A few days ago I watched the movie “somewhere” by Sofia Coppola, which shows the life of Johnny Marco, a star completely bored with hisr celebrity and utterly devoid of any real meaning of life. At a press conference, someone makes him the most difficult question to answer: “After all, who is Johnny Marco?”.
It was with this question in my mind that I accepted the assignment to write about Luana Piovani. I wanted to understand if it was possible to answer this question, in the case of a celebrity in what is said to be thoroughly tested and is shown to be as natural and spontaneous that the person has lost the notion of actually saying what I think and believe.

It is common for anyone to adapt to the environment in which it is placed. In the middle of the celebrities, it seems that this is even more fundamental, almost a condition of survival in the wild.

I do not like to write about someone I do not know intimately with preconceived judgments by more inevitable it can be. Therefore, I felt it when he suggested talking to Serafina Luana before plotting your profile. And actually, I did not care to draw a profile according to my research criteria, but only try to understand a universe that is so strange to me.

Specifically regarding Luana, I did not care his personal life and your sexual intimacy, with how many guys she’s been or who slept last night. So after the meeting I had with her, still do not know what color her panties or her samba school “heart” and still no interest in knowing.

Can I continue to live in ignorance of these facts seem to think that some journals of paramount importance. What interests me is the investigation of the woman beneath the shell of celebrity. And that means that it may well be in jeans and shirt. Who wants another kind of matter, just click on Google in “Luana Piovani + scandals” and quench their lust.

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Luana in the dressing room I hope she will submit to makeup for the shoot you’ll do next. It’s very hot in Rio de Janeiro, excessive heat for a legitimate polar bear as I Parana, Sao Paulo currently living in an igloo.
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I hope Luana is reading a book of interviews with Tom Waits. I try to get familiar with the “modus operandi” of the interviewers, although it has not the slightest intention of acting as such a species. I just want to talk informally with her to try to understand the mystery behind the famous figure. And note that I said humbly, just understand, not decipher. Never had such a claim.

She opens the door, smiling the same smile I saw 20 years ago when she appeared on the show “Fri Appeal” as a teen model eating popcorn and watching boxing. She enters, sits down, greets me and we started talking

Surprisingly to me, she is considered, with a quick wit and articulation enviable. Not that I’m suspicious of his wits. After all, she lives with open mic before her since she was 16 years. I think she sits down to give an interview and readily activates its defense system.

But then the unexpected happened which made me immediately and unfortunately my old theory about celebrities, ie, the total adaptation to the environment. Someone opened the door of her dressing room and changed radically laying. It was like leaving the disengagement of a good cellar and a drunk teenager in the house of a neighboring winemakers to living with and affected chattering matrons. Luana turned and fitted according to opinion integrated into the new medium that presented itself.

So when we returned to being alone, she again transfixed, looked into his eyes, not masked, played the game as it should be played. And the woman went back to being nice and frank (?) From the beginning of the interview.

And so it was likely during the 50 minutes we spent talking. She went from Jeckyl to Hyde in seconds. Cain and Abel or John Victor Quinzinho, ones to look for a reference and more consistent with the television interview, someone simply open the door.
She confesses that, despite making his first work as an actress at age 16, only discovered that I really wanted to live the profession at 19 when he made his first stage play.

She tells me of his new projects, the film “Agamemnon,” director Victor Lopes being shot in Rio, the show “The Invisible Woman,” which opens at the Globe in May, and the program “Superbonita” the NSG, which as the actress will host from April.

Tell me of his childhood in Jaboticabal with parents and young fans of rock and roll (the father) and MPB (the mother) and she always awakened by loud music. She was always too lazy to be the best student in her class as if they sensed that the track would you choose to follow dispense of a brilliant school curriculum. “I was pleased with my grade 8. Studying what people do not like it’s boring.”

Luana is a class, do not be shy dating, going out to drink and say what you think; choose cultivates friendships and even something as passionately demanding help.Luana leaves no questions unanswered and boasts of it, but does very well and cleverly evasive when we come in with more delicate terrain. I asked her if there was something terrible in his life and that she avoided talking about it. She gave me a huge response and said nothing.

I smiled with admiration. Not afraid to play the odds with her sexy side in adult films and then work on children’s plays. “Inside me is a trillion things beyond the childlike and sexy.” Believed that if he had to go a heaven after death, “would be just like here, but without pain and without powder.”

Give an answer that apparently tested it stimulates is knowledge, not fame or money. As she spoke, sympathized more with it, because what interested me was what was behind the answer, it’s between the lines I tried to respond with their experience and trickery of “professional interview” because I like the determined woman and apparently without fear, with undeniable vocation for success, however success is something that only interests me as much as I care about the mass killing, that is, only as an object of study.
But I really like the girl who, when he wants to ease the pain and suffering, surrenders to his indispensable primer with four items: “Dancing, drinking, staying with friends and cry.”

Luana, it could be totally disarmed, the kind of woman would be able to make you forget about their political preferences or the team you root for. Why, with so lovely contradiction, it is still important and you believe you can be up to Corinthians and Palmeiras at the same time, Flamengo and Fluminense.

I left that dressing room with the mystery untouched not understand this strange and inhospitable world, where I am driven by a blind guide through the maze that is the jungle. And diamonds are still raw and, fortunately, eternal.

We still have plenty of time to try to understand. And if none of us can, there is at least sure that will continue Luana beautiful as Rio de Janeiro, I traveled by taxi toward the Santos Dumont unbearably scorching that afternoon and not at all predictable.

Between one and another back up, review of long stretches of School of Rock, the best film by Richard Link. It is always a delight to review this movie. Jack Black, even with this cartoonish role, which comes very close to irritate, fit like a glove for this class of pre-teens who discover rock.

“Motorhead, AC / DC, Zeppelin? What can they teach in a school?”

The likelihood, thankfully, passes away. Super conservative parents see only the good of the children on stage, not usually think in awe, which is usually associated with rock music in general: promiscuity, drugs, neglected school life, a future of rebellion against “The Man “that is, they, what they represent. But the turn ofLinklater realizes that too. In fact, the greatest subversion is coming from parents tochildren. The joy of seeing the children did well with conservative parents that all fall under this, abolish all fears for the sake of Petiz. The children taught parents to look at the world differently.

Professor Jack Black takes care to fit everyone, a true rock community, whereanyone who wants to enter, simply an interest in music.

Curiosity is pictured above, the family tree of rock, which seemed very well thought out.

How is that Linklater would make that mistake shortly after called Fast Food Nation?

There are times I follow the work of Mario Bortolotto. It is a work that moves between the mad drama, literature and music. With a penchant slightly higher, with regard to quantity, the texts for the theater. But Bortolotto is primarily a writer, if we may say so. While he writes, directs and acts in his plays, is the lead singer and principal songwriter of the rock band Bag of Rats. They’re on myspace for those who want to check.

But let’s stick to something specific. Last month the guy released his first book of short stories titled “DJ – Songs to play in hell.” The theme of Mario travels between the So Paulo underworld, prostitutes, bars, booze, music. Who remembered our old bastard Bukowski is on track.

The first part of the book consists of tales of songs with titles ranging from Lennon’s Jealous Guy Given the dog a bone of AC / DC, which explains the name of the collection. But over the 22 stories in the book, divided into 3 parts, what we see is the ability to repeat a theme, which the author is knowledgeable expert, and so it becomes not falling into the endless sameness. Bortolotto mastered the art of telling dirty dawn the center of Babylon.

We loner who just want a little peace. We glasses of whiskey bum in the hands of saxophonists who do not know where to go. We see the dogs howling at night while trying a piece of food in garbage cans nerve center of Sao Paulo. For all that we see angels floating down to earth wondering where they came from those melancholy notes, at the request of a God that sometime forgotten them, and perhaps now feel a sort of remorse. As one of the famous quotes and sayings of Danny Kaye says: “Life is a great big canvas, and you should throw all the paint on it you can.”

First highlight the tale Knockin’on heaven’s door, Mr. Dylan song where the guy comes into the sky and begins to find real character like Paul Leminski, Vinicius de Moraes and Paul Francis, and they drink in bars and talk about who are still here, about poetry and literature. Second highlight is a kind of trilogy, where a former boxer, a great guy and now masseuse football club, which passes through wistfully sad and lonely life with the backdrop of the World Cups 50, 54 and 58 .

Bortolotto know about what you write, that violence lives on the skin of the big city.Violence sometimes explicit (eerily reminiscent of the three shots that took a theater bar Parlapates a year ago in Roosevelt Square), now symbolic. But this experience makes all the difference, like Bukowski, thematic repetition does not make a creative place of comfort, but of confrontation, a painful confrontation.