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Posted: Tue Jun 30, 2009 9:49 am
by Miss-Meow
Germangirl wrote:calypso wrote:
I can´t say, how much I would like to see that chase uncut - from all the cutting they did, I hate them most for the roof top chase.
I'm with you GG. I get the feeling we missed out on some great shots with the way the film was cut
Posted: Tue Jun 30, 2009 11:36 am
by Germangirl
Miss-Meow wrote:
I'm with you GG. I get the feeling we missed out on some great shots with the way the film was cut
Yes, we missed out on everything, Daniel was trying to do with getting his face in front of the cameras as much as possible - the reason was, that they didn´t need to cut the action all that much
Posted: Mon Sep 14, 2009 4:30 pm
by Vesper Lynd 007
Posted: Mon Sep 14, 2009 5:32 pm
by Daskedusken
Vesper Lynd 007 wrote:
What a man
Posted: Sat Sep 19, 2009 6:30 am
by Vesper Lynd 007
Posted: Sun Aug 01, 2010 6:16 pm
by JEC57
I was looking for something else and found this.
(I know tboss loves this scene.
)
Posted: Sun Aug 01, 2010 6:23 pm
by calypso
Posted: Tue Aug 03, 2010 11:50 pm
by calypso
Posted: Wed Aug 04, 2010 4:02 pm
by JEC57
Posted: Wed Aug 04, 2010 11:51 pm
by bumblebee
Such a sleek leopard.
Posted: Thu Aug 05, 2010 6:29 am
by JEC57
bumblebee wrote:Such a sleek leopard.
He certainly is extremely light on his feet, and very sure footed too.
Most of us would look where we were going if jumping down 3 or 4 large steps at the run....he just leaps, as you say, like a leopard.
I love the one I posted a couple back where the camera caught him in mid-air, half-way onto the roof of the car in QoS. Talk about "caught in flight"!
That kind of grace one cannot learn, a person has to be born with it, I think.
Posted: Thu Aug 05, 2010 7:07 pm
by calypso
The Panther
His vision, from the constantly passing bars,
has grown so weary that it cannot hold
anything else. It seems to him there are
a thousand bars; and behind the bars, no world.
As he paces in cramped circles, over and over,
the movement of his powerful soft strides
is like a ritual dance around a center
in which a mighty will stands paralyzed.
Only at times, the curtain of the pupils
lifts, quietly--. An image enters in,
rushes down through the tensed, arrested muscles,
plunges into the heart and is gone.
Rainer Maria Rilke
Posted: Thu Aug 05, 2010 7:15 pm
by bumblebee
Great poem!
Posted: Fri Sep 10, 2010 4:45 pm
by Daskedusken
Posted: Wed Mar 21, 2012 8:06 pm
by calypso