Valeriorivoli

I pray for you, wicked souls; a prayer.

The Countess RENATO ZERO like pimp CELENTANO: messianic afflatus from andropause: the only difference: the former is a sleazy pimp from the suburbs, like RAMAZZOTTI, who reached success not through talent but through many years of attached gigs, a renegade gay with a hidden biography that would make your hair stand on end. Keep fueling the insurance for his fleet of cars and the property taxes for his houses, disgusting people. May ZEUS STRIKE YOU DOWN if you do not repent for praising such sickly cotton-padded queers. But he wasn’t supposed to die, they said he was ill.

Bowie definitely took the title - and also a little something in the bridge - from Hero by Neu.

Yuppi Du has been broadcast on television four times (Monday, December 21, 1987, 12 years after its release!!! - October 1988 - Saturday, January 7, 1995 - January 1, 1997), there are no commercial editions available, and fans have been waiting for years for a DVD release, but nothing is known about it yet. It seems that the king of the ignorant is unwilling to commercialize his most successful and desired work. This aspect has only increased the legendary aura surrounding the film.
To be found on the internet or recorded during a rare TV airing.
To be studied in schools.

In countries like Germany or the Anglo-Saxon countries, people are much more polite and educated, and that is something to be considered and verified: let's say that maybe, and I emphasize maybe, there is a greater turnover, which is why Sinatra would go out for his nice evenings and concerts and wasn't recycled by the Guardians of the Italian minculpop, people like ALBANO, CELENTANO, who is an old rock 'n' roll singer from the '50s, but let’s stop there, he was already snubbed by the Beat groups. Find me a band that plays one of his songs in a basement.

errata corrige borborygmi
it's the superio with the supercazzola mentioned above, as I do bullshit they censor me!

No, it’s not that I let you take the lead when you write these things, because I can hear the gurgles of your empty mind shaking my house, considering how much effort you put into writing this bullshit worthy of SCARUFFI; and there are two main reasons for this; first, you’re very young and a little ass in school, and you come here to DE-GASS YOUR mentos and pine cones in your brain, since to do—I’m not saying to be a critic, but to articulate two hours of rambling and write such nonsense about actors, directors, and musicians like Celentano, who is UNCLASSIFIABLE! PAY ATTENTION, SHIT, not trash, which has its own dignity as a category, but unclassifiable because the guy, who could be your grandfather, even sends you messages, which is serious. If you haven’t reached a minimum of moral and cultural maturity, you can’t glorify or worse, RECYCLE the useless cinematic or musical like Celentano, passing it off as an artistic panacea and basing your dialectic on shaky or non-existent foundations. Even as a pure literary exercise, this is useless because your lack of foundations becomes evident. The emotional base upon which a review is formed must be supported, expunged, and reassembled by a adamantine super-ego that corrects and evaluates it in the light of truth, a supposed truth whatever it may be, philosophical belief, religion you choose, every UNHINGED impulse of the ego rushing to the work of art driven by purely emotional motives. Got it? A real fuck, right? I knew it.
solution 2 - YOU’RE SICK

but DO YOU REMEMBER THIS EMERITUS ASSHOLE LIGABOVI WHO WAS SHOWING OFF WITH THE PERLITE GIBSON SAYING I FEEL LIKE THAT STUPID LESBIAN GIRL WITH THE PIPPONS - SELF-REFERENTIAL, right oh yes the console...
It's a disgrace, and he also acts as a director; this guy takes money from some party, I know which one, otherwise you can't corrupt radio stations, charts, record stores, film productions to promote and spam this illiterate moron of guitar and written and spoken expression. I bet he appeals to the debased young Italians.

BUT YOU ARE REALLY A PIECE OF TRASH AS A PERSON AND AS A REVIEWER. KEEP DREAMING, BIG BABY. SIGNED PADOA SCHIOPPA

BUT THEN YOU RUINED EVERYTHING DEBASER WITH THIS TRASH, YOU LITTLE ALTAR BOY OF MY BALLS, do you even realize three stars for THIS SHIT OF A MOVIE AND SONGS BY AN OLD DEMENTED LOONY LIKE CELENTANO? but you have PARKINSON'S SO YOUNG, YOU'RE WASTED, YOU'RE DEAD INSIDE FOR WATCHING THIS STUFF.