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But that uppercase... the netiquette... okay, I'll stop. But you wouldn't want me to get all excited about this gentleman when I have a backlog of 2010s vaporwave listens waiting. But other than that, a grand return, obviously!

The review is patchy in that it has interesting parts (the segment about the allowances of children from divorced parents is truly clever) and others that are overly didactic, but despite everything, and despite there being no reference to the Tyson affair which actually marked the reshuffling of the original names of the Shadaloo members (Bison was the original name of Balrog, but it was changed in the Western market because it was too similar to that of the American boxer, only to be assigned to the "red dictator" known as Vega in Japan), I can't help but give you five coins.
Regarding SF II, those who have never played it cannot say they truly experienced their childhood. It's an institution, no doubt about it. And the characterization of the characters was undoubtedly the winning card. I could share endless anecdotes, but just to contribute a little, I like to remember how, back in the day, with clearly no Internet and Wikipedia available, we could only guess the phrases uttered by the fighters when performing their moves. So Guile's Sonic Boom (also known as "half-moon") was the ANET-GU, Ken/Ryu's Tatsumaki was the ATTAKKABRUKEN, and Chun Li's spinning kick was clearly the INI-TAI-CHI. It was almost traumatic to discover years later what they really said, after having thought for years that the correct versions were those passed off as such by the typical 14-year-old older cousin who had already gotten lucky in a nightclub and had been to Amsterdam. Ah, wonderful memories.

Ah, it seemed strange to me that no one had ever reviewed it here, but you cleverly used the original title as a ploy, and in the end, you implied that the review was, against all expectations, a first work. What can I say about this Lynch? The best, if it weren't for the fact that Mulholland's "style," in my opinion, managed to further refine the mechanism, making it more preferable. But we're talking about negligible differences. And perhaps you know there wasn't much to say, but someone up here has been stingy with their generosity, so I’ll give you five rupees as compensation.

Ah, I almost forgot! Clearly, the gentleman in the photo in question is not Per-Olav Sørensen, but Chief @[G] returning from the broccoli festival in Torbole.

Interesting and necessary experiment. And I want to say one thing: that "Per-Olav Sørensen" written with all the letters in their place fully satisfies my graphophilia (even that pervert @[josi_] was a connoisseur of it), so much that I felt like watching the bot at work, you know, with the latest from Sigur Rós. In short, the content contribution is zero, but there is not a trace of spelling mistakes. Maybe by working a little more on the algorithm, it could achieve an MVP capable of simultaneously meeting the needs of individuals affected by similar mental deviations.

Never been biased against these Bedouins. The review is cozy.

The video is one of the greatest masterpieces in the history of Italian music. And in the mood for quotes, I’ll throw in that “schiavi della ghiandola mammaria,” which is inspiration, genius, and a display of culture all at once.

I stand with Joe in every respect. Both in terms of his judgment on the film and in how he expressed it through this review, which may seem rather obvious in certain parts, but by tapping (deliberately) into the paroxysm of an angry diatribe, it oozes even more expertise and fiery passion for cinema than some of his more "moderate" writings.

But then, is he not the singer?

But you know that in the end, although this film seeks more slick solutions than Tootsie, I find Williams's performance way more convincing? It might be the better makeup, it might be RW's natural predisposition for comedic roles, it might be Amendola's not-so-adaptable voice when it comes to feminine characters voicing Hoffman (ok, this has to do with dubbing, but who cares, I can't stand the pretentious and radical chic taste of watching films in their original language), but for me, Ms. Doubtfire wins hands down if we have to make a comparison that actually makes sense between two films that, in fact, share the same storyline. Plus, the cast shines thanks to the fabulous supporting characters (the makeup artist brother, the inspector), so despite some tear-jerking tricks, I always remember it as one of Williams's best. A slightly didactic but juicy review.