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Fuck, the votes.

Hi Isi. I liked it, except for the ending where you messed up the font: did you see how the quotes turned out? It looks like they want to eat the review :-). I’m not sure what rating to give the film, it's been so many years since I last saw it. I mean, it has become a myth for well-known reasons, but fundamentally it’s a dramatic film bolstered by an incredible soundtrack for its time.

When it comes to masterpieces, greater knowledge and precision would be necessary. There are two versions of "Love will...", recorded in two sessions, because on one hand they couldn't decide which vocal performance of Curtis they preferred and on the other because the Joy Division had a falling out with their producer, the absolutely crazy Martin Hamnett, regarding the mixing. Legend has it that Curtis's singing, different from his usual style, more crooner-like, was due to the repeated listening of a Frank Sinatra record, given to him by Tony Wilson, the boss of Factory. The bass doesn't play a riff ("if that's even the right term?" No, it's not the right term) but rather the melodic line. A typical characteristic of the Joys from then on, with the addition of keyboards and even more evident in New Order. Finally, the record was not released after Curtis's death, but on April 16, 1980, almost a month before. Well, in just a few lines, speaking of just three songs, you managed to state quite a few inaccuracies. Congratulations!

I agree with Supersoul, even though "Sheena is a punk rocker" is my favorite track from the brothers, so you can't live without this album.

And in fact, go see what votes I've given. Another friend on DeB!

the foundation is not level, the ceiling drips rain, the boards don’t align, the windows won’t close, won’t open, the walls are rotting, the joints don’t hold, the supports fail: incorrect measurements.

It's actually the third one. I left when you got angry that I messed up David, I came back and praised Clint, now I'm not taking a stance. Alright, I don’t change my socks often, but it's definitely more frequently than you review. Romero's one doesn't seem that far off. Anyway, I'm not talking to you anymore, you act like an expert and you don’t even know who Maria Bellucci is, gnè.

But come on, Sanjuro, why do you get so worked up? Just let us poor fools enjoy ourselves with Marlene, Nirvana, Radiohead. Who cares if we don't follow Your word, Your Russolo, Your Baudelaire? You are much smarter than us, You’ve studied, You’re ahead. We’re the All Star people, but you still haven’t answered whether you wear heels or Birkenstocks. I remind you that you left in a move that could be barely defined as pathetic, leaving comments in all the reviews and calling everyone fools, and yet you’re still here. It’s clear you have some sadomasochism issues. Unfortunately, you chose the wrong place; nobody here cares for you. Write some good songs, and be a rockstar, you who can do it. Or write a nice little novel, interspersed with some poetry. Or, finally, find yourself a master. I believe there are plenty on the Web, and even for a little money.

Fiumani, please don't ask these questions, it might answer you. Haven't you had enough of nonsense?

You're the same as always, as soon as you see a female name you don't understand a damn thing. Go listen to your Jeremy, go on, and then we'll talk about it again.