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Maybe Goodfellas is better, but Goodfellas tells the story of a roundly stupid guy, while Rosenthal is a man to be respected now and forever, aside from his unhealthy taste for whores. Honestly, neither in one film nor the other do I notice much of Scorsese; if they weren't two true stories, they would be two shitty movies like many others.

...e se si muovono? Uccideteli.

The best of the three, even though it's a nice competition. But the Indian is just too much.

It seems like you took two hundred random sentences about Tekken and lined them up with the Winamp shuffle.

The best Italian director, and the best actor on the planet.

Bartle is right. He's really inflated everyone's nerves with this cinema within cinema nonsense. The other day, my director friends showed me a clip from a movie with Matthau where the bombers were called Mr. Orange, Mr. Pink, and so on. I thought at least Reservoir Dogs was out of the running, but nope. The only decent film of 2009 is Gran Torino.

Lately - unfortunately - it doesn't just limit itself to presenting facts but is starting to include his own reasoning as well, weaving it into the facts. It’s not illegal, but if he does it, I’m sorry. He could write a whole book full of his thoughts, that's fine, but inserting conjectures among the verified facts makes them seem like verified facts, and that's not nice. For me, the best in the field of Travaglio is Peter Gomez (his "associate" for many projects over the years). Travaglio remains a very useful figure because even by mixing things up a little and making chuckles on TV, good informational results are achieved, given that not everyone in Italy takes the trouble to read. Of course, the results are sometimes negative as well (creating a chunk of idiots who consider Italy the ass of the world), but nothing is perfect.

<< The parts with the piano in "Drukqs" totally freak me out, >> I dare to say that the sound of the piano really annoys me, super annoying for me :)

Oh, you posted the link, so you really meant the very last one with not digestible? But it's normal, who can digest an hour of just bass on the stereo (besides a bassist)? I downloaded the live set from the mule, I enjoyed watching it... but damn, listening to the record is a whole different thing :)

<< I still haven't processed the last one well >> The last one is the bass solo meatloaf, which, if you haven’t seen it live, gives you huge balls :D Just A Souvenir disappointed me a bit too, certainly better than what he was offering up to 2004, but Ultravisitor and especially Hello Everything are clearly superior; I think he has run out of cartridges for certain things. If he were to reconsider some aspects from the early days, with his current taste, he would produce excellent stuff. Even the very early beginnings, like the album under the name Alroy Road Tracks, he could do something like that a thousand times better now. << For me, Tommasino owes a lot to the master >> Many owe a lot to the master (certainly Tommaso more than others, even in monetary terms), but I can't bring myself to like things that aren't in my wheelhouse, despite the fact that the person (and the character) deserve 10 out of 10. I'm one of those who bought Drukqs, listened to it, said "wow, what a crazy Riccardo," and put it away forever. I remember some nice pieces, but they're too interspersed with exasperating personal rants, and if they are a product of the title, I never put on Aphex Twin, so I can't reach where he wants to take me, so it’s better to leave it where it is. I would buy it again if I went back to 2000 (or was it 2001?), because someone who, at thirty, has a record label that’s ten years old and has churned out a hundred things while inventing a genre all his own deserves to have the birthday album purchased. If we're talking about I Care Because and the album by Riccardo D, then there are indeed quite a few listens there. However, certain things like Polygon Window or AFX just aren't for me, while still emphasizing infinitely that we’re talking about the Master.