During the depression (that which is begun in the ' 29, Not ' 92), the great studios made films showy, high fashion, allow funny of-all-have-film in order to contribute to take the minds of the persons to the wide one of the misery and of the hunger that lived within then looked at a film for a nichelino, and crowds crowded for the theatres in order to see the world in which the persons they have danced and drunk champagne and it wore wonderful dresses. Pretending that someone from some part was amusing it has been the better thing for being there. Films are changed a po ' from then, with many succeeding films of is based on a public to watch horror scenes that misfortune less " civilizzati" cultures, where the persons are not accustomed to the violence like entertainment form. But this that is not changed is l' importance of the feminine beauty to carry also films lousiest outside the red one and in black. And if it can be arrived to remove the garments (or to find a double body in order to fill up), the film still more will have happened. I adore films, the films in particular, with good wefts strong and a good dialogue and of excellent quality, reason for which in these days I watch a foreign film bag. But if indeed, indeed believed that the actresses that I see on the screen l' aspect that I would have, depresses to me and to remain in that way. Fortunately, I have a strong guideline truth and a enough healthy ego. I do not go to watch anytime like Winona Ryder soon, creed, but I have give. And if I feel myself to slip my truth, I to enter in tune with fashionable parading on the entertainment channel and to watch dressed means down slink model the track as a sick animal tries its lair. And ' difficult to take of the average rappresentazioni of women " bellezza" seriously, when you have as soon as ended to count the crests on the thoracic case of a model. (I am thinking to begin to non-profit called To save the models. Its main scope would be that one to supply models with minestre nourishing, supplied on-situated, 24 hours to the day.) Thus this morning I was watching an infinite film series Jimmy Cagney and trying to concentrate to me on my job, but I have continued is made to distract from Barges Davis, that a beautiful girl has played, a nurse, in this film of 1933. The era before obtained its Barges Barges Eyes Davis and the crazy one, the role buio was more late than type pressofuso in thus well. It was not as well as Barges that have distracted to me like have been the Bette' trick; s. Its sopracciglia was matita thin and matita in, and its ace appeared pastosa-makeup phase is changed much from 1933. If you had not read the credits, I would not have known who I was: she was that ordinary (in a passage kind actressy). Thus I was watching to fall in love with Cagney Barges, and thinking, like before she it was freaky and Noire and thus Barges, was alone un' other pretty girl in a film. And I asked what would have happened to Barges if it were happened that l' crazy shadow eye and that spigolosa look that later on acquired? It would have never to become a famous one star? Perhaps not, but we will not never know it, because she was a great actress, and would have made also with only seeming an other beautiful ace. This type of me filler to what I wanted to say when I have begun. C' it is the fascination and the refinement that we are " dovrebbe" to have, than fight for and from the desperation having never, and then c' he is the real one, day for day the beauty that many women show when they are making the bucato one or to sail the children in turn, or to acquire alimentary kinds in theirs suda with hats collected in a horse tail and not a trick piece. This that the women do not know (and I I am here, comprised me, because " conoscere" intellectually and knowing a true one and periodically they are two totally different things), is that often the men fall in love themselves of women who, for once, Aren ' t to think approximately their looks. I had a friend once, a timid boy, than he fell in love himself lost from far away, with a woman whom he had not never noticed before. She saw with truppa the Brownie was leader. She wore a Pippo uniform and its time, the chestnut tree (its word) the hats in down, and was playing tag with a group of children and laughing the head outside. She fell thus fallen in love that she did not succeed to stop to speak about as was watched laughing and working, with the sun between hats. Years ago, I was seated on one of the lateral seats on a cross-bus campus. I wore a summery skirt rayon, one of those Indian press, not exactly a fashionable declaration. When l' bus has taken an abrupt tacking, has nearly slipped to right leaving from the park bench. Not one of my moments more elegant. This university professor has taken sexy look at me, imbarazzato and tightening the pole d' steel that had saved to me from the sitting in the corridor, and has been an element for a year. Creed that what I am trying to say is, not c' a lot little or reason is rhyme that is behind because people find to us attractive. I am not sure that he has a lot to that making with the looks as well as how much draft of being same you and then falling on the people to which happens to appreciate in that way. I could mistake itself, but I do not believe of being.
