carlo cimmino

You're really on fire now. Damn, damn, damn! P.S. Good review, but the one for "Pigment" currently seems unbeatable. I recommend uploading samples along with the reviews, if only to add another reason and a touch of class to your ever-growing reviewing and/or educational-encyclopedic skills.

Um. I'm here for the same reason as Giola and Bartleboom. I actually like the review.

Your pages are always excellent, dear Flo. I don't know this "Italian Bestiary," but every time I've crossed paths with Paolini, it has been a great experience. I'm only familiar with some of his shows, but the one that impressed me the most - and that I feel I can recommend to anyone - is "Il sergente."

Celebratory, emphatic page (whatever that means) and enthusiastic. Just one of those pages that I personally don’t like, but who cares. It's well written and has sparked a discussion that I find exceedingly curious and interesting. Some comments seem inevitable to me, given that the character of Marilyn Monroe has been artfully constructed to create this pervasive macho mentality. Perhaps she had a fragile, delicate nature, but she never showed us that: she has always presented herself as a "superbabe," never as "Betty Friedan of Hollywood." If we add that she dined at the table of the big shots of the Yankees... On the other hand, it’s true, let’s be honest, "Some Like It Hot" is a great film, and Jack Lemmon dancing the tango dressed as a woman until dawn is simply brilliant. In short, x. P.S. I even find it generous to say that Pausini is "a bride's big butt" and that Clerici is "a decent breeding cow." P.J. Harvey, who artistically means nothing to me, is a real woman and at the same time is incredibly pretty. Much more than this fatal platinum doll.

The plot of this fighting game is more complicated than that of Beautiful.

Always impeccable are the pages of the Punisher. But I do not know this "Cuore" nor in practice all the credited authors. Except for Andrea Aloi, who directed Guerin Sportivo for a few years. Among other things, he had a really interesting column on English football titled "Mister Football" (perhaps the best thing I've read in sports newspapers/magazines in recent years) which was inexplicably discontinued last year, maybe due to local jealousies towards the Albion football.

What a pair of tits!

Bethrezem, don't get me wrong. I didn't understand anything, but it's not the review's fault. It's just that the game's plot is complicated!

Exactly algol (comment 24). I was saying "Mythical Tom Jones" precisely in relation to the final scene of the film. Simple, but effective.

Something tells me this is not the Via Paolo Fabbri 43 of today. Del Poggipollini (what a wonderful surname!) I barely remember the music video for a track from his second solo album, "Bologna e piove," curiously watched by yours truly during a brief and alcoholic stay in Bologna, where I tried to hit on some young students, but ended up chatting until morning with a friend’s over-forty hippie aunt. And vomiting her disgusting vegetable couscous in the bathrooms of your beloved bus station. By the way, what do you Bolognese find so great about a bus station? I will never understand. The theme of insomnia is interesting. However, I wonder if this person's approach is the "right" one to the subject. Who knows.