telespallabob

Thank you for your understanding and appreciation, a hug to you all.

I want to trust it, also because the review is really nice.

The story (in my opinion, it foreshadows many things in "Turnè," Salvatores' subsequent film) and the acting (Paolo Rossi's monologue is wonderful) are the strong points of a good film, perhaps still somewhat naive in terms of direction. Nevertheless, it is undervalued and absolutely worth rediscovering.

Good review, although perhaps a tad too critical. Great movie.

I would like to criticize the reviewer on one point: "If Massimo Zamboni on one side and the revived Umberto Negri on the other bring shows where, with their respective differences, each brings to life their own "CCCP-CSI," Ferretti, on the other hand, presents an absolutely minimalist, almost singer-songwriter show." If there's anyone who does minimalist shows, it's Zamboni, not Lindo. It's no coincidence that in his concerts, there are echoes of CCCP missing, but not those of CSI (the concerts and the album with Angela Baraldi are a separate matter; with her, both Zamboni and Canali step outside their usual style). It's unpleasant to attend a Lindo concert, partly because of him (even in a reflective way you can have bite, but he has lost it) and partly because of the resentful and ignorant audience. When you see Zamboni, the average age goes up by at least 10 years, and you realize there's a different atmosphere and still a desire to understand how things work. Ferretti would also have a lot to say (you don't lose intelligence; you simply no longer want to use it), but there's no longer an audience able to listen to him. Regards.

It holds you tight and keeps you there when, normally, you would have been tearing your hair out after two songs, but that's the beauty of it: you are convincing yourself to take it off but you don’t, you listen to it again and slowly start to understand. True, to be appreciated they had to hit you with the "trick" first, but you forgive them for that.

In this whirlwind of love (to which I humbly join), I emphasize a detail that is almost poetic: the fencing training. Immediate respect if you continue to practice it.

from the series "let's stay calm". Worm? Damn your lives! You weren’t supposed to leave us, we loved you.

By clicking on feisbuc, I saw they are Italian! That's quite a detail, and it wasn't clear from the review, so I'll try to listen to something.

These days, between one exam and another, I’m trying to find the thread of this album that still doesn’t fully convince me, but I wouldn’t be as harsh as some other commentators. Regards.