o blues

E, uma vez que até nos estamos a aproximar do Coimbra em Blues e estamos, não percam de vista Black Snake Moan. Estreou há dias nos Estados Unidos e bem que promete - leiam a crítica da Slate ou, se não querem, leiam só isto:

We open on a scene of Rae (Ricci) desperately banging her boyfriend (Justin Timberlake), who's Iraq-bound with the National Guard. Moments after seeing Ronnie off with a promise to be true, Rae is getting dirty with a burly black drug dealer. That same night, she gets high at a party, has semiconsensual sex on a football field, and is subsequently raped, beaten, and left for dead by Ronnie's best friend.
It's hard out there for a ho — until Rae meets Lazarus, the embittered farmer and former bluesman played by Samuel Jackson, who finds Rae by the side of the road and takes her in. Sprawled half-conscious on the couch inside Lazarus' country shack, Rae displays signs of "the sickness," a kind of erotic fever whose symptoms include writhing in panties and scratching at one's thighs. Lazarus, determined to drive out the demons from this suffering young woman, submerges her in an ice-cold bath (actually a terrible way to treat a fever, but let's hope no one is watching this movie for first-aid advice), reads to her from the Bible, and eventually padlocks her to the radiator with that large, clanking chain.

Se isto não vos chega, ouçam a banda sonora completa (e excelente) do filme no site. Ou, pelo menos, vejam-me este trailer.