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P.S. Sorry Alessio, as always the Poletti drives me crazy. Yes, alive and well, I'm back to fight with you :-)

Hey Polettone, months are passing and you still use the old Marxist tactic of putting words in my mouth that I didn't say. For the umpteenth time: I only said that Eastwood is overrated. On this point, I think nobody gives a damn, but you just have to read my posts on your review of Bird and on that of Un mondo perfetto. Just to see who’s talking nonsense, that’s all. Then, the one throwing around para-absolutist judgments is you and not me. In fact, whether Gostanza da Libbiano is a masterpiece or whether Io ballo da sola is beautiful, those are the kinds of judgments that, alas, find little support in the world. The first is just a nice film, the second, I repeat, is crap, but not just to me, to most of those who saw it, both critics and the public. As for Caro Diario, I fear no lynching: back then the joke was: best Italian film of the year? The first episode of Caro Diario. Worst film of the year? The second episode of Caro Diario. Then, if Nanni is among your untouchables, like Totò or Eastwood, as usual, we won't even discuss it. Au revoir.

Hey Poletti Encyclopedia, I'm back. Don't act all smug, throwing names around as if we don't know them. Gostanza da Libbiano is not an absolute masterpiece. I Dance Alone and The Voice of the Moon are terrible movies and are only considered noteworthy because they were made by two once-great directors. Placido Rizzotto deserves a stretched-out six. All of Soldini's films before Pani e Tulipani are better. Just like that, The Son's Room. As for Dear Diary, the first episode, the one with the Vespa, that's an absolute masterpiece; the other two are pathetic. Leave War Theater and Vito and the Others to Fofi. And don’t mention Garrone and Sorrentino, the two best of the current century. As usual, we're not on the same page.

Hi Fusillone, I’m alive, so, like the Captain, I’m back to annoy you. The film intrigues me, but it hasn’t arrived in the cheerful town yet. I’d give it a 5 only because black Ti gave it a 3. Daniel Day Lewis isn’t the best, just like Rezza isn’t. I only regret not igniting a nice little debate about Elio’s reviews, where I see he gave it a 5... but please, get a grip, it’s pathetic by now. The move to attach the CD to Repubblica and Espresso is unbeatable. And I, who haven’t bought them since 1992 (those magazines, I mean, since on the cagaora I prefer the Corriere insert), what do I do? Luckily, I occasionally ride in my friend Betty’s car. They’re all busy, socially too. The issue with the bongos is a bit late... Do you remember the five issues worth living for from Cuore? Killing the bongo players was among the top ones. (P.S. now it sounds much cooler to call it Djambè, right? Is that how you write it?). Sorry for the digressions, but I have a month’s worth of repressed thoughts. With unchanged affection, even if you thought I was dead, but you know, it prolongs life (the problem is I don’t know if I want to). Hugs.

Hi everyone. Thank you for your concern, but I’m alive (even though it’s been a month since I fought alongside you). I’ve been distracted: home internet was down, too much work, a blonde twenty-five-year-old. In order, the connection was restored just today, and I’m already here to reassure you, work is back to normal levels, and the twenty-five-year-old no longer answers my calls. So my polemic vibe is at an all-time high. I don’t like Tom Petty, American football sucks, and the latest from Elio, dear Fusillo, is simply disgusting to me :-). So I’ll finish with a kiss to everyone, I love you all!

Sometimes, Blacche, you just don’t get it at all, let me tell you, without taking offense. In this case, you really didn't catch the "spirit" of the review. And it makes me wonder if you even understood the Stones, despite bragging about being a wetenpotte. Have a couple of Martells and read it again. And stop whining about the referees, because we’ve been on the receiving end for fifteen years. Thanks to Sadeyes for putting me in the recommended: at least you :-)

Good evening, dear ones. Allow me to send a kiss to L. and Mary, my favorites. Now, the Beatles vs. Stones debate: come on, those who hang around this site, aside from a couple of idiots, I respect you all, so if you tell me the Beatles are better, that’s perfectly fine. I was talking about those morons who give opinions without knowing, but I know that, indeed, you do know. From what I remember: as Tollani would say (by the way, where are you?), quoting Doherty and the Stones on the same page is blasphemy! So, the Stones, who are accused of being posers, had their days of imprisonment in the '60s, not like Paris Hilton, to push the limits a bit further. One ended up in a pool and never came back up. In short, I think back then they didn’t think much about it. Some had the luck (not just Keith, but also Iggy or Lou) and some didn’t. Anyway, they worked for us too. So thank you. The rest is crap, but we know that (the Jeffersons at one point drove around in a Rolls...). I’m left with a rather meager moral, but in comparison to the miseries of these days! P.S. Anyway, this is one hell of a record, and that's what counts, ça suffit, as the poet would say. Another kiss to all, a thank you, and a reminder, it’s good to remember, proud to be part of this community.

Guys, a first thank you to all, I am really almost moved. Too kind, as always. A special thanks to C'è for being exceptional and not giving me one, you know I'm a picky pain in the neck. In fact, I don't know where that "Smile" came from. I lean more towards a Freudian slip than the, anyway evident, aging-induced stupidity. (Again, I'm justifying myself: I was a bit tipsy when I wrote it, but also when I edited it... by the way, editors, please, can you not turn it into "Moonlight Mile"? Thanks). And again, Ole, I'm 42. Great, maybe we can find two girls (over 18, of course). Isi, this album is rock'n'roll to me, in bed I'm slow because I hate Celentano, and anyway. "To be a rock and not to roll". Yes, in the end, I was the thief, but only of a bottle of red, even if it was excellent. Thanks again.

I, on the other hand, have all the early ones on vinyl, so they're even more furby :-). Yes, "From her.." is the piece that Cave performs at the concert. Imagine "I won't tell him it's about the girl," and then he starts off saying "I wanna tel'ya about a girl."

Regarding Stogeesian/Divisionist/Californian crossovers: there would be a significant gap to fill: Sleepers/The less an object. Who's up for it?