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You forgot to specify what the hell music your Bluetooth speaker was blasting while you surrendered your body to the lake's embrace, probably to condense the alcoholic vapors of the aperitif that got out of hand that you had with your terro-negro-American friends, after a lovely afternoon of posing and making faces between Muggiò Beach & Cinisello Balsamo Alta..

Bombastic opening, then you poured a bucket of water on the firework when you started talking about this Carol.. But haven’t you realized yet that masks increase the charm of practically any female human being who doesn’t have the average proportions of an industrial boiler by about 60%?
And by the way, have you traveled with Raglianair? Toilet, you don’t give money to that Irish scum..

I'm sorry to give you the lowest rating, because I hold you in high regard, just as I respect your writings and the unconventional and lesser-known choices you make regarding the material you review. However, for this very reason, I find it almost necessary to "punish" this incomprehensible slip-up. I won't dive into the merits of your argument, which, while legitimate, is decidedly tenuous and inconsistent across the board. I find it absurd and unproductive to even attempt to contextualize, explain, and symbolize such a careless, trivial, ridiculous, and already forgotten gesture of posturing as any provincial selfie. Who cares about who's in the photograph: here we're talking about nothing more than a damn selfie. And it has already been discussed too much.
All of this is said with the utmost respect towards you, just to be clear.

And what is it? This page is haphazard, it's ignorant, it talks about sweaty and smelly people, evokes jalapenos flatbread, the living dead, droche, creative block, quadrilles, and maracas...
I liked it..

A review as useful as a rosary given to Rihanna..

Fun and charming film, but too long, sluggish, with a finale that could have been much more impactful without the cheesy sentimentality of the last moments on Earth. There’s no satire, no “condemnation,” everything is very superficial and reassuring; it admits that social media idiocy is ultimately a comfort zone that the vast majority of people will never do without. The actors are exceptional, although Meryl Streep is now quite decrepit and her character doesn’t work at all. As a caricature of a US President in a suit, the one in "Iron Sky" is definitely more successful.

A piece of writing that is so empty and devoid of substance that it can't even manage to be offensive. My vote is purely symbolic: one cannot pass judgment on nothingness.

The flattest and most useless review of Victoria Beckham's boobs... What the hell are you writing for?

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