Bisius

LA-LA-LA-LA-LALALA-LA-LALALALALAAAA AAA!!! (but you’re a meanie, you could have left it for me, right?)

Beautiful, engaging, a bit too immature, perhaps... but, for being English, completely out of the box.

I saw it, and to be honest, I prefer Deep Red.

Great, Velluto, you confirm yourself as one of the best reviewers on this site. I haven't seen the film, but I've always liked Argento as a director... in my opinion, his most beautiful film is Profondo Rosso.

Compared to the books, there's no competition here. Rowling writes decent books (the latest one is quite good), but the movies are complete crap that completely distort the meaning of the story. Bits that come and go, stuff that's made up, acting that looks like it's performed by robots (neither a hint of passion nor a hint of feeling), special effects that seem to have come from Windows 95. Money down the drain.

But let's analyze the latest writing of this Socrates. <I'm addressing the person who runs the site (who, to be honest, I've never understood who they are, even though I'm not a novice...): [HERE THIS INDIVIDUAL SOCRATES IS SELF-GLORYING IN HIS ARROGANCE] is it possible to put these disturbed figures [BUT HE FIGHTS FAIRLY!!!] in a position where they can't cause harm? [I THINK THE MARLBORO ARE WORSE] Have you wondered why so many have left tired of this nonsense? [OF COURSE, MANY LEFT BECAUSE THEY NO LONGER WANTED TO REVIEW. ONCE AGAIN, THOUGH, HE ALWAYS KNOWS EVERYTHING!] What interest is there in making debaser the realm of the bisius? [BUT YOU KNOW WHAT A PAIN?] Do you have more contacts? Is there significant qualitative growth of the site? I don't think so, [YES, THERE IS] and quantitative? [NO, BECAUSE IT'S BECOMING A PILE OF CRAP] Anyone who can, please respond to me.> Next time I'll write a review on Socrates, so we can talk about Giovanni Allevi.

Oh, Socrates, I was about to reply to you, then I thought to myself: "But what's the point? If I respond, he will just counter with insults and threats to Scafroglia, like Chuck Norris never could...". Anyway, Mariaelena took care of it.

<oh bisiusse, makkiselinkula to you, how many years are you, the messages you send, the fakes you keep, those you will hold when you leave and so on. for me, do whatever you want. you got an extra cap?> If it were up to me...

<Bisius, but tell me: was it fun to make others believe you were 15 when it wasn't true, or is it better to have a drink with old friends?> Oh, well. A million dollar question. Let’s just say I can't handle alcohol well, and I don't have any old friends (at least, since elementary school ended, I lost touch with them). As for the first question: I told you that having sex with a horse was counterproductive, your brain has shifted. (At least, before I leave, I want to enjoy responding to your stupid provocations.)

<...For not wanting to accept your little game of fifteen years?> It's an alternative to the game of the goose, or did you just write it for the sake of writing? <For having revealed your cheap "design"?> Ogre. I knew I was at risk doing the murals in broad daylight on the wall of the police station.