supersoul

Oh sorry, I didn't realize that this is a site where you can't afford to go into detail about a movie from thirty years ago with your review. But, for the beard of Charlton Heston in "The Ten Commandments" by De Mille, could you please give me a heads up next time?!?

And who am I to ask the question and provide the answer? These are issues as old as Griffith, dear poletti-bacchettone. In my day, they used to ask it with the kids watching Alvaro Vitali burp and fart in the Pierino movies, yet at the same time, good films and valid men have emerged.

I quote Sturges because he served as an example for me and not out of thin air, regarding the superior, let's skip your point 5 which is a blatant statement, it's your entire attitude that oozes snobbery. Pick a random Christmas movie, as you say, that people line up to see for the farts and asses, not to review it, and then down you go with the easy criticism, which, as someone wisely said, is like shooting at the Red Cross. Poletti, do you even read what you write?

But what would "this very principle of writing reviews" be? We are talking about movies that are thirty years old, and not even a thriller, so I don't understand all this reluctance towards revealing a ending. If in my review, in order to fully express what I want to say, I need to reference the ending, I personally won’t omit it just for this reason of a blockbuster. For example, in Romero's "Martin" (which is also from 1978), the death of the protagonist and the way he dies were fundamental to the concept of the film itself, and not utilizing that would mean a discussion akin to chatting about whether more or less.

Milius is a great adventure director, and perhaps that makes some people with a nose in the air frown, but his skill in action scenes is undeniable. I watched this film as a kid, which added even more charm and value to it. Excellent review as well for referencing one of the adventure films I loved back then, "The Man Who Would Be King" by Huston, which, upon rewatching as an adult, made me fully appreciate all the irony of the great old man that I might not have grasped when I was just a little one.

There is a beautiful film made by Preston Sturges in the 1940s, I Forgotten (Sullivan's Travels), which tells the story of a rich Hollywood director who, in order to make an earnest film about poverty, disguises himself as a homeless man and hits the road. After a series of misadventures, he ends up in jail without being able to prove his true identity and, in despair, watches a screening of a comedy film along with the other inmates. He is infected by the general hilarity and bursts into laughter, forgetting his troubles. When he finally manages to get out, he decides to make only films that make people laugh. The moral is this: what the hell do you care if Neri, the Vanzina brothers, Boldi, and De Sica make silly movies? Just watch your favorites and leave alone those who want to forget their troubles for an hour and a half; after all, if Italian cinema dies, it's not because of them, but because of the mediocrity of the authors and actors. And then, if it weren't for these guys, how would Poletti manage to pose as a superior being? Superior to what? Do me a favor... let him go!

I don't quite agree with you about the lesser complexity of this film; more than focusing on the Vietnam war veterans, the gaze is directed towards the veterans' wives, whose doubts are resolved not by choice but by events beyond their control, like the suicide of the two men. Ashby is quite the clever one; I remember the final scene with the two women at the supermarket, and right behind them there’s a door with the sign Lucky Out... lucky exit. I will never stop thanking him for that great film, 'The Last Detail'.

As an enthusiastic naturalist, a note on the incongruity (perhaps intentional?) of the cover. The discus fish are portrayed and are very popular among aquarium enthusiasts. The strange thing is that they live in the Amazon River (Brazil), yet on the cover they are swirling in a typically Asian landscape. It's worth noting that it is the Asian traders who breed them in captivity in large outdoor tanks, only to export them around the world, but they do not exist freely in nature in Asia...

The three by N.Drake are really albums to listen to in the car.

What can I say, you grew up with Warehouse, I with Land Speed Record and Everything Falls Apart. Mould is a great guitarist in that genre, keep Denison, I won’t trade for the Jesus Lizard records.