Finnegan

semi-illiterate reviewer, beautiful film parody of American college comedies, devastating description of the incommunicability and selfishness that underpin human relationships, representation of a sedated youth, narcotized by a thousand different drugs, by a thousand lies, and a generation of adults completely inadequate to provide any kind of answers, who continue to refuse any responsibility. The camera is a distant eye, spying on the characters in all aspects, even the most reprehensible, of everyday life, penetrating into their thoughts. Terrifying soundtrack, and I repeat, terrifying. Almost a masterpiece is the scene of Victor's trip to Europe, which reminded me, for its frantic rhythms, almost of a contemporary update and a parody of Kerouac (I no longer know who I am, I feel like the ghost of a stranger), a wonder of Ellis perfectly rendered by Avary. Obviously, it’s superfluous to talk about the wonderful screenplay and dialogues, while fundamental for the economy of the review is the underlying irony, a black humor and, above all, grotesque and disorienting: the character of Dick, absolutely hilarious to me, is its perfect representation. I know that despite all of this the film is not a 5, that it has numerous typical American flaws, that it is still a rather polished film, and there’s always the thought that if this film had not been adapted from Ellis it would have been just another college flick, disproved by more than one memorable sequence, the director’s own flour. But I vote 5, maybe because it entertained me a lot, maybe because I never get tired of watching it, maybe because the underlying message is of considerable depth, maybe because some scenes are a real punch in the gut, maybe because I'm 20 years old. p.s. I think that those who criticize this film have not understood the parodic aspect, but only the superficial, hedonistic, and adolescent one (as an existentialist son-of-privilege) p.s. 2 that asshole Dawson gives a good performance, his facial expressions are more than good p.s. 3 sorry for the confused syntax.

3 just because it hasn't gotten lost in sterile gender discussions

The movie is a real piece of crap, although some scenes are watchable. "...enough Sundays spent playing D&D"..." just for this line, though, it deserves a 3 for the charm.

I played it for a friend who has always been passionate about Italian hip hop (from the '80s to today), and he said that this definitely wasn't hip hop, that it had nothing to do with it, that there were no rhymes, that the beats were irregular, and that the rapper sounded more like he was talking than anything else. I gave him a speech about dadaism, industrial, and experimentation, but he never got convinced. The concept with the ethereal postgong band is among the best things that came out last year.

I ask for forgiveness for getting caught up in the discussion, and perhaps raising my voice, but for me the low are untouchables, just like the red house, the galaxie, and the mazzy star. I think they have changed my way of understanding music, subtly, insidiously, without shocks or violent epiphanies. I don’t think they are cerebral at all, on the contrary, I believe their music is very physical, made of impressions and tangible sensations. @purpulan thank you, but as I already mentioned in another post, I hate grandiose words and any form of intellectualism. The red house painters are on a whole other level, really.

I mean, you think that the lows describe positive emotions in a perfect world like they're high on ether? Then you haven't understood a damn thing about the nightmares that these guys carry with them.

I quote alessioiride, even though I think we are talking about the album, and not the career. Still, austere and noble are words that I also hate regardless, which is why I asked you to take a look at the lyrics... simply because I believe they would have undermined many of your arguments.

of course I read it, unfortunately, and unfortunately I think you've fallen into one of the clichés of anyone who listens to this genre (if we can call it that): slow thinking = spineless, as evidenced by your appreciation for bands like Mazzy Star or Red House (which, by the way, I had a conversation about just like the one you're having last night) because of the talents of the singers or the melancholy they convey. Have you ever read the lyrics of "Words"? For me, it's something devastating, and it makes you realize, also because of the pained and almost suffocated way it's sung/whispered, that the Low ultimately have octagonal balls, and they have formidable expressive power, and furthermore that this, after all, still has a rock soul. If you want to know, I also prefer the Red House Painters; I find them superior in many respects, but this doesn't justify anyone giving a 3 to this gem, which, even just for "Words," "Lullaby," "Shine," and "Drag," deserves a place in the history of music.

*different

lux you’re a crazy bastard, and the intertwining of voices? and the mystical breath? This is one of the most intense works in all of rock, created following pure inspiration, with a compositional expertise that is only seemingly simple and minimal. Not even the Codeine have ever reached such heights, but the Codeine are actually very differentiated if we analyze the purely thematic aspect: the despair of the Codeine here is metabolized and sublimated, the anger ultimately channeled.