Il_Paolo

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DeAge™ : 6728 days • Here since 8 january 2008
Fausto Brizzi Notte Prima Degli Esami
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Definitely one of the cornerstones of what we may define as "minor" Italian cinema of the 2000s in the future. I watched it without any expectations, but I was pleasantly impressed by the production quality, the performances of the actors (especially Sarah Maestri, who is quite good), and, in my opinion, by the underlying sincerity of the story. There are a few anachronisms in the context of '89 (that summer, EVERYONE would have been craving for the first Jovanotti and not the bands that are "posterized" in the kids' bedrooms), perhaps due to the fact that the screenwriters had '81 or '82 in mind when they wrote the story, later backdated to one of the emblematic years of recent history. Faletti is excellent; I really appreciate his character.
Martin Scorsese Re per una notte
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Good job Velluto, among Scorsese's films this one definitely deserves the label "minor" (even if, as Poletti says, it really isn’t). A gem you might have missed: when Rupert and Marsha are arguing in the street at the beginning of the film, for a split second, Topper Headon and Mick Jones of The Clash appear in the crowd, good friends of Scorsese at the time the film was made.
Fabrizio De André Mi innamoravo di tutto
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I find - IT'S TIME TO SAY IT!!!!! - that Mrs. Mina, for the past thirty years, has been really annoying with her cover versions of famous songs featuring her crypto-jazz arrangements without being a jazz musician, and, above all, with the pretense of a false jazz enthusiast: it's truly unbearable and sickening, with all due respect for her great voice, which she could use in different ways, and, above all, for different purposes (I don't know, she should team up with Diamanda Galas and have a little chat!!!). Sorry for the outburst: Iside, I appreciate you. @Lavalin: oh my god, I just threw in the story about the Sardinian carnivals, do you find it so "unlikely"? I must confess, though, that I don't know much about that topic, I know more about others that some of my namesakes title their posts!
Jon Favreau Iron Man
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I need to go to therapy because Poletti perfectly interprets my thoughts (on football)!
Jon Favreau Iron Man
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I need to go to therapy because Poletti perfectly interprets my thoughts (on football)!
Neoplasmah Sidereal Passage
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Well done Emanuele, you write in a lively and very professional manner. And you make it clear to the reader that Portugal is not just fado, just as Italy is not just spaghetti and mandolins.
Fabrizio De André Mi innamoravo di tutto
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I quote Lavalin: you cannot confuse Genoa with Sardinia, their languages, their foods, their music scenes, their football teams, and even their carnivals.
Jon Favreau Iron Man
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Beautiful the transition from Superheroes to Moratti Massimo, the most honest and clean man in Italian football: I only ask you, how is it that as soon as Juventus - at 2 they make Eccezzziunale Veramente - found itself in financial trouble due to Calciopoli, he swooped in like a vulture on the Sabaudian team, snatching Ibra and Vieira at bargain prices?!? I mean, if you’re truly honest, you don’t do that! Naively Yours, Il_Paolo
Fabrizio De André Mi innamoravo di tutto
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You don’t choose the best product of Ours, being more of a hodgepodge anthology without head or tail, although with a tail (of wolf, better than a straw one). I really scold you about "Coda di Lupo," since it’s not a piece of "frontier," as you say (that could have been "Avventura a Durango"), but rather an interesting paraliterary experiment, where the story of Native Americans intertwines with that of urban Indians (and "capelli corti generale" is none other than Luciano Lama, leader of the CGIL who was heckled in '77 at La Sapienza in Rome), through continuous temporal and conceptual jumps.
Cyro Baptista Banquet of the Spirits
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Dear Muito, your reviews are like a journey around the world in 80 days, and you are, rightfully so, the Willy Fog of Deb, even though your prose is clear and certainly not misty like that which your mentor would have had if he had been a writer and not written. There is much to say about cultural cannibalism, as it is known that by consuming a man, you take his soul: after all, as Campanella used to say, "each of us is what we eat," although this does not explain the sadness of the Chinese nor the nonsense of our neighbor.