãe foi escrita para ser encenada por um homem, de preferência grande comediante de alto poder histriônico, que faça o público rir do início ao fim dentro de uma bata e um avental. O texto, focado numa família de classe C da América Latina, que luta para se manter unida diante da miséria financeira, flerta com o grotesco - característica infelizmente comedida pelo diretor nesta versão. A fraqueza do texto poderia ter sido eliminada caso a sujeira estivesse mais presente. Mesmo assim, Bárbara Heliodora louvou e a classe média, identificadíssima com esta comédia televisiva, promete lotar a pequena sala Marília Pêra.&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/7484115566881351728-3707844144954518468?l=euripidesafavor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://euripidesafavor.blogspot.com/feeds/3707844144954518468/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7484115566881351728&amp;postID=3707844144954518468' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484115566881351728/posts/default/3707844144954518468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484115566881351728/posts/default/3707844144954518468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://euripidesafavor.blogspot.com/2010/09/barbara-heliodora-ficou-louca.html' title='Bárbara Heliodora ficou louca'/><author><name>Bocão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08731523472838283082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1vJuv0_J_1c/SbaI85dTC6I/AAAAAAAAAqY/odZwUCnTZg4/S220/VA8O0320.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1vJuv0_J_1c/TI6UGGMlNoI/AAAAAAAAB_o/Jo-FMGdouEM/s72-c/mais-respeito-que-sou-tua-mae.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7484115566881351728.post-4866335779274299251</id><published>2010-09-13T13:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-13T07:51:21.690-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Deus da Carnificina? Nem tanto...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1vJuv0_J_1c/TKKHBArpkjI/AAAAAAAACCo/YYDroEFqepo/s1600/God+of+carnage+brasilk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522124544542347826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 322px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1vJuv0_J_1c/TKKHBArpkjI/AAAAAAAACCo/YYDroEFqepo/s400/God+of+carnage+brasilk.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; A dramaturga argelina radicada na França Yasmina Reza sempre esteve em moda. Por algum motivo, seus textos cravam no espectador médio uma empatia imediata. Desde sua estreia promissora em "Arte" (Art - 1995) ao seu mais recente trabalho Deus da Carnificina (Dieu de Carnage), vencedor de todos os prêmios na França, Reino Unido, Estados Unidos e Suiça, adeptos de um teatro de tese, sua dramaturgia viaja o mundo. O Brasil, pouco afeito a este tipo de Teatro, encontra uma forte barreira. De início, o tema da violência encarado na peça não chega a nos tocar. Afinal, quem vai se importar com a briga de dois garotos de classe média alta, filhos de casais yuppies, quando nosso maior problema são morros tomados pelas drogas e balas perdidas? A discussão fica vazia e expõe, de maneira ingênua, o comportamento de uma classe média burguesa e melindrada. Infelizmente, Deus da Carnificina oferece pouco para o título que tem. A direção de Emílio de Mello e atuação do elenco - com excessão de um safo Paulo Betti - apresenta um ponto de vista muito "sala de casa", muito "atores e diretores" levando a preocupação de sua própria vivência com os filhos para o palco, destruindo qualquer sarcasmo que possa corroer mais. Pura pedagogia. Deus da Carnificina, em cartaz no Teatro Maison de France, Rio de Janeiro, é melindrado, patético e politicamente correto. E por isso mesmo, pode ser o grande sucesso da temporada carioca em 2010. Fico com Albee.&lt;/strong&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/7484115566881351728-4866335779274299251?l=euripidesafavor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://euripidesafavor.blogspot.com/feeds/4866335779274299251/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7484115566881351728&amp;postID=4866335779274299251' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484115566881351728/posts/default/4866335779274299251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484115566881351728/posts/default/4866335779274299251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://euripidesafavor.blogspot.com/2010/09/deus-da-carnificina-nem-tanto.html' title='Deus da Carnificina? Nem tanto...'/><author><name>Bocão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08731523472838283082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1vJuv0_J_1c/SbaI85dTC6I/AAAAAAAAAqY/odZwUCnTZg4/S220/VA8O0320.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1vJuv0_J_1c/TKKHBArpkjI/AAAAAAAACCo/YYDroEFqepo/s72-c/God+of+carnage+brasilk.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7484115566881351728.post-3338762264156306271</id><published>2010-09-13T13:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-13T13:51:28.768-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Piscina (Sem Água)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1vJuv0_J_1c/TI6NgQVipEI/AAAAAAAAB_Y/GY2iSBltjbs/s1600/Piscina+(Sem+%C3%A1gua).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516502178856084546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 370px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1vJuv0_J_1c/TI6NgQVipEI/AAAAAAAAB_Y/GY2iSBltjbs/s400/Piscina+(Sem+%C3%A1gua).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Um fantástico enredo para os admiradores do bom teatro. Encenada no Teatro Cultura Inglesa, em São Paulo, este texto do inglês Mark Ravenhill, fala sobre a falência múltipla do caráter do artista num mundo dominado pela fama, sucesso e glamour. Em cena, os ótimos atores se desdobram numa correria alucinada ao contar a história de um grupo alternativos ofuscados pela fama e fortuna da única artista do grupo a fazer parte do panteão de estrelas das artes plásticas. Em tom, ora cruel, ora patético, Piscina (Sem Água) expõe uma verdade suja e mórbida: Até que ponto a tragédia pessoal do artista é benéfica para a sua conta bancária?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/7484115566881351728-3338762264156306271?l=euripidesafavor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://euripidesafavor.blogspot.com/feeds/3338762264156306271/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7484115566881351728&amp;postID=3338762264156306271' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484115566881351728/posts/default/3338762264156306271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484115566881351728/posts/default/3338762264156306271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://euripidesafavor.blogspot.com/2010/09/piscina-sem-agua.html' title='Piscina (Sem Água)'/><author><name>Bocão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08731523472838283082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1vJuv0_J_1c/SbaI85dTC6I/AAAAAAAAAqY/odZwUCnTZg4/S220/VA8O0320.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1vJuv0_J_1c/TI6NgQVipEI/AAAAAAAAB_Y/GY2iSBltjbs/s72-c/Piscina+(Sem+%C3%A1gua).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7484115566881351728.post-5177581774142192063</id><published>2010-09-01T02:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T02:25:08.551-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Foto Clássica da Semana</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1vJuv0_J_1c/TH4blezI4RI/AAAAAAAAB_I/lZExE4usWCE/s1600/Com+a+Pulga+Atr%C3%A1s+da+Orelha+1960.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511873324684730642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 273px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1vJuv0_J_1c/TH4blezI4RI/AAAAAAAAB_I/lZExE4usWCE/s400/Com+a+Pulga+Atr%C3%A1s+da+Orelha+1960.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "Com a Pulga Atrás da Orelha"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;de George Feydou&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Teatro Ginástico (1960)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7484115566881351728-5177581774142192063?l=euripidesafavor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://euripidesafavor.blogspot.com/feeds/5177581774142192063/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7484115566881351728&amp;postID=5177581774142192063' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484115566881351728/posts/default/5177581774142192063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484115566881351728/posts/default/5177581774142192063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://euripidesafavor.blogspot.com/2010/09/foto-classica-da-semana.html' title='Foto Clássica da Semana'/><author><name>Bocão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08731523472838283082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1vJuv0_J_1c/SbaI85dTC6I/AAAAAAAAAqY/odZwUCnTZg4/S220/VA8O0320.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1vJuv0_J_1c/TH4blezI4RI/AAAAAAAAB_I/lZExE4usWCE/s72-c/Com+a+Pulga+Atr%C3%A1s+da+Orelha+1960.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7484115566881351728.post-1276801161119711455</id><published>2010-08-31T19:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-31T19:07:42.277-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pré-estreia hoje!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1vJuv0_J_1c/TH20x_LagxI/AAAAAAAAB-w/-XyQ8Twktuc/s1600/Deus+da+Carnifician.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511760289837253394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 192px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1vJuv0_J_1c/TH20x_LagxI/AAAAAAAAB-w/-XyQ8Twktuc/s400/Deus+da+Carnifician.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pré-estreia hoje para convidados de "O Deus da Carnificina", de Yasmina Reza.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Direção de Emílio de Mello.&lt;br /&gt;Com Júlia Lemmertz, Paulo Betti, Déborah Evelyn e Orã Figueiredo.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Teatro Maison de France, Rio de Janeiro.&lt;/strong&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/7484115566881351728-1276801161119711455?l=euripidesafavor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://euripidesafavor.blogspot.com/feeds/1276801161119711455/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7484115566881351728&amp;postID=1276801161119711455' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484115566881351728/posts/default/1276801161119711455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484115566881351728/posts/default/1276801161119711455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://euripidesafavor.blogspot.com/2010/08/pre-estreia-hoje.html' title='Pré-estreia hoje!'/><author><name>Bocão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08731523472838283082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1vJuv0_J_1c/SbaI85dTC6I/AAAAAAAAAqY/odZwUCnTZg4/S220/VA8O0320.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1vJuv0_J_1c/TH20x_LagxI/AAAAAAAAB-w/-XyQ8Twktuc/s72-c/Deus+da+Carnifician.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7484115566881351728.post-1338771651114504599</id><published>2010-08-31T11:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-31T11:47:18.769-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Às Favas com os Escrúpulos!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1vJuv0_J_1c/TH1KApAAflI/AAAAAAAAB-o/wjZ8f7RrFFU/s1600/%C3%80s+Favas!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511642893837696594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1vJuv0_J_1c/TH1KApAAflI/AAAAAAAAB-o/wjZ8f7RrFFU/s400/%C3%80s+Favas!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A foto acima representa, aproximadamente, 140 anos de Teatro. Hoje tive o privilégio de ler o último texto escrito por Juca de Oliveira para o tablado: Às Favas com os Escrúpulos, da coleção Melhor Teatro. Escrito para que Bibi Ferreira retornasse ao Teatro de prosa, o texto apresenta uma lição de construção dramatúrgica. Lucilla, professora aposentada, é casada com o Senador Bernardo. Homem de reputação ilibada, jamais passaria pela cabeça de sua mulher uma traição e conta bancária no exterior. Porém, é isto o que acontece. E é quando o personagem de Lucilla/Bibi cresce, indignada por nunca ter conhecido o homem com quem se casou. O monólogo de Lucilla bêbada e amargurada é impressionante e muito engraçado. E relembra os grandes momentos da personagem Vera, em É!..., do colega de comédias Millôr Fernandes, que por sinal deve ter servido como inspiração para este espetáculo da mulher traída. As reviravoltas são críveis e o interlocutor se regojiza através de Lucilla, que num arroubo de vingança, finaliza o espetáculo: "E como o diria o Coronel, Às Favas com os Escrúpulos!". Atenção para o prefácio de cada obra, que cita de David Mamet a Tom Cavalcante, sem esquecer das sábias palavras de que a comédia deve ser feita sempre de maneira muito séria, afinal, é o drama dos personagens que nos leva a gargalhar. Juca também deixa a pérola, textualizando Bibi: Em comédia, deve haver muita luz. Pois ela está inserida nos olhos dos atores. Anotado e gravado!&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/7484115566881351728-1338771651114504599?l=euripidesafavor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://euripidesafavor.blogspot.com/feeds/1338771651114504599/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7484115566881351728&amp;postID=1338771651114504599' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484115566881351728/posts/default/1338771651114504599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484115566881351728/posts/default/1338771651114504599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://euripidesafavor.blogspot.com/2010/08/as-favas-com-os-escrupulos.html' title='Às Favas com os Escrúpulos!'/><author><name>Bocão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08731523472838283082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1vJuv0_J_1c/SbaI85dTC6I/AAAAAAAAAqY/odZwUCnTZg4/S220/VA8O0320.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1vJuv0_J_1c/TH1KApAAflI/AAAAAAAAB-o/wjZ8f7RrFFU/s72-c/%C3%80s+Favas!.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7484115566881351728.post-1581425172242260705</id><published>2010-08-30T21:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T21:48:50.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Marion Cotillard</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1vJuv0_J_1c/THyHbVXW13I/AAAAAAAAB-Y/gYc0yxzVC-4/s1600/MarionCotillard.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511428947655972722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 398px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1vJuv0_J_1c/THyHbVXW13I/AAAAAAAAB-Y/gYc0yxzVC-4/s400/MarionCotillard.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Segue abaixo uma única frase, que provavelmente define a melhor atriz surgida na última década, Marion Cotillard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"The most ASTONISHING immersion of one performer into the body and SOUL of another i've ever encountered in a film"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;- Stephen Holden, The New York Times para La Môme Piaf.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7484115566881351728-1581425172242260705?l=euripidesafavor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://euripidesafavor.blogspot.com/feeds/1581425172242260705/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7484115566881351728&amp;postID=1581425172242260705' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484115566881351728/posts/default/1581425172242260705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484115566881351728/posts/default/1581425172242260705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://euripidesafavor.blogspot.com/2010/08/marion-cotillard.html' title='Marion Cotillard'/><author><name>Bocão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08731523472838283082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1vJuv0_J_1c/SbaI85dTC6I/AAAAAAAAAqY/odZwUCnTZg4/S220/VA8O0320.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1vJuv0_J_1c/THyHbVXW13I/AAAAAAAAB-Y/gYc0yxzVC-4/s72-c/MarionCotillard.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7484115566881351728.post-576944835424636413</id><published>2010-08-30T01:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-15T15:10:07.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Careço de Afeto/Padeço de Amor</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1vJuv0_J_1c/THxmq67Yu7I/AAAAAAAAB-I/Lk2iEAYIqwo/s1600/Viviane+Tavares.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511392931553524658" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 311px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1vJuv0_J_1c/THxmq67Yu7I/AAAAAAAAB-I/Lk2iEAYIqwo/s400/Viviane+Tavares.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Que&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; dor é evitar deitar, uma vez que não há mais propósito se você não está lá.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7484115566881351728-576944835424636413?l=euripidesafavor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://euripidesafavor.blogspot.com/feeds/576944835424636413/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7484115566881351728&amp;postID=576944835424636413' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484115566881351728/posts/default/576944835424636413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484115566881351728/posts/default/576944835424636413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://euripidesafavor.blogspot.com/2010/08/careco-de-afetopadeco-de-amor.html' title='Careço de Afeto/Padeço de Amor'/><author><name>Bocão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08731523472838283082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1vJuv0_J_1c/SbaI85dTC6I/AAAAAAAAAqY/odZwUCnTZg4/S220/VA8O0320.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1vJuv0_J_1c/THxmq67Yu7I/AAAAAAAAB-I/Lk2iEAYIqwo/s72-c/Viviane+Tavares.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7484115566881351728.post-1857779549358347530</id><published>2010-08-28T19:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T01:17:51.553-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A La Italiana!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1vJuv0_J_1c/THnJ9YI0zXI/AAAAAAAAB94/E4gPv8jMDxc/s1600/Porca+Mis%C3%A9ria.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510657675353181554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 280px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1vJuv0_J_1c/THnJ9YI0zXI/AAAAAAAAB94/E4gPv8jMDxc/s400/Porca+Mis%C3%A9ria.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Jandira Martini e Marcos Caruso já nos brindaram com muitas de suas comédias, porém a que mais toca o coração - e o bolso do paulistano da gema - talvez seja esta "Porca Miséria", de 1994. Centrada num núcleo pobre do Bixiga, uma família de descendentes italianos encontra-se até os dentes em dívidas. E para sobreviver, vivem da venda de mobílias afetivas - as quais acabam não rendendo muito - e de pequenos golpes praticados por Donato, um dos irmãos da família. A fé permanece no irmão sumido Lívio, um dentista com consultório nos Jardins que supostamente se deu bem na vida. Porém, não contavam que Lívio, assim como os demais, também se encontrava em plena banca rota. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Porca Miséria fez tanto sucesso que o SBT, à época buscando um concorrente a altura de Sai de Baixo, comprou os direitos da peça e encomendou uma temporada de episódios para levar ao ar. Infelizmente, o programa não decolou. Mas a peça, permanece atualíssima. Em cena, Regina Galdino, Ariel Moshe e Marcos Caruso no antigo teatro Jardel Filho (1996).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7484115566881351728-1857779549358347530?l=euripidesafavor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://euripidesafavor.blogspot.com/feeds/1857779549358347530/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7484115566881351728&amp;postID=1857779549358347530' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484115566881351728/posts/default/1857779549358347530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484115566881351728/posts/default/1857779549358347530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://euripidesafavor.blogspot.com/2010/08/la-italiana.html' title='A La Italiana!'/><author><name>Bocão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08731523472838283082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1vJuv0_J_1c/SbaI85dTC6I/AAAAAAAAAqY/odZwUCnTZg4/S220/VA8O0320.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1vJuv0_J_1c/THnJ9YI0zXI/AAAAAAAAB94/E4gPv8jMDxc/s72-c/Porca+Mis%C3%A9ria.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7484115566881351728.post-4627281932581554164</id><published>2010-08-27T20:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-27T21:30:41.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Comédia de Costumes Norte-Americana</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1vJuv0_J_1c/THiEgESSdUI/AAAAAAAAB9w/IJItaYeHaww/s1600/November.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510299830528931138" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1vJuv0_J_1c/THiEgESSdUI/AAAAAAAAB9w/IJItaYeHaww/s400/November.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Em 2008, em plenas eleições presidenciáveis - ou melhor, em pleno momento em que os EUA queria escurraçar George W. Bush da Casa Branca - estreava na Broadway a politicamente incorreta peça de David Mamet, "November". Com Nathan Lane no papel de um fictício presidente dos EUA às vésperas da reeleição, a comédia tratava, e cito conforme o release original: "about civil marriage, gambling casinos, lesbians, American Indians, presidential libraries, questionable pardons and campaign contributions.". Um prato para o grande talento cômico de Nathan e de seu elenco de apoio, os excelentes Dylan Baker e Laurie Metcalf. Li trechos de "November" hoje pela tarde. Trechos pois a obra encontra-se em inglês, o que denota maior atenção. Continuo amanhã. Porém, é notável o grande talento cômico de Mamet, que constrói um primeiro ato cheio de ganchos, que muito provavelmente vão desembocar nos próximos atos das maneiras mais absurdas. A história é boa! O presidente Charles Smith deseja ser reeleito, porém não usufrui de boa popularidade após quatro anos de grandes desastres administrativos e uma possível guerra não declarada a China. A peça, de acordo com Mamet, trata sobre interesses políticos e como resolvê-los, e sobre a falta de limites das pessoas para alcançar o sucesso - Uma vez que o autor se utiliza de uma passagem típica do calendário norte-americano para falar sobre este absurdo. Uma passagem, no mínimo, sinistra: O perdão presidenciável aos Perus mortos na véspera de Ação de Graças, daí o título da peça, afinal, a data é comemorada em Novembro. Dias após as eleições. E percebendo o baixa no caixa, o presidente e seu assessor optam pela única maneira de tentar reverter o quadro: Solicitar apoio financeiro a entidade representante dos perus norte-americanos. Caso contrário, não haverá perdão naquele ano. Confesso que após&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; uma semana lendo autores nacionais, foi refrescante enxergar o prisma de um autor como Mamet acerca de seu país. A comédia de costumes e sua aspereza cumpre o seu papel social em qualquer parte do globo, porém uma sociedade mais avançada cumpre com um maior senso crítica e de maior responsabilidade, pois o seu público reconhece que o teatro não é apenas um veículo para o histrionismo de grandes atores, porém, uma grande máquina de comoção social. Uma montagem brasileira do texto pode não obter muito apelo junto ao grande público, porém a frase final bem que nos une: E diz Charles após ter atingido seu torpe objetivo: Jesus, i LOVE this country! É um Bem-Amado, ou não é?&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/7484115566881351728-4627281932581554164?l=euripidesafavor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://euripidesafavor.blogspot.com/feeds/4627281932581554164/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7484115566881351728&amp;postID=4627281932581554164' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484115566881351728/posts/default/4627281932581554164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484115566881351728/posts/default/4627281932581554164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://euripidesafavor.blogspot.com/2010/08/comedia-de-costumes-norte-americana.html' title='A Comédia de Costumes Norte-Americana'/><author><name>Bocão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08731523472838283082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1vJuv0_J_1c/SbaI85dTC6I/AAAAAAAAAqY/odZwUCnTZg4/S220/VA8O0320.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1vJuv0_J_1c/THiEgESSdUI/AAAAAAAAB9w/IJItaYeHaww/s72-c/November.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7484115566881351728.post-8015494109234036785</id><published>2010-08-26T20:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-03T10:20:52.841-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Aula de Quiproquó!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1vJuv0_J_1c/TKi7U7PS5ZI/AAAAAAAACDU/K6lOl1Ggj7E/s1600/tango+bolero+e+cha+cha+cha.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523870911143536018" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 283px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1vJuv0_J_1c/TKi7U7PS5ZI/AAAAAAAACDU/K6lOl1Ggj7E/s400/tango+bolero+e+cha+cha+cha.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Enquanto a NYU não abaixa o altíssimo preço do seu curso de dramaturgia teatral - $ 2.675 à vista - enveredo pelo estudo da carpintaria teatral nacional. Tango, Bolero e Cha Cha Cha foi o objeto de estudo de hoje, do mestre formado pela EAD - USP, Eloy Araújo. O primeiro ato é fascinante. Uma costura incrível de quiproquós hilários resultando num ótimo exemplar brasileiro de comédia de costumes. O primeiro momento narra a apreensão de Daniel, hoje um transexual que atende pela alcunha de Lana Lee, ao contar - ou melhor, tentar contar - a Clarice, sua ex. mulher, de que após tê-la deixado, trocou de sexo, está noiva de um francês e se apresenta em shows de cabaret. Um choque muito bem orquestrado pelo autor, que não economiza em oferecer um prato de opções para qualquer ator se esbaldar. É assim o texto inteiro, que mantém o ritmo e é finalizado com uma grande homenagem ao Teatro de Revista. Confesso que da terça parte para o final o texto se torna preguiçoso e enfadonho. Mas nada que comprometa o resultado final para o grande público. Atualmente em cartaz no Teatro Clara Nunes, no Rio de Janeiro, a peça é dirigida por Bibi Ferreira e Paulo Afonso de Lima e tem como protagonista o ator vencedor do Prêmio Shell por este papel, Edwin Luisi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&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/7484115566881351728-8015494109234036785?l=euripidesafavor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://euripidesafavor.blogspot.com/feeds/8015494109234036785/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7484115566881351728&amp;postID=8015494109234036785' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484115566881351728/posts/default/8015494109234036785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484115566881351728/posts/default/8015494109234036785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://euripidesafavor.blogspot.com/2010/08/aula-de-quiproquo.html' title='Aula de Quiproquó!'/><author><name>Bocão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08731523472838283082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1vJuv0_J_1c/SbaI85dTC6I/AAAAAAAAAqY/odZwUCnTZg4/S220/VA8O0320.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1vJuv0_J_1c/TKi7U7PS5ZI/AAAAAAAACDU/K6lOl1Ggj7E/s72-c/tango+bolero+e+cha+cha+cha.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7484115566881351728.post-8629143233903119181</id><published>2010-08-26T10:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-26T10:16:37.418-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Estréia Hoje!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1vJuv0_J_1c/THahBWiukrI/AAAAAAAAB9g/M0QB6lpbFqs/s1600/death+of+asalemsna.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509768238737560242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1vJuv0_J_1c/THahBWiukrI/AAAAAAAAB9g/M0QB6lpbFqs/s400/death+of+asalemsna.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Estreia hoje, em Nova Iorque, a aguardada remontagem de "A Morte do Caixeiro Viajante", clássico de Arthur Miller. O trunfo desta versão está na interpretação de Christopher Lloyd como o caixeiro em questão, Willy Loman.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/7484115566881351728-8629143233903119181?l=euripidesafavor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://euripidesafavor.blogspot.com/feeds/8629143233903119181/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7484115566881351728&amp;postID=8629143233903119181' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484115566881351728/posts/default/8629143233903119181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484115566881351728/posts/default/8629143233903119181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://euripidesafavor.blogspot.com/2010/08/estreia-hoje.html' title='Estréia Hoje!'/><author><name>Bocão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08731523472838283082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1vJuv0_J_1c/SbaI85dTC6I/AAAAAAAAAqY/odZwUCnTZg4/S220/VA8O0320.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1vJuv0_J_1c/THahBWiukrI/AAAAAAAAB9g/M0QB6lpbFqs/s72-c/death+of+asalemsna.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7484115566881351728.post-7973725622670776872</id><published>2010-08-26T10:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-26T10:08:53.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Foto Clássica da Semana</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1vJuv0_J_1c/THafbNVLrMI/AAAAAAAAB9Y/1UlG4qDo6cU/s1600/Duas+Mulheres+e+um+Cad%C3%A1ver.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509766483918171330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 332px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 317px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1vJuv0_J_1c/THafbNVLrMI/AAAAAAAAB9Y/1UlG4qDo6cU/s400/Duas+Mulheres+e+um+Cad%C3%A1ver.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; "Duas Mulheres e um Cadáver"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;de Patrícia Mello&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Com Débora Bloch e Fernanda Torres&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Direção de Aderbal Freire-Filho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Teatro Cultura Artística, São Paulo (2001)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7484115566881351728-7973725622670776872?l=euripidesafavor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://euripidesafavor.blogspot.com/feeds/7973725622670776872/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7484115566881351728&amp;postID=7973725622670776872' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484115566881351728/posts/default/7973725622670776872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484115566881351728/posts/default/7973725622670776872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://euripidesafavor.blogspot.com/2010/08/foto-classica-da-semana_26.html' title='Foto Clássica da Semana'/><author><name>Bocão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08731523472838283082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1vJuv0_J_1c/SbaI85dTC6I/AAAAAAAAAqY/odZwUCnTZg4/S220/VA8O0320.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1vJuv0_J_1c/THafbNVLrMI/AAAAAAAAB9Y/1UlG4qDo6cU/s72-c/Duas+Mulheres+e+um+Cad%C3%A1ver.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7484115566881351728.post-8367272955527341975</id><published>2010-08-25T15:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-28T20:01:34.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Intimidade Indecente (Clássico Recente)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1vJuv0_J_1c/THWYKIfcp3I/AAAAAAAAB9Q/xlW3gnhfhyw/s1600/Intimidade+Indecente+em+Portugal.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509477019003168626" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 244px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 355px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1vJuv0_J_1c/THWYKIfcp3I/AAAAAAAAB9Q/xlW3gnhfhyw/s400/Intimidade+Indecente+em+Portugal.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Intimidade Indecente é uma daquelas jóias raras do Teatro, que junto a pouquíssimas peças da década de 2000, merece um tratado. Escrita por Leilah Assumpção, dirigida por Regina Galdino e encenada por Marcos Caruso e Irene Ravache, a peça estreou em 2001 no Teatro Renaissance, em São Paulo. Desde então, a peça se manteve em cartaz por sete anos, alternando elencos e teatros. Munida de um texto simples e esperto, atores tarimbados e uma direção atemporal, é muito fácil entender o segredo deste sucesso. A peça conta a história de Roberta e Mariano, casados há mais de vinte anos, que entre idas e vindas, se separam, se reencontram, se separam e se reencontram. Porém, o pulo do gato está na trajetória do espetáculo, que sem maquiagem ou figurinos, retrata a passagem de tempo e o consequente envelhecimento das personagens, num árduo trabalho de atuação, afinal, os atores nunca deixam a cena. O texto completo da obra encontra-se no livro Onze Peças de Leilah Assumpção, recentemente lançado em homenagem a autora. Em cena, Marcos Caruso e Irene Ravache. Teatro Tivoli, Portugal (2004).&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&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/7484115566881351728-8367272955527341975?l=euripidesafavor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://euripidesafavor.blogspot.com/feeds/8367272955527341975/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7484115566881351728&amp;postID=8367272955527341975' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484115566881351728/posts/default/8367272955527341975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484115566881351728/posts/default/8367272955527341975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://euripidesafavor.blogspot.com/2010/08/intimidade-indecente-classico-recente.html' title='Intimidade Indecente (Clássico Recente)'/><author><name>Bocão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08731523472838283082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1vJuv0_J_1c/SbaI85dTC6I/AAAAAAAAAqY/odZwUCnTZg4/S220/VA8O0320.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1vJuv0_J_1c/THWYKIfcp3I/AAAAAAAAB9Q/xlW3gnhfhyw/s72-c/Intimidade+Indecente+em+Portugal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7484115566881351728.post-7700765151974380695</id><published>2010-08-25T15:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-25T15:03:09.718-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Em Cartaz no Teatro Cultura Itaim</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1vJuv0_J_1c/THWSm2EVQMI/AAAAAAAAB9A/z4sh0ERPF08/s1600/Ador%C3%A1vel+Desgra%C3%A7ada.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509470915204038850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 253px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1vJuv0_J_1c/THWSm2EVQMI/AAAAAAAAB9A/z4sh0ERPF08/s400/Ador%C3%A1vel+Desgra%C3%A7ada.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Débora Duarte dá vida a Guta, personagem de Leilah Assumpção em Adorável Desgraçada. Vencedora do prêmio APCA de Melhor Texto em 1994, o espetáculo que está em cartaz no Teatro Cultura Itaim, é dirigido por Otávio Muller.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/7484115566881351728-7700765151974380695?l=euripidesafavor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://euripidesafavor.blogspot.com/feeds/7700765151974380695/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7484115566881351728&amp;postID=7700765151974380695' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484115566881351728/posts/default/7700765151974380695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484115566881351728/posts/default/7700765151974380695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://euripidesafavor.blogspot.com/2010/08/em-cartaz-no-teatro-cultura-itaim.html' title='Em Cartaz no Teatro Cultura Itaim'/><author><name>Bocão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08731523472838283082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1vJuv0_J_1c/SbaI85dTC6I/AAAAAAAAAqY/odZwUCnTZg4/S220/VA8O0320.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1vJuv0_J_1c/THWSm2EVQMI/AAAAAAAAB9A/z4sh0ERPF08/s72-c/Ador%C3%A1vel+Desgra%C3%A7ada.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7484115566881351728.post-821492468952467297</id><published>2010-08-25T14:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-25T15:00:26.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Leilah Assumpção é figura onipresente</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1vJuv0_J_1c/THWNubqXA_I/AAAAAAAAB84/vddSGOhhpsA/s1600/Leilah+Assump%C3%A7%C3%A3o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509465547996595186" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 230px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 350px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1vJuv0_J_1c/THWNubqXA_I/AAAAAAAAB84/vddSGOhhpsA/s400/Leilah+Assump%C3%A7%C3%A3o.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Acometido pela benção de ter tempo para sentar e ler, estou devorando tudo o que encontro. De Dario Fo com seu Manual Mínimo do Ator, passando por comédias de Jandira Martini e Marcos Caruso e encerrando - por ora - em 11 peças de Leilah Assumpção. A mulher é um demônio! Um torpor. Das 11, li três sem parar, afinal, trata-se de um calhamaço de 600 páginas! Dona Leilah, nascida Maria de Lourdes - de Botocatu, escreveu algumas das mais emblemáticas peças brasileiras, entre elas &lt;strong&gt;Fala Baixo, senão eu Grito!&lt;/strong&gt; e mais recentemente, &lt;strong&gt;Intimidade Indecente&lt;/strong&gt;. Tendo o privilégio de assistir a montagem desta última, não é difícil entender o por quê da celebração do Teatro em torno desta bela dramaturga. Leilah fala ao público com uma fluência incrível, e ladeada quase sempre por atores de grande empatia, abocanha prêmios e grandes bilheterias. Porém, meu fascínio maior se deu em torno do monólogo &lt;strong&gt;Adorável Desgraçada&lt;/strong&gt;, de 1993. Longe de ser enfadonha a obra revela uma mulher solteira de meia idade, às voltas com seus pequenos ódios e torpezas - comuns a todos nós. Mas como toda boa dramaturgia, a personagem enverada pelos limites do absurdo, trazendo a tona um final trágico. A coletânea ainda reúne Vejo um Vulto na Janela, me Acudam que Sou Donzela, Jorginho, o Machão, Roda Cor de Roda, Fala Baixo Senão eu Grito, Intimidade Indecente, Ilustríssimo Filho da Mãe e outros. Sobre as 600 páginas, a autora nascida em 1943 e cheia de histórias, rebateu: &lt;em&gt;"Ficou leve"&lt;/em&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/7484115566881351728-821492468952467297?l=euripidesafavor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://euripidesafavor.blogspot.com/feeds/821492468952467297/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7484115566881351728&amp;postID=821492468952467297' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484115566881351728/posts/default/821492468952467297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484115566881351728/posts/default/821492468952467297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://euripidesafavor.blogspot.com/2010/08/leilah-assumpcao-e-figura-onipresente.html' title='Leilah Assumpção é figura onipresente'/><author><name>Bocão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08731523472838283082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1vJuv0_J_1c/SbaI85dTC6I/AAAAAAAAAqY/odZwUCnTZg4/S220/VA8O0320.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1vJuv0_J_1c/THWNubqXA_I/AAAAAAAAB84/vddSGOhhpsA/s72-c/Leilah+Assump%C3%A7%C3%A3o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7484115566881351728.post-7004788513791555630</id><published>2010-08-23T17:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T17:32:16.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Foto Clássica da Semana</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1vJuv0_J_1c/THMSbIk1FsI/AAAAAAAAB8w/Xy5BrB9DNiw/s1600/Veneza+com+Arlete+Salles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508767026571974338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1vJuv0_J_1c/THMSbIk1FsI/AAAAAAAAB8w/Xy5BrB9DNiw/s400/Veneza+com+Arlete+Salles.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; "VENEZA"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;de Jorge Accame&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Adaptação e Direção de Miguel Falabella&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Com Laura Cardoso, Arlete Salles, Tuca Andrada, Débora Olivieri,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Juliana Baroni e Cristiano Gualda&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Teatro dos Quatro e Teatro TUCA (2006)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7484115566881351728-7004788513791555630?l=euripidesafavor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://euripidesafavor.blogspot.com/feeds/7004788513791555630/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7484115566881351728&amp;postID=7004788513791555630' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484115566881351728/posts/default/7004788513791555630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484115566881351728/posts/default/7004788513791555630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://euripidesafavor.blogspot.com/2010/08/foto-classica-da-semana_23.html' title='Foto Clássica da Semana'/><author><name>Bocão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08731523472838283082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1vJuv0_J_1c/SbaI85dTC6I/AAAAAAAAAqY/odZwUCnTZg4/S220/VA8O0320.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1vJuv0_J_1c/THMSbIk1FsI/AAAAAAAAB8w/Xy5BrB9DNiw/s72-c/Veneza+com+Arlete+Salles.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7484115566881351728.post-3726482521277946104</id><published>2010-08-23T17:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T17:32:54.214-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Estreia em Breve!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1vJuv0_J_1c/THMQxE_zPFI/AAAAAAAAB8o/W4cKoCLvmg0/s1600/Mais+Respeito+que+Sou+Tua+M%C3%A3e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508765204545223762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1vJuv0_J_1c/THMQxE_zPFI/AAAAAAAAB8o/W4cKoCLvmg0/s400/Mais+Respeito+que+Sou+Tua+M%C3%A3e.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Claudia Jimenez em &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Mais Respeito que Sou Tua Mãe!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;com Ernani Moraes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;baseado na obra de Hernán Casciari&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;texto de Antonio Gasalla&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Adaptação e Direção de Miguel Falabella&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A partir de Setembro, no Teatro Leblon (Rj)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7484115566881351728-3726482521277946104?l=euripidesafavor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://euripidesafavor.blogspot.com/feeds/3726482521277946104/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7484115566881351728&amp;postID=3726482521277946104' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484115566881351728/posts/default/3726482521277946104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484115566881351728/posts/default/3726482521277946104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://euripidesafavor.blogspot.com/2010/08/claudia-jimenez-em-mais-respeito-que.html' title='Estreia em Breve!'/><author><name>Bocão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08731523472838283082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1vJuv0_J_1c/SbaI85dTC6I/AAAAAAAAAqY/odZwUCnTZg4/S220/VA8O0320.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1vJuv0_J_1c/THMQxE_zPFI/AAAAAAAAB8o/W4cKoCLvmg0/s72-c/Mais+Respeito+que+Sou+Tua+M%C3%A3e.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7484115566881351728.post-8495016033134701421</id><published>2010-08-23T17:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T17:08:40.208-07:00</updated><title type='text'>39 DEGRAUS - Estreia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1vJuv0_J_1c/THMNFRp-MUI/AAAAAAAAB8Y/0dt-0MddRfg/s1600/39-degraus-poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508761153494200642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1vJuv0_J_1c/THMNFRp-MUI/AAAAAAAAB8Y/0dt-0MddRfg/s400/39-degraus-poster.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;39 Degraus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;de Patrick Barlow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Direção de Alexandre Reinecke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Estreia: 28 de Agosto no Teatro Shopping Frei Caneca.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7484115566881351728-8495016033134701421?l=euripidesafavor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://euripidesafavor.blogspot.com/feeds/8495016033134701421/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7484115566881351728&amp;postID=8495016033134701421' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484115566881351728/posts/default/8495016033134701421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484115566881351728/posts/default/8495016033134701421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://euripidesafavor.blogspot.com/2010/08/39-degraus-estreia.html' title='39 DEGRAUS - Estreia'/><author><name>Bocão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08731523472838283082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1vJuv0_J_1c/SbaI85dTC6I/AAAAAAAAAqY/odZwUCnTZg4/S220/VA8O0320.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1vJuv0_J_1c/THMNFRp-MUI/AAAAAAAAB8Y/0dt-0MddRfg/s72-c/39-degraus-poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7484115566881351728.post-9057009601285798417</id><published>2010-08-23T16:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T17:06:23.662-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O Tempo Não Precisa Continuar</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1vJuv0_J_1c/THMLAwsAdWI/AAAAAAAAB8Q/-mjbUoYgNhs/s1600/Edward+Hooper+-+New+York+Movie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508758876901635426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 323px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1vJuv0_J_1c/THMLAwsAdWI/AAAAAAAAB8Q/-mjbUoYgNhs/s400/Edward+Hooper+-+New+York+Movie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sinto que o tempo não deve continuar. Quero que ele pare. Imóvel, imutável, imune aos desencontros e desentendimentos que advém dele. A nostalgia está homérica. Encontro caixas, encontro fotos. Encontro resquícios de uma vida que não existe. A vida que eu mesmo matei em benefício da minha própria sobrevivência. Meu Deus! Continua frio lá fora. E vou dormir. Hoje, sem você. Hoje, sem amor.&lt;/strong&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/7484115566881351728-9057009601285798417?l=euripidesafavor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://euripidesafavor.blogspot.com/feeds/9057009601285798417/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7484115566881351728&amp;postID=9057009601285798417' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484115566881351728/posts/default/9057009601285798417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484115566881351728/posts/default/9057009601285798417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://euripidesafavor.blogspot.com/2010/08/sinto-que-o-tempo-nao-deve-continuar.html' title='O Tempo Não Precisa Continuar'/><author><name>Bocão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08731523472838283082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1vJuv0_J_1c/SbaI85dTC6I/AAAAAAAAAqY/odZwUCnTZg4/S220/VA8O0320.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1vJuv0_J_1c/THMLAwsAdWI/AAAAAAAAB8Q/-mjbUoYgNhs/s72-c/Edward+Hooper+-+New+York+Movie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7484115566881351728.post-8074259396925291146</id><published>2010-08-20T15:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-27T21:42:13.759-07:00</updated><title type='text'>God of Carnage chega ao Brasil</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1vJuv0_J_1c/TH4bJi6ZbqI/AAAAAAAAB-4/_ZPViXOWXO8/s1600/Deus+da+Carnificina+Brasil.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511872844752580258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1vJuv0_J_1c/TH4bJi6ZbqI/AAAAAAAAB-4/_ZPViXOWXO8/s400/Deus+da+Carnificina+Brasil.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Por essa estou aguardando há já algum tempo. Em 25 de Agosto estreia no Brasil a versão nacional do clássico recente de Yasmina Reza "God of Carnage", que vira "Deus da Carnificina". No elenco, Julia Lemmertz, Paulo Betti, Deborah Evelyn e Orã Figueiredo. Com direção de Emílio de Mello, confesso estar decepcionado com o material gráfico, que longe da sobriedade do Teatro europeu, denota um mau entendimento da obra. A comparação de adultos a meras crianças e um release pomposo me brocharam, assim como um Orã Figueiredo chamando mais atenção do que deveria. Enfim, a velha maneira de se fazer teatro mercadológico no Brasil. De Quinta a Domingo, no Teatro Maison de France, Rio de Janeiro. Apesar de tudo, a montagem deve deve fazer dobrar os quarteirões.&lt;/strong&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/7484115566881351728-8074259396925291146?l=euripidesafavor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://euripidesafavor.blogspot.com/feeds/8074259396925291146/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7484115566881351728&amp;postID=8074259396925291146' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484115566881351728/posts/default/8074259396925291146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484115566881351728/posts/default/8074259396925291146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://euripidesafavor.blogspot.com/2010/08/god-of-carnage-chega-ao-brasil.html' title='God of Carnage chega ao Brasil'/><author><name>Bocão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08731523472838283082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1vJuv0_J_1c/SbaI85dTC6I/AAAAAAAAAqY/odZwUCnTZg4/S220/VA8O0320.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1vJuv0_J_1c/TH4bJi6ZbqI/AAAAAAAAB-4/_ZPViXOWXO8/s72-c/Deus+da+Carnificina+Brasil.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7484115566881351728.post-3785537718648895777</id><published>2010-08-20T12:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-20T12:48:09.803-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Estreia da Semana - O INVERNO DA LUZ VERMELHA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1vJuv0_J_1c/TG7bOxLksEI/AAAAAAAAB74/0OHEX0CVL-M/s1600/O+Inverno+da+Luz+Vermelha.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507580441087225922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 220px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1vJuv0_J_1c/TG7bOxLksEI/AAAAAAAAB74/0OHEX0CVL-M/s400/O+Inverno+da+Luz+Vermelha.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;"O Inverno da Luz Vermelha"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;de Adam Rapp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Direção de Monique Gardenberg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Com André Frateschi - Rafael Primot - Marjorie Estiano&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;TEATRO FAAP, São Paulo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7484115566881351728-3785537718648895777?l=euripidesafavor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://euripidesafavor.blogspot.com/feeds/3785537718648895777/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7484115566881351728&amp;postID=3785537718648895777' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484115566881351728/posts/default/3785537718648895777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484115566881351728/posts/default/3785537718648895777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://euripidesafavor.blogspot.com/2010/08/estreia-da-semana-o-inverno-da-luz.html' title='Estreia da Semana - O INVERNO DA LUZ VERMELHA'/><author><name>Bocão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08731523472838283082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1vJuv0_J_1c/SbaI85dTC6I/AAAAAAAAAqY/odZwUCnTZg4/S220/VA8O0320.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1vJuv0_J_1c/TG7bOxLksEI/AAAAAAAAB74/0OHEX0CVL-M/s72-c/O+Inverno+da+Luz+Vermelha.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7484115566881351728.post-2106405202952002946</id><published>2010-08-18T17:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-18T17:17:01.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Uma Família de Teatro</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1vJuv0_J_1c/TGx2qGE9DjI/AAAAAAAAB7w/dkP0Js2URXg/s1600/Foto.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1vJuv0_J_1c/TGx2qGE9DjI/AAAAAAAAB7w/dkP0Js2URXg/s400/Foto.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506906909925248562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Acima, a belíssima foto em família dos atores Felipe Rocha e Dani Lima.&lt;br /&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/7484115566881351728-2106405202952002946?l=euripidesafavor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://euripidesafavor.blogspot.com/feeds/2106405202952002946/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7484115566881351728&amp;postID=2106405202952002946' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484115566881351728/posts/default/2106405202952002946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484115566881351728/posts/default/2106405202952002946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://euripidesafavor.blogspot.com/2010/08/uma-familia-de-teatro.html' title='Uma Família de Teatro'/><author><name>Bocão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08731523472838283082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1vJuv0_J_1c/SbaI85dTC6I/AAAAAAAAAqY/odZwUCnTZg4/S220/VA8O0320.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1vJuv0_J_1c/TGx2qGE9DjI/AAAAAAAAB7w/dkP0Js2URXg/s72-c/Foto.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7484115566881351728.post-8723101231922994909</id><published>2010-08-15T09:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-15T15:19:32.463-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O Secretário e a Lei Rouanet</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505691786954339330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 314px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1vJuv0_J_1c/TGglgoQy9AI/AAAAAAAAB7g/2suFkCG55A8/s400/Cia+brasileira+de+opera.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1vJuv0_J_1c/TGgj2vilnbI/AAAAAAAAB7Q/gr_MgAfXyxI/s1600/Ã³pera.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505689967841877426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 288px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1vJuv0_J_1c/TGgj2vilnbI/AAAAAAAAB7Q/gr_MgAfXyxI/s400/%C3%B3pera.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Desde 1997, o Secretario de Cultura vitalício do Estado do Amazonas, Robério Braga, contempla a maior região da Federação com suas pérolas engraçadíssimas. Na última semana, o homem esbravejou contra o Ministério da Cultura e até contra Zé Celso Martinez Corrêa. Mas vamos nos ater ao Ministério. Robério afirmou, e cito conforme o Jornal Diário do Amazonas: &lt;em&gt;"Nunca mandaram nada para os festivais do Estado e financiaram R$ 10 milhões para uma projeto da Companhia Brasileira de Ópera, do maestro John Neschling, com um cenário virtual e uma apresentação belíssima, enquanto nós gastamos com todo o festival R$ 5 milhões”&lt;/em&gt;. Ora, para um Secretário de Cultura, o homem me parece pouquíssimo informado, uma vez que o Ministério da Cultura, através da Lei Rouanet, não é um programa de repasse de verba. E longe de ser perfeita, a lei apenas garante ao proponente um número de protocolo, o PRONAC. Este PRONAC garante ao patrocinador 100% de isenção fiscal do valor doado. E desta forma, levanta-se a verba para a realização do projeto. Nem sempre, totalizando o montante necessário. E foi desta maneira que a Cia Brasileira de Ópera, de John Neschling, levantou os R$ 10 milhões, angariados pelo Banco do Brasil e pela Petrobrás. Mas o Secretário a la Dias Gomes sabe disso, e vale a pena relembrar de que todos os Festivais de Ópera só foram patrocinados por um grande Banco, o Bradesco, pois o mesmo contava com a Lei de Incentivo Fiscal na manga. Ou seja, a afirmação apenas me parece uma forma de manter a classe artística amazonense em seu cabresto, estacionada na mendicância de seu secretariado. Uma mentira deslavada e muito bem orquestrada graças a falta de auto-estima e conhecimento da categoria. Para ilustrar as evidências: posto material de divulgação do Festival de Ópera 2008 e do Programa da Cia de Ópera Brasileira de John Neshling. Atenção a estas mentiras. Trata-se de um desserviço aos trabalhores da Arte no Amazonas, que podem e devem ter acesso ao programa de incentivo fiscal federal de maneira simples e prática. Sobre o comentário a respeito de Zé Celso? Ah! &lt;em&gt;"O Amazonas não vai morrer senão receber seu espetáculo"&lt;/em&gt;. Pode até ser. Mas garanto também que o Amazonas não vai morrer sem uma &lt;em&gt;"Casa Cor"&lt;/em&gt;, atual objeto de sua afeição, Senhor Secretário.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;PS: Peço encarecidamente a manifestação de Márcio Souza e Aldísio Filgueiras a respeito, ambos contemplados com a Lei para realização de espetáculos como "As Folias do Látex" e "Carnaval Rabelais".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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/7484115566881351728-8723101231922994909?l=euripidesafavor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://euripidesafavor.blogspot.com/feeds/8723101231922994909/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7484115566881351728&amp;postID=8723101231922994909' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484115566881351728/posts/default/8723101231922994909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484115566881351728/posts/default/8723101231922994909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://euripidesafavor.blogspot.com/2010/08/o-secretario-e-lei-rouanet.html' title='O Secretário e a Lei Rouanet'/><author><name>Bocão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08731523472838283082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1vJuv0_J_1c/SbaI85dTC6I/AAAAAAAAAqY/odZwUCnTZg4/S220/VA8O0320.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1vJuv0_J_1c/TGglgoQy9AI/AAAAAAAAB7g/2suFkCG55A8/s72-c/Cia+brasileira+de+opera.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7484115566881351728.post-9010071285722856211</id><published>2010-08-14T10:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-14T10:18:50.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Foto Clássica da Semana</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1vJuv0_J_1c/TGbPvC9IxsI/AAAAAAAAB7A/2FQWItu0vXw/s1600/Raul+Julia,+Blythe+Danner+and+Roy+Scheider+-+ensaio+de+Betrayal+1979.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505316001661109954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1vJuv0_J_1c/TGbPvC9IxsI/AAAAAAAAB7A/2FQWItu0vXw/s400/Raul+Julia,+Blythe+Danner+and+Roy+Scheider+-+ensaio+de+Betrayal+1979.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Raul Julia, Blythe Danner e Roy Schreider em "The Betrayal"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Texto de Harold Pinter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Broadway, 1979&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/7484115566881351728-9010071285722856211?l=euripidesafavor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://euripidesafavor.blogspot.com/feeds/9010071285722856211/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7484115566881351728&amp;postID=9010071285722856211' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484115566881351728/posts/default/9010071285722856211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484115566881351728/posts/default/9010071285722856211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://euripidesafavor.blogspot.com/2010/08/foto-classica-da-semana_14.html' title='Foto Clássica da Semana'/><author><name>Bocão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08731523472838283082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1vJuv0_J_1c/SbaI85dTC6I/AAAAAAAAAqY/odZwUCnTZg4/S220/VA8O0320.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1vJuv0_J_1c/TGbPvC9IxsI/AAAAAAAAB7A/2FQWItu0vXw/s72-c/Raul+Julia,+Blythe+Danner+and+Roy+Scheider+-+ensaio+de+Betrayal+1979.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7484115566881351728.post-5762159019125130206</id><published>2010-08-13T16:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-13T16:17:16.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mente Mentira</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1vJuv0_J_1c/TGXR1Bb0mOI/AAAAAAAAB6w/n3d6DUTNt3A/s1600/at-esp-mentementira1_r.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 370px; height: 250px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1vJuv0_J_1c/TGXR1Bb0mOI/AAAAAAAAB6w/n3d6DUTNt3A/s400/at-esp-mentementira1_r.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505036828378700002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Roubou todo meu público de "Hamelin"&lt;br /&gt;Mas deve ser boa...&lt;br /&gt;Mente Mentira, de Sam Shepard.&lt;br /&gt;Teatro Raul Cortez (Sp)&lt;br /&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/7484115566881351728-5762159019125130206?l=euripidesafavor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://euripidesafavor.blogspot.com/feeds/5762159019125130206/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7484115566881351728&amp;postID=5762159019125130206' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484115566881351728/posts/default/5762159019125130206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484115566881351728/posts/default/5762159019125130206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://euripidesafavor.blogspot.com/2010/08/mente-mentira.html' title='Mente Mentira'/><author><name>Bocão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08731523472838283082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1vJuv0_J_1c/SbaI85dTC6I/AAAAAAAAAqY/odZwUCnTZg4/S220/VA8O0320.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1vJuv0_J_1c/TGXR1Bb0mOI/AAAAAAAAB6w/n3d6DUTNt3A/s72-c/at-esp-mentementira1_r.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7484115566881351728.post-8778694422968236669</id><published>2010-08-13T16:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-13T16:10:10.525-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Recordar é Viver</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1vJuv0_J_1c/TGXPx7E5WMI/AAAAAAAAB6o/AQV1PlvCFnw/s1600/recordar+%C3%A9+viver.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 370px; height: 250px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1vJuv0_J_1c/TGXPx7E5WMI/AAAAAAAAB6o/AQV1PlvCFnw/s400/recordar+%C3%A9+viver.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505034576109066434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sérgio Britto e Suely Franco retomam parceria em "Recordar é Viver", espetáculo dirigido por Eduardo Tolentino que está em cartaz no CCBB, Rio de Janeiro. O texto de estreia do historiador e jornalista Hélio Sussekind é simples, e segundo, Sérgio, envolvente: A peça conta a história de Henrique (José Roberto Jardim), filho caçula sustentado pelos pais, Sérgio e Suely. Detalhe é a idade do rapaz, 30 anos. Até Setembro.&lt;br /&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/7484115566881351728-8778694422968236669?l=euripidesafavor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://euripidesafavor.blogspot.com/feeds/8778694422968236669/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7484115566881351728&amp;postID=8778694422968236669' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484115566881351728/posts/default/8778694422968236669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484115566881351728/posts/default/8778694422968236669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://euripidesafavor.blogspot.com/2010/08/recordar-e-viver.html' title='Recordar é Viver'/><author><name>Bocão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08731523472838283082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1vJuv0_J_1c/SbaI85dTC6I/AAAAAAAAAqY/odZwUCnTZg4/S220/VA8O0320.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1vJuv0_J_1c/TGXPx7E5WMI/AAAAAAAAB6o/AQV1PlvCFnw/s72-c/recordar+%C3%A9+viver.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7484115566881351728.post-276243545190949913</id><published>2010-08-13T12:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-13T12:19:53.115-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Estreia da Semana - Teatro Gazeta (Sp)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1vJuv0_J_1c/TGWZ-3f3eJI/AAAAAAAAB6g/mSi4NwpcdKM/s1600/O+cla.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504975424858847378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 340px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 334px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1vJuv0_J_1c/TGWZ-3f3eJI/AAAAAAAAB6g/mSi4NwpcdKM/s400/O+cla.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Estreia neste fim de semana em São Paulo a comédia francesa "O Clã das Divorciadas", de Alil Vardar. Com tradução de Clara Carvalho e direção de Alexandre Reinecke, a comédia de maior sucesso nos últimos anos em Paris chega ao Brasil com o hilário Luis Salém, Paula Cohen e Maíra Charken. Até Novembro, no Teatro Gazeta, em São Paulo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&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/7484115566881351728-276243545190949913?l=euripidesafavor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://euripidesafavor.blogspot.com/feeds/276243545190949913/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7484115566881351728&amp;postID=276243545190949913' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484115566881351728/posts/default/276243545190949913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484115566881351728/posts/default/276243545190949913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://euripidesafavor.blogspot.com/2010/08/estreia-da-semana-teatro-gazeta-sp.html' title='Estreia da Semana - Teatro Gazeta (Sp)'/><author><name>Bocão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08731523472838283082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1vJuv0_J_1c/SbaI85dTC6I/AAAAAAAAAqY/odZwUCnTZg4/S220/VA8O0320.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1vJuv0_J_1c/TGWZ-3f3eJI/AAAAAAAAB6g/mSi4NwpcdKM/s72-c/O+cla.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7484115566881351728.post-4943033030710905955</id><published>2010-08-06T22:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-06T22:26:16.247-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Corrida pelo Ouro</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1vJuv0_J_1c/TFzrvWl82JI/AAAAAAAAB6Y/j8H38uBYgAA/s1600/santoandrebahia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502532043491039378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1vJuv0_J_1c/TFzrvWl82JI/AAAAAAAAB6Y/j8H38uBYgAA/s400/santoandrebahia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;O homem só se considera um ser bem sucedido quando ele se torna um milionário. Não tem jeito! Tudo moleque.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7484115566881351728-4943033030710905955?l=euripidesafavor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://euripidesafavor.blogspot.com/feeds/4943033030710905955/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7484115566881351728&amp;postID=4943033030710905955' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484115566881351728/posts/default/4943033030710905955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484115566881351728/posts/default/4943033030710905955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://euripidesafavor.blogspot.com/2010/08/corrida-pelo-ouro.html' title='A Corrida pelo Ouro'/><author><name>Bocão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08731523472838283082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1vJuv0_J_1c/SbaI85dTC6I/AAAAAAAAAqY/odZwUCnTZg4/S220/VA8O0320.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1vJuv0_J_1c/TFzrvWl82JI/AAAAAAAAB6Y/j8H38uBYgAA/s72-c/santoandrebahia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7484115566881351728.post-1722185553824138606</id><published>2010-08-06T18:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-06T18:12:54.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Doidas e Santas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1vJuv0_J_1c/TFyxERKlVOI/AAAAAAAAB6Q/E8jETYB_BAk/s1600/Doidas+e+Santas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502467531625288930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1vJuv0_J_1c/TFyxERKlVOI/AAAAAAAAB6Q/E8jETYB_BAk/s400/Doidas+e+Santas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Cissa Guimarães retornou ontem, 05 de Agosto, ao palco do Teatro Leblon para encenar a bem sucedida comédia "Doidas e Santas", de Martha de Medeiros. Com a temporada interrompida após o trágico acidente do filho, o que resultou em sua morte, Cissa recupera o fôlego e cumpre temporada até Outubro, no Rio de Janeiro. O espetáculo, que já era sucesso, alcançou alguns pontos a mais na escala NASDAQ, uma vez que a tragédia pessoal da atriz esteve nos holofotes. As moscas, conhecidas como produtores locais ao redor do país, já devem estar rondando, afinal, a mãe desconsolada se tornou garantia de casa cheia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7484115566881351728-1722185553824138606?l=euripidesafavor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://euripidesafavor.blogspot.com/feeds/1722185553824138606/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7484115566881351728&amp;postID=1722185553824138606' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484115566881351728/posts/default/1722185553824138606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484115566881351728/posts/default/1722185553824138606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://euripidesafavor.blogspot.com/2010/08/doidas-e-santas.html' title='Doidas e Santas'/><author><name>Bocão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08731523472838283082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1vJuv0_J_1c/SbaI85dTC6I/AAAAAAAAAqY/odZwUCnTZg4/S220/VA8O0320.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1vJuv0_J_1c/TFyxERKlVOI/AAAAAAAAB6Q/E8jETYB_BAk/s72-c/Doidas+e+Santas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7484115566881351728.post-2884491346870266328</id><published>2010-08-06T17:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-09T17:57:34.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cartas do Interior do Brasil</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502462979841475282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1vJuv0_J_1c/TFys7UcwQtI/AAAAAAAAB6I/kzkKAR59uYY/s400/159606_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;O importante é enganar bem. Num milésimo de segundos, podemos perceber a distância que se está de um grande centro cultural. O interior do país ainda sofre na mão de produtores picaretas, nos quais a verdadeira vocação reside em ser caixa de banco. É assim que eles vivem. É assim que eles nos tratam: Colhendo a fina nata sem estética do sudeste, que fabricado para rápido consumo, só resta o dejeto. E dá-lhe Cinderelas rotas com a raiz do cabelo aparecendo, dá-lhe chanchadas sofríveis que nem mesmo a claque dos humorísticos de TV suportam mais! Dá-lhe animadores de festas infantis travestidos de espetáculo. Mas a culpa não é só deles, não. O patrocinador, que de tão parvo no interior, jura ser crítico de Teatro, e se pudesse, gostaria de ser citado em cena aberta por alguém em Macbeth - Porque dá prestígio. Mas o importante é o baixo investimento destas porcarias que fazem dobrar o quarteirão. Pois o público... Ah, o público. Acostumados com a eventualidade do evento, são uns amadores. E pior do que Teatro Amador, é público amador. Estes, me dá a vontade de esbofetear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7484115566881351728-2884491346870266328?l=euripidesafavor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://euripidesafavor.blogspot.com/feeds/2884491346870266328/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7484115566881351728&amp;postID=2884491346870266328' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484115566881351728/posts/default/2884491346870266328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484115566881351728/posts/default/2884491346870266328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://euripidesafavor.blogspot.com/2010/08/o-publico-tambem-e-amador.html' title='Cartas do Interior do Brasil'/><author><name>Bocão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08731523472838283082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1vJuv0_J_1c/SbaI85dTC6I/AAAAAAAAAqY/odZwUCnTZg4/S220/VA8O0320.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1vJuv0_J_1c/TFys7UcwQtI/AAAAAAAAB6I/kzkKAR59uYY/s72-c/159606_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7484115566881351728.post-5313278572471518916</id><published>2010-08-05T10:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-05T10:49:47.897-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FOTO CLÁSSICA DA SEMANA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1vJuv0_J_1c/TFr49N05weI/AAAAAAAAB6A/ojfCAITCEmQ/s1600/OperaÃ§Ã£o+Abafa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501983625353740770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1vJuv0_J_1c/TFr49N05weI/AAAAAAAAB6A/ojfCAITCEmQ/s400/Opera%C3%A7%C3%A3o+Abafa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"Operação Abafa"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;de Jandira Martini e Marcos Caruso&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Direção de Elias Andreato&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Teatro Vivo - Teatro Leblon - Teatro Renaissance&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(2006-2007)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7484115566881351728-5313278572471518916?l=euripidesafavor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://euripidesafavor.blogspot.com/feeds/5313278572471518916/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7484115566881351728&amp;postID=5313278572471518916' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484115566881351728/posts/default/5313278572471518916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484115566881351728/posts/default/5313278572471518916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://euripidesafavor.blogspot.com/2010/08/foto-classica-da-semana.html' title='FOTO CLÁSSICA DA SEMANA'/><author><name>Bocão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08731523472838283082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1vJuv0_J_1c/SbaI85dTC6I/AAAAAAAAAqY/odZwUCnTZg4/S220/VA8O0320.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1vJuv0_J_1c/TFr49N05weI/AAAAAAAAB6A/ojfCAITCEmQ/s72-c/Opera%C3%A7%C3%A3o+Abafa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7484115566881351728.post-5411605951226467508</id><published>2010-08-04T21:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T21:25:17.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Estreia da Semana - Teatro Imprensa (Sp)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1vJuv0_J_1c/TFo8ueSJtPI/AAAAAAAAB54/Ho0RwOJaos4/s1600/Vamos!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501776663887328498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 283px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1vJuv0_J_1c/TFo8ueSJtPI/AAAAAAAAB54/Ho0RwOJaos4/s400/Vamos!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;"Vamos", a partir de 06 de Agosto no Teatro Imprensa, em São Paulo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Texto de Mario Vianna.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Direção de Otávio Martins.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Com Dalton Vigh, Rachel Ripani, Tânia Khalil e Alex Gruli&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&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/7484115566881351728-5411605951226467508?l=euripidesafavor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://euripidesafavor.blogspot.com/feeds/5411605951226467508/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7484115566881351728&amp;postID=5411605951226467508' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484115566881351728/posts/default/5411605951226467508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484115566881351728/posts/default/5411605951226467508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://euripidesafavor.blogspot.com/2010/08/estreia-da-semana-teatro-imprensa-sp.html' title='Estreia da Semana - Teatro Imprensa (Sp)'/><author><name>Bocão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08731523472838283082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1vJuv0_J_1c/SbaI85dTC6I/AAAAAAAAAqY/odZwUCnTZg4/S220/VA8O0320.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1vJuv0_J_1c/TFo8ueSJtPI/AAAAAAAAB54/Ho0RwOJaos4/s72-c/Vamos!.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7484115566881351728.post-1543865879747691004</id><published>2010-08-04T21:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T21:17:13.007-07:00</updated><title type='text'>As Três Velhas, no CCBB</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1vJuv0_J_1c/TFo5FAmooLI/AAAAAAAAB5w/wEhJwh7FK8M/s1600/As+TrÃªs+Velhas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501772653010657458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1vJuv0_J_1c/TFo5FAmooLI/AAAAAAAAB5w/wEhJwh7FK8M/s400/As+Tr%C3%AAs+Velhas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A grande surpresa da temporada teatral de São Paulo é "As Três Velhas", do autor chileno Alejandro Jodorowsky. Não apenas por trazer no elenco Maria Alice Vergueiro, a rainha do Teatro Trangressor, de volta ao Teatro, como por se tratar da primeira montagem deste autor em terras brasileiras. Em cena, além de Maria Alice, os ótimos Pascoal da Conceição e Luciano Chirolli - este último, produtor do espetáculo. O texto narra a "história" de Graça e Melissa, duas marquesas decadentes (Pascoal e Chirolli) que vivem numa mansão abandonada ao lado da centenária Garga (Vergueiro). Como numa fábula, uma única noite de assombrosas revelações familiares transformará para sempre a história dessas estranhas figuras. Riso e tragédia se misturam em um gênero inesperado, batizado pelo próprio autor, de melodrama grotesco. A partir de 20 de Agosto, em São Paulo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7484115566881351728-1543865879747691004?l=euripidesafavor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://euripidesafavor.blogspot.com/feeds/1543865879747691004/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7484115566881351728&amp;postID=1543865879747691004' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484115566881351728/posts/default/1543865879747691004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484115566881351728/posts/default/1543865879747691004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://euripidesafavor.blogspot.com/2010/08/as-tres-velhas-no-ccbb.html' title='As Três Velhas, no CCBB'/><author><name>Bocão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08731523472838283082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1vJuv0_J_1c/SbaI85dTC6I/AAAAAAAAAqY/odZwUCnTZg4/S220/VA8O0320.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1vJuv0_J_1c/TFo5FAmooLI/AAAAAAAAB5w/wEhJwh7FK8M/s72-c/As+Tr%C3%AAs+Velhas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7484115566881351728.post-6435938834648880962</id><published>2010-08-04T20:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-13T16:19:56.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Piscina (Sem Água)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1vJuv0_J_1c/TGXTDgVY7wI/AAAAAAAAB64/srsifauuk4g/s1600/Piscina+sem+%C3%A1gua.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 77px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1vJuv0_J_1c/TGXTDgVY7wI/AAAAAAAAB64/srsifauuk4g/s400/Piscina+sem+%C3%A1gua.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505038176703016706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Um texto inglês do estilo "in-yer-face". De Mark Ravenhill.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Gosto dos ingleses e de tudo o que eles têm a dizer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"Piscina (Sem Água)" me parece fascinante.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A História:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Uma  artista plástica bem-sucedida convida seus amigos - todos artistas  alternativos - para uma festa em sua nova mansão. No auge da celebração,  ela sofre um acidente, entra em coma e desperta em seus convidados a  ideia de transformar seu corpo em obra de arte. Dos mesmos produtores de  "A Festa de Abigail".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A partir de Agosto, no Teatro Cultura Inglesa (Sp)&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/7484115566881351728-6435938834648880962?l=euripidesafavor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://euripidesafavor.blogspot.com/feeds/6435938834648880962/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7484115566881351728&amp;postID=6435938834648880962' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484115566881351728/posts/default/6435938834648880962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484115566881351728/posts/default/6435938834648880962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://euripidesafavor.blogspot.com/2010/08/piscina-sem-agua.html' title='Piscina (Sem Água)'/><author><name>Bocão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08731523472838283082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1vJuv0_J_1c/SbaI85dTC6I/AAAAAAAAAqY/odZwUCnTZg4/S220/VA8O0320.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1vJuv0_J_1c/TGXTDgVY7wI/AAAAAAAAB64/srsifauuk4g/s72-c/Piscina+sem+%C3%A1gua.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7484115566881351728.post-5268510293419541638</id><published>2010-08-04T20:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T20:53:31.804-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1vJuv0_J_1c/TFo06pdvGEI/AAAAAAAAB5g/jko8WTIwmOQ/s1600/CenÃ¡rio+Liverpool1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501768076954114114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 291px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1vJuv0_J_1c/TFo06pdvGEI/AAAAAAAAB5g/jko8WTIwmOQ/s400/Cen%C3%A1rio+Liverpool1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Acho que é assim que faz dinheiro:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;No Teatro, você faz o povo rir. No Cinema, você explode coisas na tela. Na televisão, você faz as senhoras chorarem. De preferência com o Gianechini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7484115566881351728-5268510293419541638?l=euripidesafavor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://euripidesafavor.blogspot.com/feeds/5268510293419541638/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7484115566881351728&amp;postID=5268510293419541638' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484115566881351728/posts/default/5268510293419541638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484115566881351728/posts/default/5268510293419541638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://euripidesafavor.blogspot.com/2010/08/acho-que-e-assim-que-faz-dinheiro-no.html' title=''/><author><name>Bocão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08731523472838283082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1vJuv0_J_1c/SbaI85dTC6I/AAAAAAAAAqY/odZwUCnTZg4/S220/VA8O0320.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1vJuv0_J_1c/TFo06pdvGEI/AAAAAAAAB5g/jko8WTIwmOQ/s72-c/Cen%C3%A1rio+Liverpool1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7484115566881351728.post-444426860474364853</id><published>2010-07-25T15:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-20T15:26:27.887-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Le Chansons D'amour</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1vJuv0_J_1c/TEy2_a-wH1I/AAAAAAAAB5Q/zVUYWeLFUZ8/s1600/casapraia.jpg9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497970445803069266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1vJuv0_J_1c/TEy2_a-wH1I/AAAAAAAAB5Q/zVUYWeLFUZ8/s400/casapraia.jpg9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; Porque um pouco de melancolia não faz mal a ninguém.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Writing "Le Bal"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7484115566881351728-444426860474364853?l=euripidesafavor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://euripidesafavor.blogspot.com/feeds/444426860474364853/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7484115566881351728&amp;postID=444426860474364853' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484115566881351728/posts/default/444426860474364853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484115566881351728/posts/default/444426860474364853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://euripidesafavor.blogspot.com/2010/07/le-chansons-damour.html' title='Le Chansons D&apos;amour'/><author><name>Bocão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08731523472838283082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1vJuv0_J_1c/SbaI85dTC6I/AAAAAAAAAqY/odZwUCnTZg4/S220/VA8O0320.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1vJuv0_J_1c/TEy2_a-wH1I/AAAAAAAAB5Q/zVUYWeLFUZ8/s72-c/casapraia.jpg9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7484115566881351728.post-1413153663310942113</id><published>2010-07-25T14:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T14:59:45.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ela está chegando!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1vJuv0_J_1c/TEyx6KeWN2I/AAAAAAAAB5I/il2ubYHjwKI/s1600/medea_teatro_greco_N.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497964857914701666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1vJuv0_J_1c/TEyx6KeWN2I/AAAAAAAAB5I/il2ubYHjwKI/s400/medea_teatro_greco_N.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"O crime é terrivelmente organizado. A coisa é tão organizada que no morro que freqüento, ao entrar, eu passo numa catraca!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Dorothy di Marquis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7484115566881351728-1413153663310942113?l=euripidesafavor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://euripidesafavor.blogspot.com/feeds/1413153663310942113/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7484115566881351728&amp;postID=1413153663310942113' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484115566881351728/posts/default/1413153663310942113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484115566881351728/posts/default/1413153663310942113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://euripidesafavor.blogspot.com/2010/07/ela-esta-chegando.html' title='Ela está chegando!'/><author><name>Bocão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08731523472838283082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1vJuv0_J_1c/SbaI85dTC6I/AAAAAAAAAqY/odZwUCnTZg4/S220/VA8O0320.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1vJuv0_J_1c/TEyx6KeWN2I/AAAAAAAAB5I/il2ubYHjwKI/s72-c/medea_teatro_greco_N.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7484115566881351728.post-7449368450060344106</id><published>2010-07-23T16:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-23T16:12:28.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FOTO CLÁSSICA DA SEMANA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1vJuv0_J_1c/TEohqA0TDQI/AAAAAAAAB5A/eWsM4dN3DXU/s1600/Alta+Sociedade.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497243300816686338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 147px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 230px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1vJuv0_J_1c/TEohqA0TDQI/AAAAAAAAB5A/eWsM4dN3DXU/s400/Alta+Sociedade.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Fernanda Montenegro e Ítalo Rossi em "Alta Sociedade"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Texto e Direção de Mauro Rasi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Teatro Scala - Rj (2002)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7484115566881351728-7449368450060344106?l=euripidesafavor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://euripidesafavor.blogspot.com/feeds/7449368450060344106/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7484115566881351728&amp;postID=7449368450060344106' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484115566881351728/posts/default/7449368450060344106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484115566881351728/posts/default/7449368450060344106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://euripidesafavor.blogspot.com/2010/07/foto-classica-da-semana_23.html' title='FOTO CLÁSSICA DA SEMANA'/><author><name>Bocão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08731523472838283082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1vJuv0_J_1c/SbaI85dTC6I/AAAAAAAAAqY/odZwUCnTZg4/S220/VA8O0320.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1vJuv0_J_1c/TEohqA0TDQI/AAAAAAAAB5A/eWsM4dN3DXU/s72-c/Alta+Sociedade.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7484115566881351728.post-6508296406318561346</id><published>2010-07-22T21:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-22T21:45:35.562-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Para Ilustrar</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1vJuv0_J_1c/TEkeMeYNYLI/AAAAAAAAB44/5dy-OzTDapQ/s1600/12819861_gal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496958019844268210" style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1vJuv0_J_1c/TEkbrk_bSBI/AAAAAAAAB4w/B7HBoDR22HE/s400/sot%C3%A3o.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; " - Aguenta a barra?", indaga o ex. suicida antes que seja tarde. "Sim", responde o incauto amigo de anos. Entre umas doses de cerveja e uma garrafa de água, o primeiro descortina a vontade de ser o outro, uma vez que como está não dá mais para continuar. Desfia e tece, tricota e envelhece, pois o tema remota problemas desde o berçário. Logo o interlocutor se assombra e se arrepende, mas como bom colega, não deixa de comentar: "Onde está sua dignidade?". "Vendi. A um preço baixíssimo", responde o infeliz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&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/7484115566881351728-5126602245003781333?l=euripidesafavor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://euripidesafavor.blogspot.com/feeds/5126602245003781333/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7484115566881351728&amp;postID=5126602245003781333' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484115566881351728/posts/default/5126602245003781333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484115566881351728/posts/default/5126602245003781333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://euripidesafavor.blogspot.com/2010/07/e-ai-aguenta-barra.html' title='E aí, aguenta a barra?'/><author><name>Bocão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08731523472838283082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1vJuv0_J_1c/SbaI85dTC6I/AAAAAAAAAqY/odZwUCnTZg4/S220/VA8O0320.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1vJuv0_J_1c/TEkbrk_bSBI/AAAAAAAAB4w/B7HBoDR22HE/s72-c/sot%C3%A3o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7484115566881351728.post-4252950877180538771</id><published>2010-07-22T12:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-22T15:26:34.217-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Em Breve no Brasil</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1vJuv0_J_1c/TEiiPhSepDI/AAAAAAAAB4o/F55qBiG9zKI/s1600/MÃ¡s+Respeto+que+soy+tu+madre!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496821732723303474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1vJuv0_J_1c/TEiiPhSepDI/AAAAAAAAB4o/F55qBiG9zKI/s400/M%C3%A1s+Respeto+que+soy+tu+madre!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Montagem Original Argentina de "Más Respeto que soy tu Madre!", com Antonio Gasalla. O espetáculo, um sucesso na Argentina, nasceu de um microblog do autor intitulado "Memórias de uma Gorda". O sucesso foi tão grande que se tornou a peça de maior êxito da última temporada em Buenos Aires. O texto já foi encenado em Portugal por Joaquim Monchique e em breve estará nos palcos brasileiros com Claudia Jimenez e Ernani Moraes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7484115566881351728-4252950877180538771?l=euripidesafavor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://euripidesafavor.blogspot.com/feeds/4252950877180538771/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7484115566881351728&amp;postID=4252950877180538771' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484115566881351728/posts/default/4252950877180538771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484115566881351728/posts/default/4252950877180538771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://euripidesafavor.blogspot.com/2010/07/em-breve-no-brasil.html' title='Em Breve no Brasil'/><author><name>Bocão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08731523472838283082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1vJuv0_J_1c/SbaI85dTC6I/AAAAAAAAAqY/odZwUCnTZg4/S220/VA8O0320.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1vJuv0_J_1c/TEiiPhSepDI/AAAAAAAAB4o/F55qBiG9zKI/s72-c/M%C3%A1s+Respeto+que+soy+tu+madre!.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7484115566881351728.post-5742662913623948608</id><published>2010-07-22T12:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-22T12:54:55.418-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Más Respeto que soy tu Madre!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1vJuv0_J_1c/TEigyFPGhiI/AAAAAAAAB4g/qG8fJGa4234/s1600/Mais+Respeito+que+sou+Tua+mÃ£e!+cenÃ¡rio.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496820127465113122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1vJuv0_J_1c/TEigyFPGhiI/AAAAAAAAB4g/qG8fJGa4234/s400/Mais+Respeito+que+sou+Tua+m%C3%A3e!+cen%C3%A1rio.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Aos alunos da comediografia, segue acima maquete do cenário da versão brasileira da peça "Más Respeto que soy tu Madre!", de Hernán Casciari. Adaptada e dirigida no Brasil por Miguel Falabella, a peça terá no elenco Claudia Jimenez e Ernani Moraes. 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