In keeping with: giving- a- spot- to- “undiscovered”- musical- talents — here is an amateur video of a cover of the Rice-and-Weber “Everything’s Alright” from the musicale “Jesus Christ Superstar” (1973) original rendered by Yvonne Elliman; this video from chuckvo61, name of talent not published.
A 3-minute snippet from the nine-hour film “Jesus of Nazareth” of Franco Zeffirelli, excerpted here for review purposes.
(background photo here: original, unretouched shot by Myra Lambino-Ramos)
My tiny, amateur review of just one aspect of this scene, sermon on the mount in “Jesus of Nazareth” (Zeffirelli, 1977).
Here, apparently, the filmmaker used largely natural light. It wasn’t very sunny and looked like it was shot early morning or late afternoon of that day, a balmy one; the sky, almost colorless.
a james-cameron-today would have retouched all of it with a computer-generated sky, playing with a splash of pinks, yellows, oranges.
But even if the technology were available at that time, i don’t think the filmmaker would have messed around with the colors that much – because he did not want to distract. The scene plays on the expressions on the faces of the characters, softly panned by the camera, to drive home the point, rather than trying to dazzle with a kaleidoscope of hues or of fantastic shots of boulders and cliffs.
In my opinion, the best-lit sermon-on-the-mount scene.
Very lean, very minimalist, very gentle – and therefore, all-powerful.
We were having iced naicha (a milky kind of tea) — on the mellowest earthquake, probably only the cats noticed. (FYI, the news agencies reported an earthquake hit Metro Manila at 1:29pm today, or about 45 minutes ago. ) Maybe if i were on my precarious tree pose (ashtanga) perched on a cliff, i’d feel it (or more precisely, i’d fall). maybe we could conduct an experiment where humans could try being able to detect the slightest, most imperceptible tremors by balancing themselves (ourselves) on tree poses, atop rocks, waiting, waiting, waiting, for the end of the world — but wouldn’t that be an awful waste of time; live to the fullest and without regret
(don’t second-guess, over spilt naicha, it’s a useless activity)
(i’m blabbering again; still pushing paper, can’t be useful to you, can i) I LIKE MY WALLPAPER (tiles) — IT’S A GLASS ROOF (photo by Myra Lambino-Ramos) — nobody appreciates my visual metaphors, boo-hoo, hu-hu-hu (wailing and weeping again)
— who builds glass roofs — get it?