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For this reason, the feeling of friendship is much more emphasized in Appaloosa than in this. If your wife tells you that your best friend has been sleeping with her, at the very least you shoot him four bullets in the balls :)))))... "Appaloosa" seemed to me anything but real. Here, however, law enforcement officers are corrupt, prisoners are tortured, and the good are not much better than the bad.

The usual final speech typical of US films, they take the story by Giovanni Arpino, they take the bitter film by Dino Risi and place it in American grandeur. Nothing wrong with that, of course, but I hold on tight to the version with Gassman, the poor soldier Alessandro Momo, and the stunning eyes of Agostina Belli.

But has anyone noticed that the old bounty hunter is the legendary Peter Fonda from Easy Rider? In a true western, wouldn’t it have ended differently? It depends on which kind of old western we’re talking about… Let’s say that the original cult movie from 50 years ago was much more reflective and meditative, and perhaps farther from the adventurous component of Elmore Leonard's original tale. This film brings it back to us and has the great merit of distancing itself from Delmer Daves’s version, who was a great precursor of the twilight western ("The Indian Lover" above all, but also "The Hanging Tree"). Here, the final shootout to reach the station is something extraordinary, and in my opinion, this far surpasses the "old fogey" vibe of Appaloosa, which you instead embraced as something new, where the characters are stereotyped. While here, the characters are ambiguous, with a great Russell Crowe, who usually annoys me :)

How to plagiarize 99% "One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest" (including prostitutes and suicide) and still get away with it. At least they could have mentioned "freely inspired by..."

Jim left the basketball court/New York on September 11th. In "Wicked Gravity," he said he felt like the ceiling of a bombed church, and he died on a day that evokes a "bombed" New York. RIP

They may be the children of a minor god of rock, but that hasn't stopped their stunning "Mr. Somewhere" (the jewel of the album, truly something out of Pearls Before Swine) from being included among the covers honored by Ivo Watts Russell with the project This Mortal Coil, alongside cult figures like Chris Bell, Syd Barrett, Randy California, Gene Clark. Sometimes tracks from this album (e.g. "All the Birthdays") remind me of Gavin Friday's first solo album reviewed by 1XLACOERENZA, which I can no longer find on debaser.

It's a shame that Lou can't listen to it all the way through, because in my opinion the fourth part is the best, but maybe he also has annoying neighbors armed with baseball bats. It's not (to put it in the words of Raul Malo from the Mavericks) "music for all occasions," but in life you end up with more than one crappy occasion to play it, and not to have it without listening like the first comment. Rightly unvoteable.

but what the hell does Tarantino have to do with it, and why is he always compared even in the case of a genius like Jim Jarmusch, who was making films when Tarantino was only capable of jerking off to Fenech? Films dominated by symbolism and, as was already the case in "Dead Man," by death.

fantastic voices and atmospheres, truly an emotional record, and you got so excited that you confused Emil "Peppy" Thielheim as the singer of the Guess Who instead of the Blues Magoos... let's not kid ourselves, the singer of the Guess Who was Burton Cummings, in my opinion one of the most beautiful rock voices of all time :) Exuma isn't that unknown, I remember a version of Dambala with the spine-chilling voice of Nina Simone.

I turn it on, take a look, and see myself drawn in... and so I dance: Sumner and Copeland are great musicians? Well, one more reason not to belittle myself in the wedding-party accompaniment style that this piece represents; the brother-in-law of the drummer from the Parascandolo orchestra would suffice. Those who discovered the Police not from this track but with the angry ones from Reggatta de Blanc (taking the punk rock of "All right for you") certainly won't be pleased with the poppy payola type of the reviewed song. I have nothing against primiballi and he has every right to have a bourgeois vision (a negative thing for me) of rock, as I believe I have the right to notice it. Just as I did when he commented that that abysmal little bourgeois record made by Iggy Pop recently was close to being a masterpiece, even descending into the ridiculous with that chansonnier version of "Les feuilles mortes." And maybe you know how devoted I am to the iguana Osterberg from the Stooges period.