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Eh, I miss them from the carnet. By the way, they played around my area about twenty years ago, when I was in Bologna, and all my little friends remember it as a stunning concert. Nice page, even if a bit too brief :-)

Beautiful page, Odra, the second one in the last two years. Don't be precious, don't pretend you have more important things to do :-) and since Christmas is still a while away, send me an editorial for the holidays too, you’ve spoiled me too much. Title: "La poesia salvata da... ad libitum". Hi. P.S.: really beautiful page!

@Carlo, I didn’t mean to be polemical, I was just a bit stunned by the lack of comments on the review, which is very well done by the way, and by the number of viewers for Bob Mould. Has he been forgotten?

@Carlo: I don't think your things (Verona - few attendees for Mould) are connected. In fact, I think the organizers were expecting a lot of people; on the interzona website, there was the option to book, which only happens a couple of times a year. I actually missed out because I was supposed to go away this weekend, then I didn’t go, and on Saturday I thought it was too late to book (normally when they consider reservations, it sells out). I think it's a Bob Mould problem, and the number of comments on the page confirms it. P.S.: The Veronese are not exactly friendly, but it's a bit weak to reduce them to a banner, and Verona is one of the most beautiful cities in the world, with Interzona probably the best place to see concerts in all of the Triveneto.

Well, I can easily call myself a fool for not coming. Maybe it's a bit of luck too, because on "Something I learned today" I probably would have shed a tear.

With the Assyrian-Babylonian intelligentsia also stepping into the arena, I refer to Aeneas; I too dare to say two things about the film. When I mentioned the weltanschauung entrusted to the Jeffersons, I meant that, with sublime reversal, the Coens see the meaning of life in lightness. The case reigns (in this, the film is very close to "The Man Who Wasn't There"). There's no point in struggling to be a serious man; someone will take your woman, the neighbors will take away part of your land, and in the end, the tornado might take everything away from you. The almost Kafkaesque parable of the student who offers money, which is refused but could still undermine the protagonist's righteousness, seems exemplary to me. The things around us can turn against us at any moment, and we can do nothing; any choice, whether to take or not take the money, is wrong. Therefore, there's no point in struggling, no point in seeking answers that religion cannot provide (the dentist returns to live and sleep peacefully). In this, the film is much less Jewish than it seems; the condition of man is universal. It’s better to live serenely and lightly, and here are the words of the Jeffersons, absolutely insignificant.

The best movie of the year, in my modest opinion. You could easily write a thesis about it. So yours is a small point of view, capturing just a moment, but from the right angle, and I appreciate it. I laughed by myself at some moments, which doesn't happen often, and it's not that I'm going crazy. But the story of the dentist, with a machine gun in the background, is not only funny in itself, but it's a small lesson in how to make cinema. I could say a lot, but I realize I’m already boring myself. I'll just say that entrusting the weltanschauung to a couple of lines from the Jeffersons speaks volumes about how much the Coens understand life, and how little others do. P.S. But okey is not spelled that way, buahhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!

@Terry, don’t throw everyone into the same basket, it’s just Blech, your future boyfriend, who is a bit of a diva. And anyway, I’m not at all a big deal, I wonder where you got that idea. Have you finally started doing drugs? @Zaireeka, don’t you find a bit of FL in the Antlers’ album? Ps: I’m a shade younger than you, but not enough to not have more than double the age of the young lady above.

Blech told me that you would actually do Bartle without any problems. But if that's the case, you don't really love me, Teresa, you're just using me to make Bartle jealous...

Yesss, the bald gnome has arrived, the one who at thirty looks fifty-two and hits on teenage girls. When they finally take out the original, it’s your turn :-)