supersoul

The Clash would be the band that best represents the entire punk movement? But maybe not... they had already left punk behind with the swing, reggae, pop tracks of London Calling.

The duet with Zappa's band was already released on the 1988 live album "Broadway the Hard Way." Sting was first introduced in Chicago in the afternoon at Baffone, and that very evening, he was invited on stage at the Auditorium Theatre for this jazzy version of "Murder by Numbers," where Uncle Frankie drops a stratospheric guitar solo halfway through the song...

Thank you very much to everyone present for their unanimous support; while the film's acceptance was almost taken for granted, I am truly surprised by the praise for the review, and I am very happy that you liked it. A film from 1970 that I still find to be impactful in everyone’s consciousness—forty-somethings, thirty-somethings, twenty-somethings—and that is its great merit. There is a line spoken by Volontè while he watches the leftist activists splitting into various groups in the "gabbione" of the police station: "...thankfully they are divided, otherwise it would be tough for us." More relevant than this?

a film much more complex than "A Fistful of Dollars." Laced with less violence and more sarcasm compared to the first, there’s the generational conflict between the old bounty killer who acts for justice and the young one who acts solely for money. Then there's the ambiguous figure of Indio (while Ramon in the first film was just a rough gunman), who is a paranoid drug addict and perhaps even a queer (does the relationship with Nino, who covers him to keep him warm and takes away his lit cigarette while he falls asleep, remind you of anything?). And what really cracks me up about Leone is his imagining of the western as a gigantic cartoon in the style of Tex Avery, where characters are blown to bits by gunfire or explosions, only to be alive again in the next cartoon to meet their next comical death. All of Indio's gang members are the gunmen who died in the previous film. Great Leone.

"war is a drug"... a woman who knows how to make films with real guts, tough and full of tension (the first ten minutes with the background noises drowning out what the bomb disposal experts are saying as if they were in an aquarium are raw nerves). What happens to the human soul when it learns to no longer worry and to love the bomb... An extraordinary film outrageously snubbed in Italy.

no marpado, here Scola does not want to make any j'accuse, he is a moralist who no longer wants to preach morality. If there is morality, it is not against the so-called civil society that marginalizes the poor, but against that populistic oleography where poverty is a virtue. These are "monsters" just like those who live in clean condominiums, barricaded behind social alibis. Giacinto and his companions do not need these alibis. Their barbarism is akin to that of civil society.

But how can you say "well done" and give a 5 to this tripe? How can you reward someone who writes this nonsense: "sentences that, to avoid misunderstandings, can be right and correct (even in the cases of Berlusconi and Sofri), but can never be wielded as a weapon to formulate a political judgment against the political opponent"? In any civilized country, Berlusconi would not be in power even if 90% of voters had chosen him. This writing is rubbish that would make even Bondi blush.

Very good, I agree with you 1) they got the decade wrong 2) they're cashing in on it. They seem to be highly praised but they give me the impression of a continuous déjà vu, and I don't really like that. Besides Springsteen, whose tribute borders on plagiarism, in the less electric ballads they mimic Tom Petty. The album is nice but has very little originality; the Lucero are much better for me.

Well done, dreamwarrior. I would add that the eccentric look reminiscent of the court of Louis XIV also worked against these New Yorkers. I remember the singer with mustache and goatee just like D'Artagnan, sporting a flashy diadem on his head and eyes rimmed with dark makeup, a long draped jacket, and boots with stars and stripes—more suitable for Uncle Frankie's circus than a metal audience. They were technically brilliant, with keyboards like Crane, brass like Andy McKay, "crimson" atmospheres; Stillborn sounded like something straight out of Jade Warrior, and then there was that incredibly long piece right at the end of the album.

Well... in this film, Manfredi has attributed an uncommon humanity to his role? Giacinto is a character of unique contempt: greedy, violent, a drunkard, and incestuous, and only Manfredi (who, unlike the ambiguous Gassman, Tognazzi, Sordi, has almost always presented himself as a positive actor) could provide an even more unpleasant image of him to the viewers... The communist Scola goes beyond the poetic portrayal of the unfortunate poor seen in other films about the marginalized, like those by Kurosawa or Bunuel shot in Mexico. The sub-proletariat living on the fringes of civilization possesses the same impulses of greed and cruelty as so-called civilized society, but unlike this latter, they do not need to justify themselves, create alibis, or hypocritical façades. Great Scola, it’s a shame there are no more directors like him…