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And indeed, as purpulan rightly says, what is great about this film is the possibility of following both the entire story and pausing at the individual frames that make it up, which, despite their gloomy depiction, never lack irony or humor. In my opinion, this is Bergman's most "popular" and least intimate film.

And instead of muffin man, I liked your movie reviews that were worth 1 much more. I don't think you had to prove anything or make anyone happy. Your value was evident (and I acknowledged it from the start) in your ability to wade through the trash without “trash-ending” right into the trash. Here it shows, as you say yourself, that you "conformed." If you had been "that" il_paolo, you would have glorified the itchy triangle between husband, wife (...à la Lotar/Frajese?) and lover.

no bullshit, this is a great movie, rightly awarded by the Cannes jury in 2004 (...you'll say... of course, the president was Tarantino). What more do you want? Visually stunning and this time also with a screenplay full of twists. The plot may seem ridiculous but that's the manga tradition, and for once, let's not be nitpickers. Everyone praises "Ichi the Killer" by Miike, but this one is "The Count of Monte Cristo" in comparison. Even the previous "Sympathy for Mr. Vengeance" is actually better than this.

It was a good record that descended from the political lesson of the early Sham 69 and among the few truly enjoyable ones of the OI! wave. I remember they even did a cover of the anarchists Crass. But then, the whole world is the same; from politics, they moved to football among the hooligans and churned out "gems" like Fuck Maradona! who scored with his hand against England...

A melancholic reflection: despite Debaser being frequented by numerous "old" lovers of Italian progressive music, always eager to share their thoughts on PFM, Banco, Orme, and the like, it's disheartening that a group like Standarte, quite appreciated on foreign websites, is practically unknown here. It’s not the melodic and saccharine progressive that drives our local music enthusiasts crazy, but I was truly surprised by the absence of comments from those who usually go out of their way to state (according to their personal opinion) that progressive is the greatest musical genre in the history of rock...

Here the real monster seems to be the video camera: indestructible until the end, it manages to "consume" everyone, the first Jason who held it at the party, the other Hud to whom it was entrusted who keeps saying "I document everything," and even its own death, being torn apart by the monster. But it always survives, and those two love-struck fools in the end don’t even realize the danger it represents when they let it be the custodian of their messages. Always standing, albeit wobbling amidst the explosions, capable (even in the hands of any fool) of legendary close-ups in the scene where the protagonist reaches his injured girlfriend, it devours everything. If that was the authors' intention, then hats off to them.

...it's clear that it was 50 seconds. Damn!

Damn, it's so hard to be understood. mauro60. If, during the screening that same evening of the 50-minute L'arroseur arrose' (I hope that's how you say it in French), people start laughing when the boy takes his foot off the hose watering the gardener, would you call that reaction emotion or is it always the result of a scientific experiment? Damn!

Building houses is our culture, says mauro60. Since you hang around cinema, take a look at "Hands on the City" by Francesco Rosi, the real estate speculation that even shifts the urban planning in collusion with politics, which receives the blessing from the central DC, the builder Nottola, also a councilor from MSI, who constructs little apartment buildings to provide a "cess" to the people living in the Neapolitan low-income housing and to make billions against the rules, inviting authorities and the bishop to the inauguration. The communist councilor telling Nottola, who has moved to DC because it offers him more guarantees, that it can't go on like this forever because the people will wake up and no longer accept a pack of pasta in exchange for their vote. What should we do, mauro60? Should we thank that croc Nottola for giving us toilets, or should we be ashamed for having given him our vote? You explain it to us, being so good & sure in your convictions like John Wayne.

Dear muffin, before enriching myself, my work led me among the families of the Salicelle neighborhood in Afragola or in the former countryside of Volla, where I think you've never been, and I assure you that from personal experience, the reality depicted in this film back then is not so far from what one could experience in those areas, surrounding it with caricatural episodes as a tradition of the sceneggiata, but the essence of reality was indeed that. As for Milan, I couldn't say.