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Last year I was there watching the Chemical Brothers: it felt like being in the Qattara Depression, by the time we left we were covered in dust as if we were Rosso Malpelo, but the beer cost 2 euros less, if I'm not mistaken... 106€ is a rip-off, but it also depends: if someone really cares, they spend that money; of course, it has to be worth it, and it seems to me that in this case it went well, right?

Several theories on abandonment among which pillars we must graze our own, rhythmic perdition.. The truly glorious is the mockery, the divertissement of a patristic fool that filters from life between a spring Saturday which, in the flutter of wings, becomes an Easter Monday..
More than this, one lives...

I finished reading the review wondering when the review would actually start.. But I already have enough problems with Rumex acetosa, so I stopped worrying about it.. By questions, I mean..

I believe that the review is more useful than the collection..

Some stylistic choices, please leave them to Joyce, Beckett, and company, for goodness' sake..
This really sounds like provincial stuff..

More than anything, ask yourself: "Did my overflowing verbosity really serve any purpose?"

You huffed and puffed in a stale and completely harmless way about the plot, but you didn’t explain why this movie would be shit. Do you even know?
But tell me, did you pay the Americans to go see it, or like a good boycotter, did you raid it wildly, perhaps relying on some Russian server?
Anyway, the movie isn’t shit; it has some very interesting premises and aesthetic choices; too bad about the fucking ending where, if I remember correctly, with a silly phone call and some secret expletives, a situation like an imminent nuclear war gets resolved in 3 minutes. I remember it left me with a decent impression of sloppiness and the feeling that, far from having some implicit message, it was just a good old-fashioned joke.
In short, it’s one of those movies you watch once, then you’ll live your whole life knowing you’ll never see it again.

Screenwriters of this genre, raised on the cartoons that inspired such films, are in the vast majority of cases less capable, more derivative, and more lackluster than the "old generation."
Then we spent like 250 million dollars to make a film; heck, how do we ensure we at least break even? Well, let's try to please everyone, to be nice to distributors, to gently suckle the teats of minorities, making sure nothing goes wrong.. And to achieve this, the only way is to immerse ourselves in the banal, the already seen, the half-baked, filling everything with CGI to make it resemble a video game as much as possible. The game is (almost) made.. Then let’s not forget that inserting minorities, cheap environmentalism, and other "sensitive" themes into these pop resin products is one of the foundations of self-justification and the boorish paternalism made in the US, even though the discussion is much more complicated than that..
It’s no surprise, don’t you think? Expecting something, anything from these films is wrong even before it’s useless..

Well, I couldn't keep up with you; the review bored me right away, and I didn't understand a thing, you didn't even explain what tracks there are...
It takes a fresher and subtler approach to review albums like this; otherwise, there's no fun, in my opinion...
And with all these sexual and transgender references; what the hell got into you, penis envy?

If someone uses it and is not talking about duralumin, then in 95% of cases they don't have a serious thing to say.. Unless they're talking about tungsten, OBVIOUSLY..