supersoul

A Perfect World is a film, as Poletti says, about the lack of a father; both the boy and the bandit need it and learn from each other. The absence of a father in a country that kills its presidents, just as the absence of a mother (in Easy Rider) has become a whore to live with for free sex, not love. Only for Poletti's limited horizons, Easy Rider is an outdated hippie film while A Perfect World is a contemporary masterpiece. Open your mind.

Honestly, you are indefensible, Poletti. Believe me, for the Christian Democracy, I would really like to do it because I understand that you are a great cinema enthusiast, but it’s like washing the head of a mule; it’s a waste of time and soap...

"Child in time" is a plagiarism of "Bombay calling" on the homonymous LP by It's a Beautiful Day.

The film critic wouldn’t have a heart attack but would have a blast, and I believe that's what the users of Debaser are aiming for. It's true that many are still in school, but just as many have finished a while ago and are eager to have fun exchanging opinions. The problem is that there are too many serious users, others with an absolutist mindset (this is the best and you don’t understand a thing if you deny it), and others who, having only seen one or two films from a director, dismiss the other 36 as well... So let’s think about enjoying ourselves, maybe learning something because we’re all novices in front of the professionals of criticism, but the great thing is that we can criticize and critique them too. And you, poletti, are no less of a novice than I am or, for example, than azzo, because I’ve seen ridiculous ratings from you too, your big limitations as you play the moralist with this damn neorealism you pass off as the quintessential Italian genre when instead it’s comedy. I don’t understand why someone has to wage a crusade in favor of Amarcord against the Goonies; after all, people appreciate "Friday the 13th" not because it's an excellent reflection of American society between the lines, but because there's a madman in a hockey mask tearing apart kids, or do you think that when your grandparents and mine watched Ombre Rosse they were enjoying it because John Ford is an untouchable master of cinema today, or because John Wayne was slaughtering Indians? Enjoy yourself too and let others enjoy, express your opinion but stop constantly lecturing others.

I love Huston, but this film is far from the mark of the great master; in my opinion, it's one of his less successful works. After all, the western is not his genre; he's only made two, and the other, "The Man Who Shot Liberty Valance," contains all the irony and lyricism of Huston. In the end, in The Unforgiven, the Indians are the usual red targets to be taken down. Huston, who usually doesn't give a damn about conventions, here falls into the tropes of the genre.

If someone intends to throw away the QOSTA records, please send them to me, because I'll keep them as backup when my copies are worn out. I understand that Homme might be annoying to some, but out of the 14 tracks on Blues for..., at least 9 are his or co-written by him. And do you really believe that if the KJUS had continued, they would have made a better album than this one?

Master Clint has always loved music, just think of his first film as a director where he was a DJ and in "Honkytonk Man" where he was a country singer. It’s an excellent biographical film that, in my opinion, doesn’t do justice to Parker's extraordinary importance. Back then, all my jazz-loving friends preferred the stunning 'Round Midnight by Tavernier, featuring great jazz musicians like Dexter Gordon, Ron Carter, Shorter, Freddie Hubbard, Shorter, Mc Laughin, Billy Higgins, performing both as actors and musicians. The Morandini review by Poletti, as usual, has someone to rail against: the jazz lovers who haven't seen this film, those who didn't award the Oscar to Un mondo perfetto, Spike Lee. In this film, the racist discourse isn't related at all.

It’s because Jeff Bridges often wears the things he puts on every day even in movies, but I doubt that t-shirt has lasted 6 years, right? The best film by the visionary Gilliam, somewhere between 4 and 5.

I instead, for demographic reasons, feel a certain envy for all those born in the second half of the eighties... if I were one of them, I would be very hesitant to review masterpieces that have been overhyped and overly reviewed because I know that people don’t expect to hear the usual four clichés. Anyway, this is an album soaked in delirious misogyny from four sexist men, "Stupid Girl," "Under my Thumb" (...I have her in my grasp, she depends on me, she does everything I want...), "High and Dry" (...I didn’t love her at all, the girl is much poorer..), "Lady Jane" inspired by L’amante di Lady Chatterley. And let's highlight this overwhelming "Out of Time" which at the time reached number one in England with the version by the great Chris Farlowe (whoever remembers him wins that famous turntable that I should have already sent to azzo).

Bjorki, I'm also tempted by Feraud, but that's exactly what Scott wants, who remains neutral between the two, while in Conrad's tale, the difference between the elegant and composed D'Hubert and the crude and crazed Feraud is more pronounced, like a metaphor between good and evil. This is a film that, if you've seen it, stays in your eyes and then in your soul. How happy I am to be different from Poletti, who, on the other hand, doesn't remember much about it. Thank you, mom!