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Uh, oh, I'm the first! The tie, though, Mary. Luckily, I didn't see you...

Wow...Fusi reviewing an Italian film from this century! I already expressed my thoughts on such an object yesterday in my review of Pupi Avati. I don't know if I'll have the strength to go see it. Also, because I don't like Golino (Fusi, is there anything we both like?:-). While we're at it, have you seen "La ragazza del lago"? Is it worth it? Bye. P.S.: I'm really sorry, but I don't think I'll make it on Monday. Unfortunately, I started celebrating very early yesterday, and I didn't work in the afternoon, so I have to work on Monday, which I'll break up by going to buy most of the gifts I need. Remember me, but don't tease me too much.

For me, they're definitely a step above all the others. I mean, they are one of the two English pop groups, the other being the Arctic Monkeys, that are worth listening to. The first one is incredibly fun and the second is far less terrible than one might have imagined right after it came out. Even in this collection, there are some nice tracks. I must say I have no idea what the singer's haircut looks like. Since that could heavily influence my judgment, I prefer to remain in the dark. It's certainly a bit of nonsense to give only 2 stars to the first one. I'm telling you this with affection, Nick, because, like it or not, it's definitely among the ten Brit-pop albums—will we still call it that?—of the century. For example, Pitchfork gave it an 8.4.

I was passing by. I won’t say anything about Eastwood. Kisses to everyone. I've already told Poletti to fuck off once today, so I won’t repeat myself. I just want to point out that, since he doesn’t understand shit as a cinema critic, he’s now tackling lower themes, like yours truly. Yet, he doesn’t understand shit about what I write either. Or rather, since he has no arguments, he puts words in my mouth that I never said. Nice display of dialectics. Sorry for the intrusion.

Given that we are under Christmas, come on, Poletti, go fuck yourself. We're talking about movies shot in Milan, and the first example you bring up is Verdone instead of Lizzani? And then you want to make me look like a supporter of the League? Go fuck yourself, idiot!

What can I say to you...

I haven't watched it and I won't. This is the sad, but perhaps it would be better to say pathetic, situation of Italian cinema. As for Avati, he is in a phase of regression that should send him to a re-education camp. He even managed to fail the sequel to "Regalo di Natale"...

Desade, I'm sorry, I really like you, but this review seems like a delusion. You start by talking about a trilogy, which has nothing to do with it, and then you shift to a triptych. Then there's the unbeatable gem "Gli due altri." Then let's pull out a molar, which I don't even know what you mean. You skim over the episode of maestro Wong Kar-Wai in two lines, with the expression "her hand gliding over his pants" worthy of Rocco, while the imagery of that mentioned maestro deserves more consideration. Finally, you hastily conclude because you have to go out. I hope it's because some girl is about to glide her hand over your pants. P.S.: with that little bit, you could've just said that maestro Antonioni's episode is crap, Soderbergh's is pointless, like much of his cinema, and that the maestro from Hong Kong's episode is sublime, like much of his cinema. You would have been quicker.

Polè cracks me up. Him and his Roman-centric view. He quotes Verdone and not Soldini, who captured Milan in the '80s/'90s like no one else (of course thanks to Bigazzi), with "Giulia in ottobre" and the serene air of the west, for example. Then, since he only watches Totò's movies, he mentions Pozzetto and not "La vita agra" (Lizzani, another great chronicler of Milan, the Milan of the '60s). In short, as usual, his Bignamini turn out to be flawed compendiums. Study Poletti, study, it’s for the best.

I beg your pardon... it's true, Hackett was one of the first to use tapping in rock music. It's the age, bear with me. I haven't listened to "Supper's Ready" since I was rolling around on the couch of a girlfriend of mine, who figured out that the length of that piece allowed for just the right amount of petting before the needle on the turntable began to annoy us. Probably even back then, being busy with other matters, I underestimated Hackett's tapping. And then Van Halen's too (I wonder why). And so here I am, not giving a damn about tapping at all :-)