JURIX

Writing a Review is a pleasure, but if the review is written in an abominable way, what pleasure is there in that?

Stupendously Desirable.

GRANDIOSO SPLINTER: 5 full. Just for the fact that you thought there are more than 3 perZones that read all this load of review about the ever-innovative Drim Fiatar. And then, let’s be honest, after reading the De-finizione del Berlusca... you’re just messing with all of us, come on... and by the way, you do it well... WELL DONE, CIò!

"episodes that are purely radio-based" - "tacky guy with tattoos, motorcycle" - "Mr. Richie doesn't expect any great cultural qualities from the other half of his heart" - "Kid Rock doesn't want to invent anything and doesn't want to renew the music scene" - "many Americans waving their stars and stripes flags" - "duet with Sheryl Crow... featuring Bob Seger on piano." I haven't listened to this clown's current album, but from the pathetic songs I've heard and what you wrote, I think giving it a 1 out of trust would be more than understandable.

Beautiful signaling, really. But that creepy "3MSC"... goodness, like a bug in the beer.

Words understood TOTAL words = 0.2985684. I think you should explain it to me exactly.

0-10 years: amazing, the Smurfs, magnificent! I want to watch it again right now, buy me the dvd-dolls-cereal-underwear of the Smurfs come on! /// 10-15 years: nice I've always liked... actually no! I'm grown up, I meant I liked them but not anymore, even though the movie was stupendous, I mean cute... /// 15-40 years: what a nonsense, they've ruined another old cartoon with all these damn effects /// 40-80 years: of course I've seen it, and who do you think brought my kids and grandkids? But how much has the ticket price gone up eh? The chairs are comfy though. /// 80-95 years: oh you young people who go to the cinema to see the Smurfs... but back in the 1900s when I was born, there wasn’t one, or maybe there was, I don’t remember but... oh you... what? what was I saying? /// ME: if I were ever to be drugged and teleported and then tied to a chair in a movie theater where they show this stuff, I would start singing "Tommy The Cat" by Primus at the top of my lungs. If you are in a movie theater and hear someone singing "Tommy The Cat", get up and take me out. Or shoot me.

I haven't seen it, but it seems to me like a film that starts with an engaging idea, where the first 10 minutes hint at a great plot that then drastically declines to make way for special effects, sterile action scenes, and a barrage of clichés. If I catch it on TV, I might give it a glance, but for sure I wouldn't go to the cinema to see a film like that.

I didn't know them, nothing exceptional but very enjoyable & Stum-pa-stum-tum-pable.

And God said: "Kung!" and Kung Fù.