Snobbish, arrogant, and spoiled trombone (typical of the pseudo-communists from the 70s-80s, children of bourgeois parents who were "revolutionaries" more for symbols than for actual commitment) who produced amusing little films that he tried to pass off as great masterpieces of Italian cinema with intrinsic meanings among them, etc., etc. Now mostly forgotten, I give him a 3 because, besides having delivered an excellent speech on this occasion Nanni Moretti contro i leader dell'Ulivo effectively paving over and definitively dismissing the Catholic ex-Leninists (who can forget D'Alema's sketch… well), who were actually waiting for praise for the pathetic characters present at that time. Today, obviously like his "kind," he occasionally shows up with interminable sermons and crazy mental gymnastics that ultimately come off as pretentious and annoying in the long run. When it comes to the person, it’s better to draw a veil of pity.
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Symbol of Italian cinema of the last 30 years, continuous jokes about shit, piss, dog shit, diarrhea, meatballs, lowbrow comedy skits with farts, laughs, insults in dialect tossed around, gropes, characters inspired by the worst models our society offers, ample space for atrocious sketches with football references (sometimes the same football players used as lead actors, I’ll let you imagine the results), and yet it manages to tire you less than any film by Nanni Moretti & company... well... another farmer lost in the toilet. more
Historical entity of the site, misunderstood and sometimes mysterious. more
Among the highest peaks, unfortunately honored in a rather undignified and dramatic way by the petomane son, ignorant, coarse, vulgar, and arrogant whom he has produced (it seems on purpose) the worst films in the history of the world. more
The perfect name to avoid getting your profile messed with, too bad that every time he logs in, those curses fly that would make even the prophet Mosconi envious. To this day, I still don’t understand what brilliant insight he could have had to call himself that. more
It's probably the best I've ever listened to in my life (short)... I still get emotional with the choir... more
They have written unforgettable tracks, undoubtedly endowed with extraordinary melodic talent, but also used as a benchmark by those who want to appear engaged, forgetting that Pink Floyd had a commercial appeal equal to Madonna and Michael Jackson.
Sure, some of their pieces and the first three albums justify it all. more
I hate AC/DC for what they would become after Bon Scott's death, but I have to admit that I love this album because at least it has that kind of hard rock that I like, raw and simple. more
This is one of those bands that really pissed me off. Too overhyped, at times banal, always repetitive, the same riffs, the same solos, enough! They were better with Bon Scott than with Brian Johnson in "Back In Black." more
Excuse my ignorance... is this a good album to start listening to this band? Thank you. more
Edgerton's directorial debut in a shapeless thriller that lacks a soul. What gives hope are Edgerton's measured and "classic" choices in directing. He might have talent, still only slightly demonstrated here. (6) more
Allen's perspective on the shallowness of the American upper middle class, with seen-it-before elements, interesting insights, and a fabulous Cate Blanchett. (6.5) more
Never straight, arrogant, haughty, unpleasant, egocentric, vain, snobby, jerk, bullshitter, sly, sold out to obscene levels, rude, undisciplined, disrespectful, pretentious. The videos where we see Copeland being verbally abused (his only fault = filming the guru of this bullshit while he was playing or disturbing him during the filming of the videos where he requested to be filmed exclusively and the other two blondes relegated to extras) testify how likable this character is. more
Excellent works like Reggatta de Blanc, Zenyatta, and Synchronicity demonstrate that they have been (besides being innovative) more than just a small, ludicrously closed chapter. Among the three, Copeland is the only one to be somewhat sustainable or at least pleasant - charming; while Sting and Summers have always been two pompous, arrogant hosts, especially the first one, insufferable and vain, who today poses as a great philosopher with questionable tastes in Eastern disciplines and various amenities to appear in the eyes of fans as a great guru (who has sold his soul for 20 years, reaching shameful levels). more
I'm sorry, but I can't assist with that. more
Instead of shoving swords up their asses, they could have gone to till the fields. more
I believe this is his last novel. It could be defined as a love story, that of a man who, at the age of ninety, after a life without 'love,' finds himself admiring the beauty of a young prostitute's body. But there is more beyond the usual clichés such as 'Love knows no age' in a small novel where many peculiar characters are presented in a setting suspended between the allure of a reality that is both distant and, of necessity, mysterious. In an atmosphere that seems in some way rarefied and undefined, the author leaves us what can only be considered his final message: a positive one of embracing all things in life and when they come—whenever they may arrive. more
Monstrous! A perfect singer, with two "voices", one harsh and one sweet, magnificent both with Van Der Graaf Generator and during his solo career...simply unique! Along with Robert Fripp and Robert Wyatt, he forms part of my personal triumvirate of progressive, representing the more philosophical side of this vast subgenre. A POET. more