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Oh my God. What is this, Fabi's press office? The manager of his fan page?
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So foolish that they end up being likable to me. Not to the point of buying the album.
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Coming back from the cinema after watching Tarantino and reading this graceful page. A cover in perfect harmony with the film. What timing, what synergy.
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Beautiful, beautiful. However, I have no nostalgia for cassettes. Damn flimsy formats designed to degrade at the slightest temperature change or tape deck hiccup. It really chewed them up. Not to mention the battery drain if you ever felt like replaying a track. Screw cassettes.
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I love this too. Just Pai Mei would be enough to make me love it unconditionally. Regarding the fact that Tarantino has become a self-referential machine since Kill Bill, I would tread carefully. Inglourious Basterds is another masterpiece that has little to do with masturbatory practices.
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It's the third one, but it's the one that's the easiest to read. Anyway, you all are really getting on my nerves, I'm going to see it myself now. I can't wait any longer.
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Meanwhile, five on trust.
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I've seen QOTSA three times. And I'm proud of it.
Always a pleasure to read you. You were missed in the review's attire. Anyway, One Wing is my favorite of all. Maybe.
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I still have to see it. I think you need to start getting ready... I foresee more possible uproar. I withhold judgment until the film is fully enjoyed, and maybe even beyond that (and I can't wait, damn it).
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It could incredibly not make me crap. I accidentally listened to a piece and I have to admit that I liked it.