nes Banned

"The first three quarters of the CD are monstrous. I don’t understand the attacks and the digs at Debaser: what other site do you think would have published something written so poorly? Did you want to talk about an album you like? Then thank God there’s Debaser.
PS: I like Mogwai but I don’t even own a single one of their albums; T.E.S., on the other hand, I wore out at the time (I actually bought and quickly sold it). No, I just wanted to be clear and stick it to you with the phrase: 'you have your noses in the air here.'"

acidic "de noartri." Uselessness turned into a group, the demonstration that already in the '80s the music that sold so much was pure business. But they must have had a lot of fun.

In the first ten minutes, there are so many lens flares that you start to wonder if you're accidentally watching the movie made by J.J. Abrams' dumb cousin. Then the film starts. Or rather, it tries to start: Zombie for 100 minutes has no clear idea if it wants to make a horror film or a dreamlike/artistic one. So it opts for the worst solution: it shoots a formulaic horror film without an ending, and randomly, with a touch of logic, inserts a series of dreamlike artistic sequences (some of which are quite beautiful, I must admit) that aim to give the film (I believe, otherwise they're just there for sheer coincidence) a somewhat cultured flavor.
What comes out in the end is that: Zombie knows how to direct a blockbuster (and we already knew that). Zombie has no idea how to balance the trends that are in vogue: tons of lens flares in the first ten minutes and then practically none afterwards (practically because there's a fixed-camera scene all in red where there are like 5 all together. Like: for free). It also turns out that Zombie is great at directing actors (Sheri Moon is not an actress, she never has been and never will be; she's always and in any case credible in his films). It even emerges that Zombie can shoot scenes without dialogue and without actors doing anything, and can make them last 2-3 minutes (which is absolutely not insignificant), and he's also capable of making them Beautiful with a capital B (in America, those who can do such a thing can be counted on the fingers of one hand. Right now, I can't think of anyone alive, I swear). Then it also turns out that he has no idea how to balance the forces he has at his disposal, and above all, it turns out that you can praise Zombie as much as you want, but in the end what remains of this Lords of Salem is that it's truly a piece of crap, totally pointless, that stumbles halfway through and from then on spends its time chasing its own tail.
I think Zombie needs to go be a second unit director for someone for two or three films. Upon his return behind the camera, he would be a force of nature. Of course, I would have never said that...

I didn't read it, I didn't see it. Yesterday I bumped into a friend who had just seen it. I asked him, "How was it?" He replied, "I need to get high. And then I want to try crack. Anyway, if you decide to go see it, let me know because I’ll gladly go back."
Nothing: I found it quite amusing.

I can instead say that the nerdy obsession with cultivation has always struck me as something for annoying little fucks? I obviously have nothing against self-production, but I find there's a comedic vein in those who obsessively study the different names and qualities of cannabis when all you really need to know is: sativa makes you laugh, indica gives you the hit. Unfortunately, sativa produces fewer buds and, above all: the only plant that makes sense to grow at home (at 300 euros consumption per lamp) is big buds. For everything else, there's the flight ticket to Amsterdam (and even there: being a cannabis sommelier in Amsterdam feels a bit like a Texan arriving in Naples and acting like a pizza connoisseur. Seriously: just eat and shut up. In fact, take a couple of hits of iceolator, that way you’ll be quiet for 4 hours).
There, now I'll be quiet too...

I keep myself far away from any pre-packaged discipline. Especially if it's boring.

these are not the witchcraft. this is a record by magnus pelander singing and that's it, by his bassist who god only knows what he's still doing, by two random guitarists, by a random drummer, and randomly produced by nuclear blast. and you can hear it, the witchcraft was something entirely different. even pelander's solo work was something else entirely, and I'll never forgive him for going back to electric without the right people and especially after that damn ep. this on the hd must have lasted 5 days.

Finally, I saw it... Aesthetically perfect... But let's face it: in every other way, it's completely devoid of content. It’s a film made up of direction + direction + direction + that’s it. Refn, who has always been quite pretentious, here goes overboard and delivers a film that is partly a copy of Drive: silence and violence; and partly a revised version of Valhalla Rising: environments as protagonists. Unfortunately, he forgets to include the blockbuster element of Drive and the mystical component of Valhalla Rising. He also forgets to add another little thing, unfortunately: the heart. There isn’t a single character that sticks with you. The performances linger (for me, Thomas takes the crown easily), but there isn’t a single character that’s sketched above the minimum necessary level. Given the hype it started with, it’s undoubtedly my cinematic disappointment of 2013. Yet, I’m actually a fan of Refn, and if you asked me in person what I think of this film, the answer would be "it's fucking awesome," but I don’t find it strange that in various countries it was a bit of a flop. And I certainly wouldn’t call someone an idiot if they told me, "I saw Refn's latest, and it sucked"; had they said that about Drive or Bronson, there would have been flying nightstands, refrigerators, and armchairs.
A friend of mine who saw it some time ago, precisely because of the "amazing direction and that’s it" discussion, compared it to Enter the Void. Well, Enter the Void is a film made of direction + direction + direction + that’s it, but it has heart, it has so much more heart compared to this one that... well, but Enter the Void is one of my favorite films, so it's pointless for me to start making comparisons.
In short, the smartest thing I can say about this film is: did you like it? Yes??? Then go watch Enter the Void. NOW.

"I just finished saying that I didn't mean total distance in style," and now, for two days it has been: "The reviewer mistakenly compares this work to the nonsense of Haneke," then it became "there is something of Haneke in the style, there’s no doubt." Meanwhile, you kept questioning whether it would be okay to mention Matrix when thinking about the myth of the cave, and finally, The Village, you decided to lose your mind for the joy of those who read us. And for this, I will never thank you enough. "They only taught you to attack those who don't think like you." "You fool: 'There is something of Haneke in the style, there’s no doubt.’ You think like me!" "I’m leaving, thanks." Damn it, don't even try...

"I signed up to share opinions on what I love, 'no, you didn't sign up to deny the obvious, as right in front of you is someone with whom you've had discussions. Someone who watches Dogtooth and spends three days saying it has nothing to do with Haneke - we don't know what to do with that. In return, we do know how to turn idiots of such a magnitude into pure entertainment. I hope you are enjoying your role as 'pure entertainment,' by the way, but it doesn't seem so."