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Noddai, it’s crap and it’s raining here too. At least I read one of your reviews :-). If it’s already winter, what am I supposed to do? You know that even pj doesn’t comfort me...

P.S: what the hell is this thing that it's your last review? Am I really going to be forced to give 5 only to Blacky!

To be precise: Fontella was married to Lester Bowie, the trumpeter of the Art Ensemble, and "Them de yo-yo" is said to be an "underground cult classic"! What more do you want from life...

Waldo, can I give you a four? There's the second part that doesn't seem to work, and I really don’t like “bringing forward a discussion” at all. But I still care about you :-). P.S.: Did you know that Fontella Bass sang one of my all-time favorite songs? It’s called "Theme de yo-yo". The '70s. The Art Ensemble of Chicago is in Paris. They're recording the soundtrack for a film called "Les stances à Sophie". Fontella sings this piece because at the time she was seeing someone from the Art Ensemble. And it's an absolute explosion of sex, funky, and jazz. Recently, both Zu and Motorpsycho play it live. "Your voice is like a long fuck!" P.S. Bjorkina, you know I was joking; in the end, I give you a nice 5 because your tastes always surprise me. Who would have thought you’d be into Cinematic Orchestra? Eh! Kind of like the color of your hair :-)

I say that Doctor J is the one who said who cares if Michael Jackson is a pedophile. Should I continue? Do you want to continue?

Irony... this unknown. Sometimes you really feel like stopping making comments. Is it possible that for every two who understand or counter it (the Captain and Nickghostdrake), there are six who don’t know what it is? Alright: let's stay as serious as cancer. Let's have fun this way.

Your response wouldn't be half bad if it weren't for the fact that you only limit yourself to looking in the mirror. Obviously, I can't hope for you to understand my desires (who cares to be quoted, especially by you?). I would have only hoped for a bit more respect. This is a concept that is evidently unknown to you, just like that of self-irony, and therefore I spare myself any further consideration.

Ah, the unconscious is a nasty beast. You read mine on the 22nd and did this one on the 24th. But a review from Caz from who knows how many years ago stuck in your mind. Your Freudian self-analysis seems unbeatable. And anyway, if it stayed in your unconscious, evidently mine was either very beautiful or very ugly.

Dear Sadeye, your review wouldn't even be bad. It's a pity you commented on mine about Pj without giving me 5 and not citing me as your inevitable source of inspiration. I will refrain from giving you any rating.

One of the best films in history. As my friend Fusillo would say: masterpiece! (today in the mood for blasphemies, since he only gives it four). Review not adequate for such an essential work, dear Puni.