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@eletto1987, I don’t compromise on the champagne-glass nipples of the Capotondi. Beauty lies in the harmony of shapes. If you’re a connoisseur of the cow-woman type, one of those who overlook anyone below a size 5, well, as they say, de gustibus...

If it weren't a commercial product for today's little kids, one could dare to make a serious critique (which would nonetheless begin and end with the adjectives "Banale e Prevedibile"). But I repeat, this is if it weren't the pointless crap that it is. Scenes and gags that haven't been funny in decades, good only for today's little ones, all Moccia, Vasco, and ringtones. And to think that perhaps the director or the screenwriters intended to provoke nostalgia or melancholy in the teenagers of the '80s. But please... The only positive note was Capotondi's boobs.

But "What a Shit" has already been said?

@Mike76, the charts, especially the summer ones, have traditionally been filled with crap, that's a well-known fact. It's just that since '97, it feels like it's been not 11 but 50 years in that regard. I mean, back then we had Alexia, Ricky Martin, the Backstreet Boys... but we also had Skunk Anansie and Depeche Mode, and forgotten gems like this album. I mean, even in the charts, you could find something that at least rose a bit above the garbage. I don’t believe today's situation is the same. Though I realize there’s a real chance I’m just talking nonsense under the effects of rampant nostalgia...

Good job... but that's not how it's done: digging up a summer from over ten years ago, and what a summer (sigh), like a betrayal, and on top of that with one of the albums I hold closest to my heart. "You're not alone" has never left my mind; I’ve never stopped listening to it from time to time.

Scarlett Johansson... one of the biggest mysteries of contemporary cinema. Come on, let's be serious, she might be able to act but they shouldn't keep imposing her on us as some kind of sexy icon. Sure, she's the classic blonde bombshell that if you encounter her on the street, you'd turn your head 180° like in The Exorcist, and anyone would gladly sleep with her, but beauty is something else. They've already said it, you can find much better (in terms of looks, I mean) in any city center or any university. As for the record, no comment.

By the way, primiballi, maybe I deserved a little hello too, in my own small way. And damn, it's been 6 months that I've been promoting your review "Basta poco" and the juicy debate that ensued...

Great Stoney. As always. It’s just that I believe my anger is better reserved for Vasco and his last-minute fans (or rather, "fun"). I have respect for those who are honest and sincere like primiballi, and those who are a bit older and disillusioned—I respect them too: he has said it more than once, the current Vasco is an industry, empty and fleeting like the heads of those who go to make the "figa" sign at concerts (even though there’s nothing wrong with it, he says, and I partly disagree). If we are to attribute any value to Vasco, it should refer to his early production. Of course, in this review he almost seems to justify, if not outright praise, the current Vasco as well. But I’m sure it’s a deliberately provocative stance, almost a conscious sacrifice, a suicidal counterattack spurred by the emotion of someone who sees their adolescent idol everywhere disintegrated by an avalanche of criticism from anyone with an IQ higher than that of a baboon; primiballi sacrifices himself (his account goes) and much of his credibility on the altar of sacred youthful memories. He catches us off guard: "Vasco was great, but you know what? He’s still great now, take that! Maybe not like 20 years ago, but he’s still fighting, my Vasco." It’s much easier to delude oneself than to realize one has been betrayed. Or at least, I want to believe that’s the case, because I respect primiballi.

The rich and the poor.

Damn Clako, when you list Licadue's "songs" you sound like a sheep shitting one turd after another and asking, "Do you like this one? And this one? And this one?" It's all crap, can you understand that or not?