Il_Paolo

DeRank : 6,49
DeAge™ : 6728 days • Here since 8 january 2008
Joel & Ethan Coen Non E' Un Paese Per Vecchi
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Poletti, if you copy my closing "always Yours," I will sue you. Anyway, for once I agree with your analyses: Honor your father and mother is definitely a 5/5.
Nicolas Roeg A Venezia, un dicembre rosso shocking
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I agree with Velluto: the film, moreover, has some similarities with the contemporary "Chi l'ha vista morire?", by Aldo Lado, also set in Venice, quite gloomy. Nevertheless, it is less beautiful.
Francesco De Gregori Catcher In The Sky
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I felt similar emotions back in '90. Alas. I like FDG more than PPP, but to be honest, it's a bit of a jerk - to paraphrase Sfasciacarrozze - while the other loved football, but especially the footballers. A typical leftist from the end of the last century, which perhaps WV will eventually dismiss.
Lucio Battisti Una giornata uggiosa
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I was proud of my new cowboy-style boots, but new shoes don’t always lift you up from tough times; the thing is, all that gossip about Valentina, with whom I was dating back then, was ruining me. I mean, they said that she, older than me, was hooking up with her best friend, Annali' known as the Perversa, and they had been caught in the act, indeed with one on top of the other and a vibrating gadget.
I wish I could write her sentences like that: back in the day, but I'm younger than you, I had a similar incident with my first girlfriend.
Mario Bava Cani arrabbiati
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Moreover, according to what can be found online, the film is based on a story – it’s unclear which one – by Ellery Queen, which explains the surprising ending, which I intentionally left unsaid in the review, completely overturning the meaning of the story.
Mario Bava Cani arrabbiati
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Okay Bartle, I accept your remarks also because in my reviews I prefer the witty genre, or the witty analysis of certain works, paradoxically a result of a certain detachment from the commented work (at least this would be my intention). The problem is that this film is not brilliant at all; it is simply a representation of madness, which I like a lot, preventing me from fully achieving Il_Paolo: perhaps it would have been better if I had reviewed it under another "nom de plume."
Bobby Solo Homemade
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muggy and white, lavalin... unfortunately, I have to settle for being the director of myself. Rikii has written a thesis on cultural anthropology in three lines.
Bobby Solo Homemade
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I thought I was "grotesque," even though as an adjective it doesn't quite fit me: I'm sunny, ironic, and I don't have that desire to distort through fear, typical of the grotesque.
Bobby Solo Homemade
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Sure... no problem. Now with the strong euro/dollar exchange rate, Bobby might consider moving to the States. Even though he would get lost in the crowd there, here he stands out. And how he stands out.
Bobby Solo Homemade
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Lavalin... Verona province and Arkansas are very similar: plains, plantations, humidity, stagnation, straight roads, a hint of racism, a tendency to pair up among themselves (very low social mobility in those places), pockets of poverty (compared to the rest of the northeast), and the list goes on. Now, I close my eyes and imagine Bobby speeding in his Cadillac along the Transpolesana, and everything clicks.