Clear eyes. Full hearts. Can not lose.
The Dillon Panthers guys can read this sentence every time they want in their dressing room. The cry with all the strength they have, while they bang their helmets against each other. In the field, including tackles and crazy racing towards the goal, they support each other, become strong, they win. The lights on Friday night and every problem vanishes in the surrounding darkness. What remains off the field. Inside the camp, only a passion for winning hearts filled with a purity disconcerting.
Friday Night Lights. A serial
a surprise. Continuous emotion. An explosion of lights in the sky.
as the best sports and teen drama of all time, like any fine work and experimental, Friday Night Lights does not arrive at all.
The sport in question is football, a game typically American. The team in question is that of the Panthers, the high school in Dillon (imaginary town in Texas). Than any other character, Coach Eric Taylor, a brilliant football coach, the first from which the purity and honesty of the convictions. What shall bear any problem, in and out of the team, what, goatskin and coach, is also a father. His wife Tami is a consultant in the same school where her husband works. The spalleggia, critics and comforts him in every decision. They pass each other the problems of boys, just as if they were a team of two. Yes, because Friday Night Lights is the real game of life which is played off the pitch. What
played Dillon.
Dillon does not exist. But it embodies the typical American city of the province in the depths of the United States. We are a school, two churches, a car dealer. A bar, a streep club, snack bar. We know everyone by name and surname and crazy exclusively for football. All around, a typical Texan desert. A small town far from any other, away from the central state. It is inhabited by people who, if they visit New York, they feel in a foreign land. Dillon is America, but a different America. Everything comes to this small, everything is heard. In fact, the great merit of the series is to not to create the types never fixed. Each character is unique. We must not think of a teen drama of the most popular and - add - stupid. There are students who pretend to be starlets and try to copy bad soap operas, low alloy. There are guys who go to school to meet, fuck and then sigh with tears and her eyes sparkling.
The pilot episode is just so overwhelming. Jason Street, the quarterback of the team, is the perfect guy in every respect. Handsome and confident, model student, in front of him is a bright future as a player. Boyfriend is probably the most beautiful girl in Dillon, Lyla, Captain Cheerleaders of the team. Jason is the driver of the group. Before entering the field is all kneel down, make them pray, spurs them on. Ten minutes later, Jason does a nasty tackle, it falls to the ground, unmoving never to rise again. Paralyzed legs and crippled hands, to seventeen years Jason is forced to reconsider everything. Just as Matt Saracen, reserve quarterback subscriber to the bench, shy boy who lives alone with her grandmother suffering from dementia: as soon as Jason gets injured, the coach throws in the field, handing the leadership team and the fate of the match . Matt is one of those who speak softly, do not ever raise his eyes when someone talks to him. Matt has been abandoned by his mother and father let alone for Iraq; deals unflinchingly with a grandmother who loves him but has an endless array of problems. Matt studies, trains, works. It supports everything. And in the field becomes a lion. When it's one of his throws, the ball comes to rest in the arms of Brian "Smash" Williams. The black boy running like the wind. The boy haughty, proud and a little 'arrogant with his attitude that masks a difficult life and an escape from the ghetto. Or is one of the powerful shoulders of Tim Riggins is the ball away. Tim is the beautiful and damned in history. Beautiful, alcoholic, phenomenal, in a tender heart, too soft. Steering a middle course between the chaos, inside and outside of him, and a desperate desire for peace and happiness. Easy, too. Around them, a cast of characters ever smaller and ever-changing. Lyla, Tyra, the smart girl who wants to escape from his destiny as easy woman, Julie, the daughter of Coach Landry and his metal band in a garage. Each of them wants to go out, to succeed, to succeed. Maybe at the university. Or find balance and a bit 'of peace.
And find it. When Friday night, travel or home games, it comes into play, you sit in the stands, light up the lights. Every problem vanishes and becomes only reason to win. To let off steam. In order to remain pure. And for this win. Always. Even when you lose.
We often speak of God but without any conviction. God is a word sometimes empty, sometimes a placebo, other times just a mask. Where is God if, after having prayed intensely, Jason is paralyzed? The fact is that each character's story is a little 'god. Everyone is master of his own life and the fight by coming to terms with adversity. The challenge. Win or lose. But still fighting.
Three seasons seen in almost a month. Waiting anxiously for the fourth time that the charges are on Joi. The series is clear on Rai4, after going on Fox. In Italy, unfortunately, you will not find magic with the title of Friday Night Lights, but with the insignificant High School Team. Name that limits each significance and any chance of the series (on the disasters of securities, a day I'll write).
Friday Night Lights is likely to be in every particular, and experimental point of view.
First, the standard serial is not the usual ones. Each series tends to count among the twenty-three and twenty-five episodes. The first set consists of twenty-two episodes of FNL. The second of only fifteen, due to the writers' strike. However from here it was decided to adopt the standard of the thirteen episodes: thirteen are in the third, fourth and fifth series. And it's amazing how a story can be dealt with choral thirteen episodes: no excess, no unnecessary lengthening of the story, no deviation. One has the sense of a compact narrative flowing smoothly.
Second, the direction and editing.
The director relies on hand-held camera, often flickering, the use of frames "useless" to the story or pictures from unexpected points of view. The machine at hand involves a total freedom for the actors, who move to their liking. The camera follows them without rules, sometimes flat sequentially, while the performers take a drama that focuses on daily speech: improvise their lines, often talk over each other. What you notice most is the leapfrogging of field and no perfect match between the fields and reverse: in both cases the connections are lost on the look. You can shoot a scene from under his elbow and zoom in on a face. An actor can cover almost any target. The image can be out of focus. Natural light can do reverb on the machine. The natural light becomes almost a symbol here. Usually these series reduces the shooting, but FNL in the exterior are many, often built through long tracking shots. Many sequences are silent. A lot of downtime. A total of a desert playground. The machine wobbles, the orange light of sunset creating shades. On the side, a small, one player kneels and laying his shoes playing in the grass. Lingers with his head down. Prolonged silence, time dead. Lyricism.
And here we reach the climax of this series. The music. Explosions in the Sky have created a ost of all respect that points to the contrast with violent images. Apart from a few roars metal in the most excited of the lots, the music is slow. Collides against shaky images and faces tested. The music is king, it becomes a way to break through the pictures and get where there are no words. There are many sequences in total silence, music and parade of places, faces, situations. Inferences and emotions to the viewer. It happens to watch a fast-paced game. And maybe the last few minutes are in slow motion. The guitar arpeggios, slow. Touches a chord. The ball goes into touchdowns. The music explodes.
I noticed the emotion that gave me this series thanks to the continuous disclosure of director and cinematic techniques. The camera is . It is making a shot, the proflimico is photographed. The director shows. For the first time I found myself faced with a series to advance the story does not rely on the usual reverse fields that orchestrate dialogues verbose. These are the pictures to build it (and the actors, really talented here: it is not easy to communicate with facial expressions or eye). Then there assembly. Syncopated alternating parallel - copy the alternation "Violent" in one of the last episodes of the first series: while the Panthers play in the mud in a field beyond recognition, Tyra Colette suffers violence. For short fragments alternate the bodies of players who plating with no holds barred and unrecognizable images, fast, and close-ups of Tyra trying to get rid of the close of the rapist.
music. An episode opens with a long shot on the Texas desert and a tree in the distance. It is dawn. Music is the only living thing. I immediately jumped to mind Pasolini's that phrase about the sound: "The source music breaks through flat images, or deceptively deep, screen, opening on the deep mixed and boundless life. "That's exactly what happens in FNL. Jason Street in the wheelchair is returned to the field, along with his team in a capacity crowd that pays the due honors. Exlposions The one part in the Sky , the festive atmosphere and a bizarre game of each other. At the center, Jason with his dissonant mix of emotions. inexplicable but perfectly understandable because the encounter of image and music. And you end to participate wholeheartedly in the fate of Dillon Panthers.
Helmets up, you run, you scream. They celebrate, have fun, drink, kissing, crying. We quarrel with their parents, study, work. All with a simple stun . What happens in History does not belong to us, but it becomes ours. The desire to fight and win.
Then, light up the lights. And for the duration of a game where all the emotions of a small town in the middle of a field. It is an explosion of magic.
To give an idea:
"Your Hand in Mine - Explosions in the Sky