“If you’re going to try, go all the way. Otherwise don’t even start. This could mean losing girlfriends, wives, relatives, jobs. And maybe your mind. It could mean not eating for three or four days. It could mean freezing on a park bench. It could mean jail. It could mean derision. It could mean mockery, isolation. Isolation is the gift. All the others are a test of your endurance. Of how much you really want to do it. And you’ll do it, despite rejection in the worst odds. And it will be better than anything else you can imagine. If you’re going to try, go all the way. There is no other feeling like that. You will be alone with the gods. And the nights will flame with fire. You will ride life straight to perfect laughter. It’s the only good fight there is. ” (fala de Henry Chinaski, alter ego de Charles Bukowski, em Factotum).
Filmaço! Matt Dilon e Marisa Tomei estão irreconhecíveis. Algumas cenas perfeitas, como a do bêbado que procura trabalhos temporários. Saí do cinema com vontade de beber, largar o emprego e virar músico e poeta. Com vontade de declarar meu amor às mulheres, de olhar o céu, de comer carne e sentir cheiro de noite. É um filme que nos faz querer viver (porque para viver não basta apenas viver, já dizia algum poeta bêbado por aí).
Trabalho com espaços de transformação: 