Eneathedevil

Well, you're holding back on a fact, with all due respect, eheheh. Yes, in seeking answers in these cases, there's also the risk of indirectly giving too much satisfaction to someone who might have just "put together four bullshit" (cult quote), and with this, I refer, for example, to Lynch's latest, which for me is a self-referential and pretentious comic book, but whatever, here we're digressing... we'll catch up in the next topic (when we’ll be on topic, indeed), bye!

There's no way out, even in my dreams, because I could tell you that the repayment of the money is actually a duty on the part of little Gopnik to free himself from the threats of his dealer (so to get right with his payments for marijuana, which doesn’t seem to fit well in Jewish logic), and above all, I could tell you that the joints almost save Danny in reading the Torah, instilling in him a conscience he never had (he struggled to practice reciting it at home), so I don’t know if there’s really a point where Judaism receives a benevolent glance (and I repeat: the third rabbi, the alleged possessor of ultimate truth, recites the training of the JA, not a Jewish wisdom) and frankly, I remain quite doubtful on this point. But in the end, it's true what you say: good films leave you with multiple interpretations, so yes, praise to Lynch, the Coens, Polanski, and Cronenberg, even if with due caution. And come on, even to Haneke, even if he gets on my nerves. And yes, we seem a bit foolish trying to make sense of it all. And there was also the glazed eye of Lou Reed in "Satellite of Love."

Yes, but on these grounds we enter an even hotter melting pot, which also reminds me of what didn’t convince me much at the end of the film: in my opinion, there’s a fair bit of Amerikanism. Okay, I could also think that there’s an apocalyptic reading, that God exists and intervenes, and that it’s “a punchline to certain Jewish dogmas,” but at this point, I’ll ride the impression I had right at the end of the film, when I thought that, after all, there’s a charmingly American and chauvinistic reading of the Coens, according to which Judaism must go down the drain, and coincidentally, the driving force of the film and the reason for redemption (the third rabbi’s response at the end is the formation of the band) are the profane Jefferson Airplane, who, needless to say, are more American than fried chicken... At this point, yes, maybe God fits into the finale as well, almost a war machine in the hands of the Coens that makes it fun to play both nice and nasty. In short, more pieces of shit than they are, in my opinion. Pure Amerikanism: the Jefferson Airplane will save us (this aspect of the San Francisco band has been a bit overlooked between the review and the comments, but I believe it has its weight). Yes, yes, the idea excites me quite a bit.

Orcavacca, Azzo, you came here to play the smart-ass and you messed it up: okay maybe, not okey... well, rien ne va plus. Enough talk, for me the point, as Alessio says, is that the Coens are assholes, plain and simple. A dark and tragicomic film, where you laugh grimly at the most miserable misfortunes, so in the end you're left puzzled about the interpretations, since precisely because of their proverbial foolishness, in my opinion, the Coens bamboozle both the protagonists of their films and the viewers alike. I'll tell you, I’m not entirely convinced of your opinion on the ending, even though I like the tone of the closing line ("vetero-testamentary cruelty" too good), because I think the Coens do not have this kind of apocalyptic and moralistic claim (should we then believe that the corrupted are punished? I'm referring to the scene with the worried phone call from the doctor after Larry’s reconsideration about the grade for the Asian student)... not a cruel God, but rather fate, the incalculable, the ineffable that reveals itself at the least expected moment and essentially guides the entire succession of events in the film (otherwise, if it were God, in my opinion, we would have to posit the existence of a superior entity that plays tricks on us in life, taking away from those who, like Gopnik, behave virtuously). I believe God doesn’t exist, and if He does, He is a God crafted artfully by the industry insiders. A criticism of the two: they take a bit too much pleasure in their wickedness, sometimes it seems like they linger with a voyeuristic eye on their sadism. Good film, not exceptional.

Damn, you're back to being nasty and filthy. You dropped some interesting names, so I’ll say the usual accommodating gay line: “I’ll put it on the list” and whoever shows up, shows up.

I passed by here because I had nothing better to do, but what do I read...? Sigur, Arcade, and Mercury Rev (on the recommendation of Dopes). I've adored the first ones for ages, the second ones are, in my opinion, one of the most talented bands of recent years, and the third ones made one of the most phenomenal albums of the '90s (Yerself is Steam). If all of this is here, I get emotional. I listen and review, let's see if you got it right.

Yuck, you're an emo loser! ^_______^

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Dear JimMOZZICON, I am not an idiot, nor do I have the habit of offending like you do, dear jerk. I am a very polite person and I certainly won't stoop to your level, steaming poop dropped by an anteater. Take care :-)))))))))))

I disgust you! :-))))))