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Stoney, do you remember the elementary school teachers? Spelling? I’m having it for lunch today, spelling. But why do you always have to make everything so ridiculous? As punishment, I kneel on chickpeas. Have you ever read Vian?

Oma, your post makes me happy. Unfortunately, we Neapolitans, even if we didn't choose to study what you study, have a bit of knowledge about it since we deal with it every day, but we’ve gotten used to not choosing... the review aimed to evoke a bit of empathy, something that Debaser has skillfully concealed, as I suspected from the start. I grew up in Bagnoli, a neighborhood famous for the presence of Italsider... there, the rate of prostate cancer is extremely high, much like in Taranto. This review wanted to affirm the principle dear to Marxism and Pasolini, that we don’t know what the hell to do with development... we want progress, not development... unfortunately, when you throw two peanuts to the monkeys, they don't want pearls of philosophy. What makes me proud is the fact that OleEnair, after watching Biutiful Cauntri, added this review to his favorites... proof that as long as you talk about Pokémon, Pink Floyd, and little ratings on reviews, you can do whatever the hell you want, but when you talk about life and death, as this documentary and consequently this review do, you should be careful not to piss on the ground and try to empathize.

Dear friend, I don’t generalize. I speak, and then it’s others who take what I say and do whatever the hell they want with it. I simply said that Dr. Strangelove, in its paradoxical and surreal nature, perfectly investigates the reality it refers to. This little piece of crap movie investigates the reality it claims to explore not even worth a dime, because from the very first frame it tells you who the good guy is and who the bad guy is, where the bad guys are, and where the good guys are supposed to go to be in touch with other good guys. You might say: but are you only referring to the political side of the film? Of course I'm referring to the political side; if I want to refer to the sentimental side, I’ll watch "Beautiful."

you convinced me... I'll look for it there!

Psyco, I think that if someone wants to investigate certain areas like state control or the violence and anarchy of power, they must do so in a timeless manner. Let me explain: if I want to investigate good or evil in East Berlin, it’s clear that evil will always be the state, whatever form that state takes. Evil, I say in the manner of the Sophists, is what always establishes a distance/difference between individuals; it is the state, the form given by those who hold power, and therefore anarchy. If the director makes a film in which the state pursues the innocent, and coincidentally these villains are Communists, and coincidentally the director in all interviews doesn’t talk about the film but about how awful the GDR is, and coincidentally wins the Oscar for Best Foreign Film like *La Vita è Bella*, a film where Auschwitz is liberated by a tank flying the American flag… I mean, do these people think we’re still naïve? I don’t care if the film is well-made; what matters to me is what it aims to convey and the intent behind it. Political beliefs and my ideas have nothing to do with it… practically all the intellectuals I admire are either right-wing or reactionaries, but to be appreciated, one must say something, and what this film says is rhetoric galore… this is good, and this is evil; you are fine, they were suffering. I can’t help but detest these things. A film, a thought, must enrich me, must improve me, and this film, viewed without cultural mediators, is good for brainwashing. I mean, you watch Rambo and don’t give it much thought, but this one instead wants to have that aura of something good and just, which really pisses me off. Rather than wasting two hours and seventeen minutes of your life (that’s what I was thinking at the end of the film… who will compensate me for this time wasted?) watch *Dottor Stranamore*, which, being so surreal, is certainly more real than this piece of trash of a film.

Indeed, Paloz's is quite a pain in the ass... but we have to appreciate the effort.

Melisso, as someone who gives sweet votes and thoughts to Pernusconi, the national gigolo, at most you can talk about Canalis's tits... just make sure to get lost and don't dare to reply to me. I've never even spoken to those like you. fede, I respond to you! "Nihilist" no, but "Reactionary Situationist" I quite like :) Ah, that phrase is written paraphrasing Louis-Ferdinand Céline... a French egocentric so self-absorbed that he died alone and was buried far from everyone's eyes. Haloa!

But why do you think I’m really serious? And then, according to you, would I need some random guy to explain to me who knows what? Let’s just pretend nothing happened... I simply limited myself to responding to you in a teasing way... making fun a bit, the right tone to get to the inflated egos around here... then, as a friend of mine used to say, lessons aren't given, they are taken... so you wasted five minutes of your life on someone who just wanted to mess with you. Wouldn’t it have been better to listen to two songs by Skid Row? ...tschuss

Damn... all we needed was Taormina. And where’s the scale model of Cogne? So I can make shirts, stickers, lighters, condoms, knives, forks, underwear, with "honor to the assassin of Pernusconi" written on them, and the only negative thing that happens to me is becoming rich and famous?

So I can also send a review of War Pigs by Sabbath in which I encourage people to grab bazookas and flamethrowers and hunt down Pernusconi and his little friends in their den while they're sniffing three kilos of white stuff? And then if someone actually takes him out, what happens? Do they throw me in jail (this is to respond to pixies about the nonsense... you know where to put it, right? ...the nonsense, I mean)