carlo cimmino

No problem, my dear. I understood perfectly what you meant. But I didn’t want to be misunderstood either. By the way, I’m afraid Bob would have very few viewers even around my area. Regarding the review, we’ll see if at least the "scudetto" from debaseriano will attract some commentators. In that case, I might even, albeit partially, reconsider the last restyling of the site.

By the way. I wrote that for those who were there, it was better that there were only a few because I assume the performance was much more enjoyable for the sixty spectators present. I don't like crowds. And, since we're talking about stadiums, I don't like fights either.

Come on, damn it. I was being ironic. Who would have thought? I’ve only met one person from Verona in my life, and he was a decent guy. Even if he liked 3 Doors Down. And frankly, my fellow citizens aren’t exactly charming either. That said, I would say your socio-geographical analysis is quite agreeable.

It's surprising that there were only about sixty people to listen to Bob. Or maybe not. One should know a bit more about Verona to reach any conclusion in this regard, but all I know about this city was written on that banner displayed in a stadium during a Napoli-Hellas match a couple of decades ago. However, something tells me that for those who were there, it was better this way. The review is exactly the kind I like. Page deservedly awarded the scudetto.

- My regards, Sfascia. In fact, I hope I haven't been (too?) critical. It’s worth emphasizing that, in my humble and personal opinion, the Calla in this debut hinted at ideas and qualities that they haven't "produced" in the subsequent releases which, while generally valid, are nevertheless not exceptional and/or extraordinary. Naturally, as a good sfasciacarrozze (more in practice than in name in this context), I imagine your favorite is "Collisions." That reminds me of "Il monello," breaking windows to then provide work for the good Charlie Chaplin. But now I'm digressing. It’s always a pleasure to have you on my pages, thanks to G and Turkmenistan, anyway. - Lovely Fosca. I confess that, in general, I quite agree with you. But I find the sound combinations of this self-titled quite successful and convincing. Let me know if you'll have a chance to listen to it again. Perhaps we will go together to have our ears unstopped. Each his own, of course. - Algol. Thank you very much. Anyway, I agree, yes, "Televise." - voodoochilometrico, Baudrillard? Enlighten me. Whenever and however you want, of course. Ps I overindulged in alcohol this weekend. I promise to detox. - Geb. Hello. But also Dope and Matacà. And thank you. - My very favorite Bartle, I truly hope that the risotto brought you (wise) advice. A lot with the ladle. - Blechstromberg. Your new image is wonderful. Worthy of the most affable and convincing Giorgio Mastrota. I really like it. Good, well done. Bye.

I find the "epithets" you direct at Lippi beautiful. On the other hand, we're talking about someone who prefers Ferrante to Romario...

Meanwhile, thank you and congratulations on the review. I went to see this movie (yesterday, Sunday) only after reading this page. And I never go to the cinema. In fact, I have never disliked their films, but the last one I saw was "O Brother, Where Art Thou?", which practically, give or take, dates back to the Mesozoic. I know the previous ones, and I like them all. Well. The movie is well made. The main character is excellent, and the others, stimulating premises, good exposition (more than storytelling) of the characters' events. However, I don't know what the Coens' intention was, but the truth is that nothing really happens in this film. In my opinion. The film ends exactly as it begins. In the first ten, fifteen minutes, Larry realizes he’s living a miserable life. Then he realizes he can do absolutely nothing to change or improve it. These are the substantial awakenings of the protagonist. Not only that. Because in the end, we almost hope that an immense and, why not?, divine natural catastrophe might somehow wash away the characters' sins, reset everything, and deliver justice. And here I can’t help but draw a somewhat bold parallel with that great masterpiece by Bob Altman, "Short Cuts." Even there, the many characters, always wonderfully staged by Altman (following the tracks laid down by Raymond Carver), ultimately face a catastrophe that they somehow hope – or at least that's what those watching the film hope – will reset everything. Naturally, but also not, "A Serious Man" is a film with less catastrophic and decadent tones. Maybe after all, the “horror” depicted by the Coens is just too ordinary. I don’t know. Good film, nonetheless.

Leonard Cohen. I’m still wondering if I like him too much or too little. Sooner or later, we’ll have a chance to discuss it at length. In the meantime. Enjoyable review. Even extremely enjoyable in some moments. Let's review another disc, girl! (?)

I smell a rat crisis.

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