Anatas

I’ve never been able to stomach Beningni. He’s always gotten under my skin. However, films like "Johnny Stecchino" and "Il Mostro" I watch more than gladly, but honestly, this thing has never really attracted me that much. Maybe it's because he’s now entered the pantheon of great directors (who the hell makes these rankings?); maybe it’s because the critics have pumped him up more than usual and he himself has inflated his own brain, shooting out his pseudo-comedy left and right (always referring to a single political faction… guess which one?) and polluting television with his shows that, frankly, just give me diarrhea; there’s no denying his cultural preparation and his attempt to pass down to posterity "La Divina Commedia" of the omniscient Dante Alighieri. But, aside from the 5% of him that I appreciate, the remaining 95% I would throw into the sea as bait for the fish…

I prefer "South of Heaven." Reign in Blood gets boring after a while due to the songs being too similar to each other (even though it remains a monument within the genre itself).

I've always thought this band was terrible.... anyway, nice review.

Aside from the fact that tastes are tastes, this album is a colossal piece of crap! And come on! The same review twice in the same day, what a drag! The DT already annoy me enough on their own, then a review of the same shitty album twice in one day is worse than chronic diarrhea…. assuming the diarrhea wasn’t caused by the DT themselves already…. what a pain!

Aside from a few albums, I think the DT would be better off hanging up their shoes in the sun. I really liked many of Images&Words, Train of Thought, and Octavarium. The rest is rubbish. If only they would spend less time showing off how good they are at playing... a lost cause.

But who spread the word that these hard shitheads play rock?!!?!??!?! Do they have any idea what that adjective, so overused by ignorant masses, actually means? A prayer.....

I like to think that this thing is just a bad taste joke..... I can’t believe there are people who receive the most beautiful album in the world only to put it down like that. Unless they're either an idiot or a jerk.....

I haven't listened to the CD, but the review is excellent. As for the "little scaredy-cat"..... to each their own. Personally, I've been there and it's not a pleasant experience. But in the end, who the hell makes you retreat into yourself and mentally self-flagellate? It just weighs more, so much more. I, on the other hand, have gone beyond madness. I even sent her a text and an email! If you knew the story, you would shudder.... The little scaredy-cat was in the wrong because she used me (the bastard!). And in the end, she even manages to make you feel guilty and accomplishes the pseudo-abominable goal of making her say "sorry"..... I was really messed up... now I understand that women are just a bunch of little scaredy-cats.....
And that love makes you slaves and subservient. It incapacitates you from understanding and wanting, from making your decisions rationally. From acting rationally. From being a man. You become a puppet in the hands of its puppeteer. This fucking feeling.... how much I hate it.

I still remember when this garbage hit the theaters, and all my idiot friends, perpetually blinded by advertising and with their brains completely immersed in the filthy sludge, idolized it so much that I was convinced to rent the DVD to watch it. By the end of the viewing, I grabbed the calendar and cursed all the saints from January 1 to December 31. Am I the rotten apple? I don't know... but apparently this mega diarrhea shit is annoying more than one person... and that comforts me. Tarantino... go die in a ditch!
(Who the hell pointed him out as one of the best directors???? This fucking jerk-off is really getting on my nerves!)

Ah, the grades...