Guia Para Um Final Feliz (Silver Linings Playbook, 2012), dentro de um género que costuma ser menosprezado - a Comédia Romântica - conseguiu vencer preconceitos e estar na galeria dos melhores filmes do ano por mérito próprio.
Os tempos de Capra e sobretudo de Lubitsch, provavelmente o maior especialista no género, vão longe. E se estes tiveram a vantagem de desbravar caminhos, onde tudo o que faziam era novidade e por isso, reconhecido, tal, por outro lado, comportava a dificuldade de arriscar em histórias e formas de fazer cinema com resultados imprevisíveis. Hoje sabemos que o género se sedimentou, mas rapidamente (passados 10 ou 20 anos), perdeu prestígio junto dos Dramas, Thrillers ou Épicos.
Por isto, é de aplaudir quando aparece uma Comédia Romântica que consegue ser tão mais especial do que as outras para merecer o reconhecimento não só do Público mas também da crítica. Não é Guia Para Um Final Feliz que vai inverter uma tendência, mas o facto de ser um grande filme, com grandes interpretações (Jennifer Lawrence possui uma personalidade fantástica, mas todo o elenco é genial), merece, em si mesmo, um aplauso.
Uma história que passeia na fronteira da comédia, e que consegue ser brilhantemente aligeirada pela mestria com que doseia ironia e seriedade: um argumento muito bem arrancado a partir de uma situação que facilmente poderia cair na banalidade, e muito bem suportado num elenco de luxo.
Os dois grandes (não necessariamente os únicos, mas muito superiores aos restantes) motivos pelos quais vale a pena ver A Vida de Pi (Life of Pi, 2012):
- This lamb is exquisite. It's the best dish on the table. You're all missing out. You only need to convert to three more religions, Piscine, and you'll spend your life on holiday.
- Are you going to Mecca this year, Swami Jesus? Or to Rome for your coronation as Pope Pius?
- You stay out of this, Ravi.
- Just like you like cricket, Pi has his own interests.
- No, Gita. Ravi has a point, you know? You cannot follow three different religions at the same time, Piscine.
- Why not?
- Because, believing in everything at the same time, is the same as not believing in anything at all.
- He's young, Santosh. He's still finding his way.
- And how can he find his way, if he does not choose a path? Listen, instead of leaping from one religion to the next, why not start with reason? In a few hundred years, science has taken us farther in understanding the universe, than religion has in ten thousand.
- That is true. Your father is right. Science can teach us more about what is out there, but not what is in here (-the heart-).
- Yeah. Some eat meat, some eat vegetable, I do not expect us to all to agree about everything, but I'd much rather have you believe in something I don't agree with, than to accept everything blindly. And that begins with thinking rationally. You understand? Good.
- I would like to be baptized.
(...)
- By the time we reached the Mexican shore, I was afraid to let go of the boat. My strength was gone, I was so weak. I was afraid that in two feet of water, so close to deliverance, I would drown. I struggled to shore, and fell upon the sand. It was warm and soft, like pressing my face against the cheek of God. And somewhere, two eyes were smiling at having me there. I was so spent, I could hardly move. And so Richard Parker went ahead of me. He stretched his legs, and walked along the shore. At the edge of the jungle, he stopped. I was certain he was going to look back to me. Flatten his ears to his head, growl, that he would bring our relationship to an end in some way. But he just stared ahead into the jungle. And then, Richard Parker, my fierce companion, the terrible one who kept me alive… disappeared forever from my life. After a few hours, a member of my own species found me. He left and returned with a group who carried me away. I wept like a child, not because I was overwhelmed at having survived, although I was. I was weeping because Richard Parker left me… so unceremoniously. It broke my heart. You know, my father was right. Richard Parker never saw me as his friend. After all we had been through, he didn't even look back. But I have to believe there was more in these eyes than my own reflection staring back at me. I know it, I felt it. Even if I can't prove it. You know, I've left so much behind… my family, the zoo, India, Anandi… I suppose in the end the whole of life becomes an act of letting go. But what always hurts the most, is not taking a moment to say goodbye. I was never able to thank my father, for all I'd learnt from him. To tell him without his lessons… I would never have survived! I know Richard Parker's a tiger, but… I wish I had said: “It's over, we survived… thank you for saving my life. I love you, Richard Parker. You'll always be with me… But I can't be with you.”
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