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But before this, there had been another long-distance album, although it was mostly a compilation of already released EPs, and I believe it is the best thing of the group, and I also think you were a bit generous with the stars. Too bad about Diamond's unfortunate end.

The film fails miserably, but I don’t agree with the harsh judgement made by the reviewer, because the Mephistophelean plan carried out by the serpent Rubini/Lulli (who is a powerful critic, not an artist) is noteworthy, along the lines of Joseph Losey's "The Servant" (I know, I’m blaspheming). The problem is that Rubini can clean Losey's shoes, Scamarcio can only be Dirk Bogarde's dog, and the leading actress is really on the level of a soap opera. Not to mention Barale, who is absolutely terrible with her sulky poses. In the end, the melodrama triumphs with a conclusion in the style of Lucarelli's "Blu Notte," and I would say that the average debaseriano leaves the theater with a loud and well-deserved "mavaffanculo." I don’t think Rubini is a fool, but in some choices, he really messed up in this film.

You see, Poletti, the problem is that you are an idiot shooting off judgments in an attempt to impress others with your cinema scholar persona, while Paolo jokes around effortlessly and so his "nonsense" slides away with ease. Yours do not, because besides wishing death upon others, you believe yourself to be the supreme scholar speaking to the suburbs, trying to pass off your nonsense as pure gold and losing your mind when someone points out that you’re writing bullshit. For example, "Il moralista" has no connection to Andreotti but to Agostino Greggi, who was an honorable member of the DC that stood out during those years for his relentless fight against the "relaxed" morals of Italians, especially the licentiousness of the film world with posters of the sort, etc. And "Il Moralista" was cinema's revenge on this character. There is nothing wrong with wanting to be a professor, but only when there is real substance behind it, not the fluff that you find yourself with.

Larrok, calm down a bit because you’re not defending Oskar Schindler but a lowlife who wishes for ilpaolo to have a stroke "...so we can get rid of him" and for me and my family to die in the trash. This is far more reprehensible coming from someone who claims to be a Veltroni progressive, and it’s a glaring example of how the left in Italy is doomed to collapse, being filled with frustrated types like this who are even more fascist than the right itself. And I fully agree with what alessioiride said in the first sentence of comment no. 25.

Anatas is a young man (but not a kid, since he is 28 years old) with a decent education who should have some civic sense, but he fails to understand that sending 4 reviews with a single click (to make us aware of crappy albums as he seems to emphasize himself) is a form of "violence" against other users and other albums that, in any case, have the right (also for the enjoyment of user readers) to be on the homepage instead of being monopolized by him. For example, he already decrees that Max Pezzali is crap and doesn’t deserve to be reviewed or to be on the homepage, with that typical arrogance of the camorristi and mafiosi polluting Italy. And this is my concern: that even people who should, due to their education and being born into families of sound principles, be tolerant and reason according to parameters of fairness and justice, are now derailed and contribute, in their own small way and with their indifference, to the moral and civil decline of this society.

I agree, festwca, even though Ethan Miller is a charmer, he changes the lineup, enriches it, and pulls out a very nostalgic album more than ever. The last track is emblematic, a mix between Morto Riconoscente and the sheriff Tucker's crew. The Creedence-style anger of this reviewer is no longer there.

The most personal film by Van Sant, it contains Shakespeare, Paul Morissey, Pasolini, Alice in Wonderland, Fassbinder. Tastes are tastes, but in my opinion giving this film a 1 or 2 means you’ve missed something in life.

I completely agree with liciafeeet, Dick Richards' Marlowe has a unique spleen. Unlike (a great) Altman, who plays with the contemporary, he brings it back to the natural setting of the '40s and produces a film that has nothing to envy from the classics, including the lead actor. After all, Richards had already done a similar operation for the western genre with "Fango, sudore e polvere da sparo," which damn it is untraceable, and I am left with memories of it aired on TV a few times.

I’ve had 34 reviews of Frank Zappa ready for a month. What should I do, send them all at once?

Lewis, just yesterday I wanted to respond by saying that there are plenty of people like Cornell and company (with all due respect) in the U.S. rock music scene (and they’re all interchangeable), while there are few like J Mascis. Then I thought: who cares, if Pistolpete is convinced that Soundgarden sweep away the whining of the American Vanzina, why contradict him? I bet my vinyl copy of Ultramega OK that he’s not part of that generation that bought records between '88 and '92. So what does he know about the flags of that generation?