Valeriorivoli

I CAN dissent from this plebiscite, may I? You can't give 5 STARS to zero like to other damn things... ARE ALL THE ALBUMS AND MOVIES REVIEWED MASTERPIECES? Are we in elementary school, with no critical awareness, DRIVEN ONLY by personal infatuations? A deleterious character, an ugly hybrid between Amanda Lear on the disco side and Alice Cooper regarding the outfits and the big teased voice, not for rock because musically it's watered-down pop that hasn't contributed anything to the Italy of smiles and songs where it has hung out on the cover for years; as for the lyrics, in his artistic trajectory he revealed his true nature, not dissimilar to American TV preachers—see Benny Hinn; ambiguous in the most detestable sense, petty bourgeois, he even denied his homosexuality in interviews during the '80s, the AIDS boom period. I could tell absurd but true anecdotes about people in his circle who knew him—about this shady character, who would have been better off staying with Rita Pavone to do the "collettone"...

who knows if it converts, to 220 or to 125 volts...maybe he's stuck with Scientology or the born-again Christians, or the Mormons

a little gem, almost documentary-like from another time. Innovative. Perverse. Who knows if something like this exists hidden somewhere in Italy, filmed by some madman with the cottolengo freaks, from the lion’s den; it would be interesting to see how cruel Mother Nature can be. My cousin, a doctor, used to say that two-headed monsters are the norm; it can even go up to 4, 5… urban legends.

TANA: Here’s the neophyte who hides behind the excuse of the 'omnivorous consumer' due to a lack of critical awareness: IT’S NOT THE COMPUTER GRAPHICS themselves but their abuse... and anyway, he hasn't said anything new... just look at Fellini, Buñuel, the Nouvelle Vague, neorealism: computer graphics, to avoid being tacky, must be and is extremely expensive, it has killed the cinematic spectacle behind screens of 8 million pixels with all the same gray tones. Have you ever heard of photography? CINEMA is a dialectic of light, of real photons, not bypassed by supertubicatodici. I'm not saying it shouldn’t be used, but today it's abused by a certain elite... and anyway, celluloid film costs more but is more authentic, warm, realistic... it has tonal nuances even in the background noise that digital will never be able to achieve. Anyway, CINEMA is dead, today we’re talking about something different...

Beautiful and good Kate, but you can't give her 5 STARS like you do to others, come on... ARE ALL THE ALBUMS AND MOVIES REVIEWED MASTERPIECES? Are we in elementary school, without critical awareness, MOVED ONLY by personal infatuations? We, who are openly biased for this artist... what rating do you give to historic albums if you give this one a 4? MAKE PEACE WITH YOUR BRAIN, with critical awareness and the fantasies about the photos of actresses and singers.

On the infantilism of a certain American soul, entire treatises have been written; a journalist and writer of Poe's caliber lamented it long ago... It's logical to find hidden meanings and lofty morals in the cheap moralizing for the intellectually battered average American, swollen with mass media and hot dogs, especially given what happened on September 11, CIA and Bush have their justifications; for the European, alas, what lurks behind America since Reagan should be clear without films of this caliber, on which the USA rinse their bad conscience and dirty laundry; and then this computer graphics cinema is no longer cinema to me... Keanu Reeves is a wooden actor, and I believe that if you find yourself here REVIEWING A FILM THAT IS DIAMETRICALLY opposed in means and intentions, you need to clarify things with your own conscience.

YOU'VE BROKEN MY BALLS: 3 Dylan albums all at once is too much...you can't resurrect a corpse every day, even Bob himself plays the prophet for his own sake, not the messiah. stop please.

YOU'VE BROKEN MY BALLS: 3 Dylan albums all at once is too much...you can't resurrect a corpse every day, even Bob himself plays the prophet for his own sake, not the messiah. stop please.

YOU'VE BROKEN MY BALLS: 3 Dylan albums all at once is too much...you can't resurrect a corpse every day, even Bob himself plays the prophet for his own sake, not the messiah. stop please.

Ah, there was that American nonsense in the middle, Matrix, and well, it's not your fault then, it's the virtual reality that's overflowing for you. Anyway, you started the unnecessary insults or ELETTO del CAZZO, unfortunately, I had to bring you back in line. Sorry...and friendly.