Dislocation

DeRank : 22,33 • DeAge™ : 3004 days

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I’m rewriting here for the proper placement of the asterisks...

The writing is very well done and perfectly in line with the others by our Geippìlourou, may the Lord keep him unharmed.
Just this morning early, I saw something perfectly and easily comparable to the career of the Disarticulated of Cortona, but unfortunately, a truck from the local Waste Management was dumping it into its large container; I couldn’t fully admire its contents, although the emanating scent made its consistency and raw material quite clear.
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I saw it upon release and, I confess, I saw it because the soundtrack by Air seemed more than enough reason to go see the film...
But I liked it a lot, precisely for the reasons you mention, for that soft, golden, and intangible aura that envelops the entire film, for the clear but deliberately unresolved photography, for that well-done illusion given by the actors trying to solve an unsolvable problem like dissatisfaction and the desire for post-adolescent emancipation... and for the soundtrack, savasandir...
Favorite scene... I'd say the one at the sports field at night.
Thanks for everything...
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Edit to the review: «Eh.». See the old version Creuza De Ma: viaggio autentico nella Genova di De André Versione 2 recensione:
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I'll pass, thanks.
Pooh Viva
29 may
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In the Pooh's career, "Viva" falls just one, miserable notch below their peak, that "Boomerang" which saw them, ambitious as few, eager to forever distance themselves from easy listening aimed solely at a female audience.
Technically, in the late '70s, they often came close to the abilities more typical of other bands who, however, played in different leagues (prog d'antan, etc.), and certainly, among the groups that emerged from beat and the Festivalbar or Cantagiro song tradition, they were the most talented and best equipped for the challenge, with an enormous number of concerts and tons of vinyl sold.
True, moreover, is your assertion that they rested on their laurels after "Tropico del Nord," more or less coinciding with the new electro and wave wave to which, like almost all survivors from the sixties/seventies, they failed to respond adequately.
A round of applause for your verve and the leonine courage that must permeate anyone who dares, on these DeBaserian shores, to talk about the Pooh, who are most reviled here.
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I bought it too, and I found the same virtues and the same flaws that you found.
Should I be worried?
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I borrowed it from old Chicco, let's say in 1986.
I still owe it back to him.
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"I'm too old for this "bullshit"... (Quote)
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"... Before mom even calls him, "Mas-si-mi-lia-no!", the boy already knows where he is, knows what he is doing! He doesn't obey, because it's too far! Instead Ugo, who is close to mom and about to move: "Ugo!". The boy doesn't even have time to take a step."

Unbeatable.
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The old turbaned bungler with the name/acronym of Transient Ischemic Attack strikes again.
I don't know the wrongdoers you review, but I swear on your head that I will find out as soon as possible.
In the meantime, this smell of onion focaccia from the outskirts of Recco is coming your way. It will soon be shredded by my powerful jaws and then swallowed.
And a big kiss to the little one, may she grow up healthy and mentally sound despite having a father like you.
And, rightly, let's start with the music.