Il_Paolo

Keep it up, don't care. We're the same age.

Look, for professional reasons (which I won't go into in detail), I have tried to deepen my understanding of the manifestations of power, the relationship between politics, administration, and society over the past few years. The real centers of power are not in democratically elected parliaments, nor in the politicians who mostly appear on TV, and perhaps not even in the Prime Minister. These individuals participate in such a vast and interconnected decision-making network that their actual power is close to, I won't say zero, but almost. That said, the problem becomes "ethical" and "aesthetic" rather than political: it is certainly sad to be represented by such individuals, but they are evidently the epitome of the average Italian (for almost a hundred years, to be honest, since universal suffrage was established and what would more accurately be termed ochlocracy). By the way, Tocqueville was right. Yours studiously, Il_Paolo

Thank you Uxo. Best wishes for your wedding.

Iride, stay calm, the reality in my opinion is -slightly- different: the right has devised a solution to the (practically unsolvable) problems of a post-industrial, post-ideological, post-identitary, post-national society like ours. The solution consists in providing simple, if not trivial, answers to complex problems and needs. Only time can unveil the mystery.

Iride, stay calm, the reality in my opinion is -slightly- different: the right has devised a solution to the (practically unsolvable) problems of a post-industrial, post-ideological, post-identitary, post-national society like ours. The solution consists in providing simple, if not trivial, answers to complex problems and needs. Only time can unveil the mystery.

Never tolerated - and I endured it even in the '80s. In my opinion, she is one of the rare cases in the world of a woman more beautiful at 50 than at 25, even though it seems to me that she has given in to lifting by now. A refined cover, like that of a family mother.

Alright Dalì, I will try to please you; for now, regarding Naples, I have written both with "Zappatore" and with "No thanks, coffee makes me nervous," where my thoughts are well encapsulated.

Now I understand why Poletti and I are at opposite ends: I started university in 1996 and I haven’t moved since (without being a daddy's boy)! Always Yours, Il_Paolo

Much, you call me and I arrive, you are Commissioner Gordon and I, if not Batman, at least Robin. This film is well interpreted when compared to the gothic masterpieces of Mario Bava - which someone reviews on this site from time to time - and of Hammer. In summary, it is a calligraphic work that catches the eye, even if it renounces to convey its own idea, authorial, of cinema (as Burton did in his early films). As for comparisons with Frankenstein Jr, it could also be (see Depp's bewildered expressions in front of the mystery). However, I find the father-son relationship that develops between the investigator and the orphan to be deeply poetic (in Burton, there's this continuous reference to fatherhood that I find very beautiful, "Big Fish" almost made me cry in the cinema).

The review is very beautiful, even touching, but I am perplexed by your reasoning (if I understood it correctly). I admire De Crescenzo; his way of popularizing philosophical thought, albeit with some approximations, has been for many the gateway to deeper studies or to intelligent leisure. Bellavista’s book was conceived in the 1970s, in a different socio-economic context, so it doesn’t seem convincing to describe the present day. In my opinion, the limitation of the book, and of the film, is that they are comforting, basking Naples and the South in general in the pleasure – in a caricaturist manner – of being "heirs" of Greco-Roman thought, unlike the barbarians from the North. The problem is that that legacy has, over the centuries, been the purview of the upper bourgeoisie or the low Spanish-influenced nobility [which has trampled it], not of the popular classes, who have been plundered for millennia and left in a state of ignorance, at the mercy of the capable and their epigones. In my opinion, the tragic side of the South is better illustrated in “Io speriamo che me la cavo” by Wertmüller, where we laugh and cry, grappling with the drama of children and their (lacking) education.