Il_Paolo

Among other things, it should be clarified that the famous zoophilia scene that many refer to starred Marina Lothar Frajese (the late ex-wife of a RAI journalist), a well-known porn star in the early '80s. Those in the know claim that the scene was not a fake. Many of you have seen Lothar playing the role of the nurse-prostitute friend of Calboni in the holiday scene in "Fantozzi subisce ancora" ('83). Yours faithfully, Il_Paolo

And it’s interesting the resonance of the Dik Dik/Mogol not only with the Gozzano of "Totò Merumeni" and "La signorina Felicita", but also with the almost contemporary Leonard Cohen, of whom I’m posting - just to verify among you - the lyrics of the charming "This Is What You Wanted" ('74): You were the promise at dawn,
I was the morning after.
You were jesus christ my lord,
I was the money lender.
You were the sensitive woman,
I was the very reverend freud.
You were the manual orgasm,
I was the dirty little boy.

And is this what you wanted
To live in a house that is haunted
By the ghost of you and me?

Is this what you wanted ...

You were marlon brando,
I was steve mcqueen.
You were k.y. jelly,
I was vaseline.
You were the father of modern medicine,
I was mr. clean.
You where the whore and the beast of babylon,
I was rin tin tin.

And is this what you wanted ...

And is this what you wanted ...

You got old and wrinkled,
I stayed seventeen.
You lusted after so many,
I lay here with one.
You defied your solitude,
I came through alone.
You said you could never love me,
I undid your gown.
And is this what you wanted ...
Immobiliarmente Vostro, Il_Paolo

Thank you, Valerio, you know that I admire you (when will we see a new, mesmerizing review from you?). Anyway, aside from that, I believe it's right to post in full the text of "Vendo casa" (1971), which is indeed the work of the talented Mogol - not exactly a minor figure, to be honest - but it has a poetic, decadent, and modern quality that deserves a small place here on Deb:
The grass is tall now, I know
and I should prune the apple tree,
how much dust there is
inside the house, it's all a veil.
The kitchen, look, what is it
with all these dirty dishes to wash
and my mother always here
repeating, don’t let yourself go.
And the people around me
like an owl want to watch
but what's so strange?
This house has seen love
today it sees a man dying,
today it sees a man dying.
The flowered armchair is old now,
that tear needs sewing.
I have a long beard like you want
and I want to die.
A sandwich, a beer, and then
your mouth to kiss
and the flame rises again inside me
this house is all to be burned,
this house is all to be burned,
this house is all to be burned.

Thank you Muito (the anecdote is interesting) and of course thank you Francescobus (give a listen to your fellow countrymen "Giuliano e i Notturni" when you get a chance): the review on Nicola di Bari, which I’ve seen is loved by both of you and more, surely flowed from my heart. However, although no one is ever a good critic of themselves, the writings I am most attached to are those about the cottony Christian and the adorable Jimmy Fontana (I would appreciate a post from you about that, when you have the time and the will). When I have left this site, and fulfilled my "mission," I would like these two to represent my remnants (and indeed, the wise one told me "Judge [not] this race by empty remains Do you judge God by his creatures when they are dead?") I also thank Finnegan (hoping he had a good vigil), Percy, and Q3tzal. SV, Il_Paolo

Dr. Adder, I am not Zaireeka (your suspicion stems from the misunderstanding about the two hands that briefly appeared on my personal card)... I am REAL and not a fake. Thank you for the dietary advice. ST, Il_Paolo

Sorry Poletti, wouldn't it be better to go directly to the Idroscalo or the Ticino? ST, Il_Paolo

@but seriously: give Hella a listen too, when you get a chance ;)

Hey Poletti, I'm glad to see you around the music scene. Well, relax with the Dik Dik after yesterday's football disappointment (which doesn't change my opinion about Spanish footballers). I need to think about the Vianella, but I've already reviewed the female half of the duo, the underrated Wilma Goich. For you, in any case, a nice movie review is on the way, arm your cannons (and don't underestimate Milàn). Thanks to GiovanniA, Lavalin, and Emanuele for the support, and to the others for the insults. Punkamente Vostro, Il_Paolo

I give you 5 because I like this kind of reviews, in any case.

<<album characterized by a profound sadness and an almost unbridgeable sense of emptiness>>. It is perhaps the album of autobiographical awareness. My middle school music teacher used to tease it because she expected it to be the headliner of the concert with Eric Clapton, wanting the bigger name on the bill. I only listen to it when my head is spinning, and only a little when I have my coffee (I prefer my Zucchero more refined, the cane sugar one). In this genre, better Andrea Mingardi.