Jimmie Dimmick

If you're a teenager or something similar, all good, nice story, keep it up. Otherwise, I would like to remind you that you are not Carmelo Bene and you will never be. You are Vinny Sparrow!

Nice review, there’s some love in it.

Nice review, but forgive me, what a couple of murubuto balls! "It only needs the grooooove!"
Why doesn't he just write these masterpieces? Why doesn't he do slam poetry?

forgive my ignorance, but who or what is popcorn, besides a tasty snack made from corn that perfectly complements watching movies?

Let’s give this movie five stars!
Are they counted? No? So why do you care, let’s give it five stars!
Plus, do you have any idea of the madness it took to produce it? The hassle that Mastandrea & Co went through (including a beautiful letter to Martino Scorsese)?
The review is really nice, especially the part about the ending.
Moreover, I can tell you that the stories told felt so familiar and realistic, believable, that they impressed me and made me feel truly identified, something that rarely happens to me with movies.
I laughed and cried along with the two heroes, I suffered seeing so many problems so tragically known, so unpleasantly recognized, depicted on screen with such fidelity.
And yet, the cinematic charm remains intact; it’s never documentary-style, it feels like a Scorsese epic, which, as Strummer rightly points out, doesn’t aim high but focuses on the "small fish." So small that they are desperate. And that desperation Caligari must have known really well, up close, to tell it so effectively.

Let's say that at least there is no Fiorello here.

Uncle figa oh! The street life? THE STREET LIFE? What do you want me to say as a 35-year-old who has already made history musically and who is at the forefront of all the teenagers in his country?
How can you compare phrases written almost twenty years ago to those of today? What were you doing twenty years ago? Personally, I was nourishing myself by sucking milk from a breast (cit.). "gugugugu gagagaga mamama paa" were my declarations. Now, I honestly see the Dogo for what they are, a group of funny old-timers who talk about what they do and who have perfectly understood the golden rule to stay on top of the game. They churn out hit after hit, plain and simple. The lyrics? They're hilarious! But they aren't the only ones in the Italian scene! There are so many rappers out there! If I'm looking for something a bit deeper, I turn elsewhere; with the Dogo, I already know what I find: pure and simple entertainment, American style. If they were still twenties, if they still had that black-and-white view of the world, they would be stupid or hypocritical. Better this way, and it’s all good.

And instead, this series comes close to masterpiece. It is written, shot, and edited in a completely unprecedented way. The goal that Lory seems to have set for herself (consciously?) is to tell us exactly everything that is usually left to the viewer's intuition. Lory does not show us the party, but its preparations. The principle usually applied to everything related to sex is here applied to anything. And so nothing happens before the viewer's eyes, but it is implied that it has happened in Lory's world, thanks to the conversations of the characters who tell the viewer what they have missed. There are no protagonists, only many random narrators, strictly inserted without any explanation into the film. The dialogues border on the absurd when seen with a realistic eye; they simply need to be contextualized: nothing is real, nothing is realistic; we find ourselves in Lory's world, a world of wealth and well-being, of men and women who have nothing in common with common problems and therefore, freed from the constraints of earthly needs, can soar in the skies of philosophy and the highest arts of knowledge, questioning their fate, their role in society, love, and everything that has always plagued the human soul.
Long live Lory Del Santo!

While I really enjoyed it, I completely agree with Moustache: it's almost a propaganda film. The Iranians come off as the worst of the worst, and one might say: yes, but the CIA doesn't look good either. And here lies the problem. The CIA comes out shining. Because of the ending (let's not take credit for the good of humanity... it’s ridiculously funny) and because the CIA changes! The United States is a democracy; governments change, intelligence agencies change. Have we committed unspeakable crimes? Sure, but now we’ve changed! The strength of a great democratic nation. Iran, they are the real scum. And they still are. Because nothing has changed since those years; power is still in the hands of the same "party" (namely, the Muslims, who will always be the evil). An excellent propaganda film then, presented as realistic, complete with a comparison to real photos at the end to make you understand that it's all true.

More or less agreed, but the first part is wordy!