Hetzer

@[Poldojackson] also illiterate!

@[Poldojackson] I know that you miss me...

I had forgotten, back then, to vote for this popsicle with a taste of percolator... Who knows where that posh poser from Talkin' Meat ended up... Under what fake guise will he have masked his pompous vacuity? To which other internet shores will he have brought his frustrated, provincial, and childish rhetorical inconsistency?
Does it make sense to ask all this? Are these doubts of a gray Monday morning legitimate?
Obviously, these questions are even less useful than this review; and it's blatantly clear how this review serves an eminent nothing...

Who knows why these "minor" authors (I note the quotation marks, I don't want to belittle anyone) always add the sex to horror.. Perhaps precisely because it is "popular" fiction and the people, besides eating, drinking, and having fun, also want to and above all "get laid"?

It always pains me a bit to read how the so-called "alien mythology" created by HPL is classified as one of his greatest legacies. On a pop and cheap level, it is unfortunately true, but the infamous Cthulhu Mythos is, in reality, a byproduct, if not a diversion, of his particular poetic and artistic style. Moreover, am I mistaken or are Lovecraft's amorphous and tentacled frills largely in the public domain, thus available for use by the current weird "artist"? I'm not referring to Mr. Roland; it's a general discourse.

Between the molasses exegesis of texts, a nostalgic longing for a band idolized far beyond its actual methods, 4.0 nostalgia for the "good old days," wild emotionalism from the provinces, I truly struggle to decide what is worse... I will limit myself to muttering a concise curse at the thought of yet another necromancy operation performed on the pestilent corpse of the late Mr. Bulsara, now turned into a sort of pop gadget, a stuffed animal with which millions of fan(atics) believe they can even engage in rational discourse... But here we are...

In my opinion, the only merit he has is that thanks to him you can now say "Vaffanculo" left and right, and if someone gets offended, you're "just quoting Masini."

It's not an empty series, quite the opposite: the barely sketched narrative material from Tolkien has "allowed" the screenwriters to fill in the gaps... With many liberties, but who cares: I’m not a die-hard fan of The Lord of the Rings, yet I believe it’s the only fantasy work worth reading (and here the "who cares" is mandatory too...). That said, the story is there and so are the characters; whether some are unnecessary is another matter... Thick and slow like Tolkien himself, shot with an abundance of CGI that makes you long for the miniatures from the New Line trilogy, I didn’t dislike it... It’s watchable and much less boring than that disgraceful rollercoaster of "The Hobbit" (I’ve only seen the first one, so I’m sure the others are worse)...
It’s perfectly valid to criticize, but here it seems like either you haven’t seen the series (which would be absurd) or you didn’t understand a damn thing (which would be ridiculous)...
The rating balances your shaky arguments...

In my opinion, this film is worth watching for two reasons.
The first is definitely how it’s shot. It’s truly fascinating to navigate through the British defensive lines, from the relative calm of the rear to no man's land... The moment when they breach the abandoned German barbed wire is extremely powerful and epic, despite the gray and "dismal" atmosphere... Unfortunately, the tension unravels after the two messengers surpass the German battery and encounter the drama. I presume it's a need for spectacle, but a lot is lost in the nighttime scene, with a series of frankly avoidable "seen-it-before" tropes and a pace and tone that heavily nod to gaming. The pivotal scene flirts with the ridiculous in the spectacle of a chase in front of the front line that seems like a poorly shot parody of a football match... But it is what it is; the technique, the attention to camera movements, the care for spatiality and sets are simply worth seeing. The diaphanous and indistinct beauty of the distant landscape, gray with clouds and green with untouched meadows, is a detail that stands out.
The second reason. I believe it is right, very right, to revive, even through commercial endeavors, the memory of what World War I was—a neglected and cursed conflict, extraordinarily hard to digest for contemporaries (not to mention for those who lived it...)... Here, there’s nothing new, nothing rhetorical, nothing revelatory, but the effort to bring back to life the infamy of those years, the mental and physical destruction of men and the landscape, the absurdly industrial scale of that fight for mud-filled holes—this too should be appreciated...
Of course, the entire initial situation is historically inaccurate (an isolated regiment launching an attack on a retreating line without artillery support, reconnaissance in the field, and in total isolation from the main front line? On the Western Front in 1917?), one only perceives fragments of the stench, the death, the filthy mud, and the horror of the trenches, but we are not in a documentary, nor in a collage of period images... The set designers and prop team have truly done an admirable job, revitalizing that incredible atmosphere of death. Well done!
And well done to the actors as well, especially the skinny one.

Reading you gave me a déjà vu, and indeed you had done a similar operation on Wooden Shjips.. For me, this is, as in that case, a pedantic oscillation between sterile logorrhea and pedantic wankery.. One of the things that irritates me the most in these cases is reading a review on Debaser and then having to go check on the other internet what the hell they are talking about; because here, beyond the unbridled lyricism and the beautiful/effective/felt/lysergic/d reamy/hallucinated/whatever images, you can't understand a damn thing.. A more than legitimate and sacred operation, but a separate section should be created for these contributions.. I don’t know, "Debaser Impressionisms" or "Poetistic Lyricisms" or "Bullshit Free of Charge", "Lysergic Prosaicisms" or more simply "Cerebral Trimoni"..
I won’t give you the low rating you evoke because not appreciating your writing is definitely my limitation, but also because I don’t want to ruin your pollution..