nes Banned

when they made music.

I haven't seen the movie and therefore I haven't read a damn thing. But you have people (and what people) who follow you just to give you one star in the reviews, and that can only be worth a full thumbs down.

Delon... I believe it's called alendelon...

What the hell do you want me to say about De André?

I detest von Trier, I haven't seen the film and I will never watch it since I prefer 4 hours of the vontrierian universe to 16 of the spielbergian one. However, I was struck and amused by a definition given by, I believe, "Il Fatto Quotidiano," which described him more or less as: "pornographic film with too much plot."

I read it in third grade, I'll post here what I already said on anobii: "I read it as a child, I liked it too much to give it less than a 5: I would be more objective but less honest."

never managed to digest them.

It’s amazing, from start to finish. This Saturday, I ended up in a random theater at the cinema closest to my house (I swear: I didn’t check the movies playing, I just went to the ticket counter, asked for a ticket to “Marylin,” and entered). What I saw, I won’t tell you: when the opening credits started, I wanted to cry, and a sense of shame overwhelmed my gut for at least ten minutes. I said: what I saw, I won’t tell you, but in the theater, there’s a damn movie that starts from terrible premises and actually turned out to be a pretty cool blockbuster. So maybe spend five euros on a Wednesday instead of the eight I did, but yes, seeing it on a screen as big as a volleyball court with sound that shatters your synapses? The new Captain America deserves it. Oh crap, I said Captain America… Yes, you’re right, I’m ashamed, yes; I was already embarrassed on Saturday, by the way, yes okay, whatever you want. But I saw it, you didn’t, and you don’t know what I’m talking about, so just be quiet, keep your five euros, but Captain America has adrenaline-fueled chaotic fight scenes that you either see or you wouldn’t even dream of. As for The Town, I actually don’t have much else to say. Oh, yes: it’s amazing, from start to finish.

I saw some pieces at an exhibition in Cologne. I was traveling on interrail and hadn’t slept for about 36 hours. I walk out of the Cologne station and there’s the cathedral right in front of me (kudos to the urban planners), and not far away is the city art museum (God knows what it’s called, I repeat: I hadn’t slept for 36 hours). "Oh, Jacopo, shall we go and see it?" I had the unhealthy idea to reply: okay.
I enter, buy a ticket, and they ask if I want a badge too. I say yes, they hand me a sticker, and I think, "Damn, a euro for a sticker to stick on my shirt?" I discover it’s a pass for an exhibition when, in front of the painting of the "tizie corvo" (my art history teacher would skin me alive), a staff member in a suit and tie grabs me by my shirt and says something in German. I respond with a look of "What the hell do you want?", he points at the sticker and then at a red ribbon that marks off an area of the museum. He lets me pass beyond the ribbon. Damn! So that’s what the hell this euro sticker was for...
Paintings and videos, dazzling paintings, videos... I don’t know, I still believe what I saw was due to sleep deprivation. Deadly. I spent 3 hours following that exhibition. I remember from the video the scene with "the car that melts" and the one with "the nymphs or mermaids or whatever strange stuff in the woods and ponds." Eight hours would be unbearable for anyone.
Back in Milan, I try to find out a bit about Barney, discover that he put a ring on Bjork’s finger, and above all, I find out that he went and brought a float to a Rio carnival. On top of the float, there was a guy with a potato up his ass and his dick hard. After a while, the guy pulls the potato out and goes to tell Barney: "Dude, I can’t keep it hard for 4 hours while walking with a potato up my ass, maybe we went a bit overboard." Barney takes the phone, a Brazilian porn star shows up, looks at the European guy who just crapped out the potato, checks out his limp penis, smiles, grabs another potato (I hope), shoves it up his ass like a suppository, jerks off halfway through, and struts for 4 hours like Barney wanted. Now: what the hell do they have in Brazil instead of Viagra?