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Well, in my opinion, it's quite overrated. Musical and lyrical mediocrity, in the wake of Mr. Peveri.

Great!

In my opinion, the lack of ideas is already evident. A modest album, with a lot of trite and recycled stuff. Exemplary review, best regards.

Thank you all! Two notes. First, about the "dialogue": it’s basically a trick, a way to kick off the review. I couldn’t find a “hook,” as they say in journalistic jargon, so I made up this dialogue (also drawing inspiration from a discussion on “Gioco di Società” with a friend). The second point is about Gozzano: he’s one of my favorite Italian poets, and there’s no intention to compare him to Max Collini. I enjoyed finding this small link with "le piccole cose di pessimo gusto" that can be found scattered throughout both of their writings. In truth, they are very different and distant from each other, not just in their writing. I will respond to each comment as needed. Thanks again!

The debut wasn’t half bad. It’s on the special list but I haven't got it yet; by the way, I'm kicking myself because I would have gladly thrown in a couple of lines.

Easter up there was celebrated with a flurry of transformations, thanks to me not going.

Bonini's book was a piece of junk (just read his articles on the Ultras movement to realize that). The film is decent, more thanks to the actors (notably Giallini, an underrated actor) than the story itself. Perhaps it needs a bit more courage to tell one of the cultural taboos of this country. But that’s another story.

This film has been compared to what happened with "Let Me In," but with a big difference: the Swedish film was a masterpiece, remaking it was just an American folly. In the case of Larsson's trilogy, the films were disappointing. Here, remaking it had its own logic, even though it didn’t turn out well either. And I say this reluctantly, as I’m crazy about Fincher.

We really let ourselves go. Little keyboards scattered around (the girl, who isn’t pretty. Or at least I don’t remember her being pretty) and a battery present just enough. Pop, in the full style of Morr Music, not even complicated but extremely enjoyable. In a month they’ll be playing in Italy (Trieste, Vittorio Veneto, and Carpi), where they’ll have a maximum of 50 spectators (those who revolve around Morr adore our country. Our country doesn’t care about them at all). Better than the previous one, as I see it.

The drone is for the whores with the big asses.