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I get your point of view; in the end, the beauty is that everyone perceives a film according to their own personality. I took it as a story that ultimately shows how everyone is always indifferent to the pain of others. In the end, only with one or two people can you really be empathetic; with others, well... they hit you, you think about it, then you move on. If you think about it: Coen uses Ivan's weakness, the mother uses the father's weakness, then the father gets revenge, and everyone expresses their weaknesses by confessing. And Dries is there to exploit everyone’s weaknesses for a book. It reminded me of Arturo Bandini when he would say to himself in the mirror, "Arturo, go down and get laid; it will turn into 30 pages of your book." One thing that struck me is when he reviews all the characters halfway through the film, and there's the blonde doing the maternity test while everyone is off doing something else, each in their own life. One thing I liked is that Coen's camera is upside down for everyone and for no one. Dries walks in and stands upright, Coen is in bed, upright in the right sense, but under the ceiling. Both are normal, correct, but perceived as wrong by each other, who falsely tolerates. It's like saying: we talk, but we are on two different levels. That’s why I called it "universal," because they are all miserable, from the bored writer to the serial rapist who entertains himself with balding fat women, and because it’s a story as current as it is ancient. They could have set it in the Middle Ages and filmed it in costume. It’s a film that, when it ends, leaves you with an unpleasant feeling. Petulant comment, don’t read it.

Ah, panic... I hadn't even noticed it was yours. Ahah, after "Isis and Mogwai, and I don't think I need to say anything else..." I thought, but this... is... yes, it’s him :) Well done, well done. Something was needed on this great movie. I would have given it a 5.

Beautiful. It leaves you with a sense of misery when it ends, which is incredible. While you’re watching, you tell yourself it’s too surreal, so surreal that it leaves you indifferent, and then when it’s over, you feel like a wreck. Well. In comparison, Trainspotting has the same depth as the New Year’s Eve speech of the president of the republic. Everything is nice except for that "generational" part, which then you have to see what is meant by generational. In my opinion, for the meaning I give to the word "generational", it is not generational at all. In fact, it’s very "universal". If it were up to me, I would have removed the soundtrack altogether. Without it, it’s very Haneke, to the point that it seems like a mix between Gummo and Il Tempo dei Lupi, rendered in a music video style. Anyway, just for the beginning, for the idea, it’s worth watching. Great film, that’s it. Kosmo, if you can't find it, let me know.

And if the female vinyl comes out, when it has its things, you also have to put the diaper on it.

And I, expecting a senile record in their style, didn’t buy the concert tickets. Then I ended up with this big album, the tickets are Sold Out, and that’s that. I’m waiting for the double vinyl, even without hair.

Well, Tornatore is Tornatore; he can't just make any film. That's his language. I'm a bit curious to see it, just to have something to say, but then who cares? I don't know, let's see if I watch it. Anyway, Fosca, to an attentive Sicilian, the land in the frame won't mean shit since they carefully avoided filming it in Sicily. It seems it was shot in Tunisia and now the film set will become the set of a local reality show... a fitting end for a Tornatore thing. An attentive Sicilian should enjoy Il Bell'Antonio because Catania is a beautiful place. Plus, there's Mastroianni and Cardinale, not Gullotta or some fool from Zelig.

Thank goodness for Supersoul, every now and then you come across a sensible comment.

At least you wrote the title correctly and learned what they're called. At least that.

As for the favorite reviewer, I don't know, but I would emphasize the hidden talents more: Geenoo is a talent that will blossom sooner or later. It doesn't matter that he looks like Pierino and goes to school despite being the age of the janitor. One day he will bloom, he will write an incredible review of a beautiful and completely unknown record, and we will all, swallowed by a black hole, fall asleep. When we wake up, we'll all be on Ondarock. Come on Geenoo, don’t give up and be punctual for the training sessions.

But wait, Baubau didn't play for Inter?