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"The film and the necessity of the film are explained by the subject." Yes, but it has been developed in a way that I still haven't found the meaning of. It talks about everything except football, and when it does talk about football, it also has the characters spouting nonsense without censoring it (because - SPEAKING OF FOOTBALL - that six to zero from a southern team against Avvocato Agnelli should be censored with all possible force). If it had talked about tricks and filled it with old actions with well-restored images using modern techniques like ball trajectory and other stuff, sure, I would have watched it with great pleasure, no doubt about it. But hearing him talk about his own stuff that we don't give a damn about and boasting about overcoming cocaine as if he were a hero, when everyone knows he did it because he was running out of money, seems ridiculous to me. But I repeat, nobody touch the football player of the remote-controlled ball. The football player, though.

Or let's play the opposite game: without ever talking about football, give me a reason to consider Trappattoni smart. Let's see what you come up with.

I am well aware of the differences between Imbecile, Ignorant, Intelligent, and Cultured. This doesn’t change my rough judgment: I pointed out that I, obviously, do not know Maradona but based my opinion on the film. Rather, it’s you who reads Carota and claims someone writes Melanzana, since I never said that I thought he was an imbecile or ignorant because “he hasn’t studied and expresses himself poorly in Italian.” Moreover, I watched it in the original language, and he doesn’t express himself at all in Italian (obviously). If for you someone who fills a square with people almost solely there for him, and when it’s time to speak says “Fuera Bush!” and then leaves Chavez to improvise some Alèè Ooohh because he doesn’t know what to say with half an hour left in Maradona's speech, is an intelligent person deserving of a two-hour film, then clearly you settle for little. The point is not “Maradona must die,” but rather: “was a film filled with nonsense or blatantly obvious phrases said by Maradona really necessary?” For me, no. I’m eagerly waiting for “Materazzi by Muccino,” or other magnificent things like that. “Sorry but I call you Ringhio,” coming soon to a theater near you.

"The comparison to Ozzy Osbourne seems to me like one of the big bullshit statements you read every day on this site." Two great individuals in their field at their time, but they can't string two words together nowadays. For me, Maradona came across as an ignorant fool; it's not like I know him, I judged from the film and the fact that he also spouts nonsense about his exploits (which he wouldn't need to). "Maradona is still present in the football scene as the coach of the national team..." So what? Trapattoni has always coached as well; that doesn't make him an intelligent man, nor does it justify two hours of film. "Come on, he could have made it 6-0," Sure, why not. In fact, he never managed it; if I'm not mistaken, in the last 30 years, only the Milan of the three consecutive championships managed to score 6 against them, but I think it was at San Siro, and I don't remember the year. I only recall a beautiful photo of Rossi (that year he broke the record for unbeaten matches, I think) on the front page of GDS, playing with the pigeons in his area. After that, I had neither the time nor the willingness to follow football anymore, but I remember the period from Maradona until Ronaldo's arrival (not including him) quite well. Napoli always played tough against Juve until the end because Juve was never a small team except in these last few years. Never. They have the world record for players who have worn the national jersey, they've had 4 of the top 5 scorers in Serie A on their roster, and they've always been known to me with two stars. Even in a golden period, Napoli couldn't make them (6 goals), and indeed they never did. And Maradona is a washed-up fool.

<< it would be enough the brilliant goal against Red Star (I'm not sure) >> For me, the most incredible (even more than the 86 World Cup) is the free kick inside the area against Juventus, the famous remote-controlled ball. Tacconi, in my opinion, still can't sleep at night.

To me, he seemed like a dumb fool. It’s also normal for him to be in such a state; after all, Ozzy Osbourne is in even worse shape. Anyway, beyond everything, he’s a fraud. They’ve never ever ever ever ever ever ever scored six goals against Juve; the historical maximum is five, but three (I checked after watching the film, because it seemed impossible to me). The way he talks, it sounds like he’s referring to a 6-0, but even if we’re talking about the most talented player of all time, he would have needed to kick even more bamba to score six against that Juve. Half an idiot, Kusturica too, for not censoring that historical bullshit. Just a confirmation that he’s a poor ex-drug addict fool.

I find it too funny that they are triplets; the first times I saw them I thought it was a one-man band and that the guy was just messing with us by editing the photos. Seeing them live must be so pissi-pissi, even if they don't play.

Proggino not even in your dreams, and since I was a child myself, I've heard tons of punk. The one who's 40 and has spent all those years listening to the same thing is you, not me. And you know it very well, given that we've spent entire days discussing both valid bands (valid even for me) and shitty bands (for me, and I remember also for you). If you're spaced out and can't remember anything, fine, but I have an excellent memory. Stoney, the review is a joke that you can't understand now because you can't find the homepage where it was included.

In my opinion, it’s complete crap. You can tell he’s talking about things he knows nothing about, including the town. I read it as soon as it came out and it disgusted me; reading it now with more books under my belt, I think it would disgust me even more. And then Brizzi, he really seems like a complete idiot: the Moccia of the young rebels from the parlor.

"Those ravers who listened to them, you didn't know." As can be inferred from the comments, it's clear that everyone has their own interpretation of "rave." I was referring to the Hardcore ones, and I knew people (ten years ago) who had been organizing them for over ten years (so twenty years ago) and they always talked about and listened to stuff much more intense than this. If the discussion is expanded to parties with 20,000 people, then it’s obvious there was lighter stuff, but those were called FREE PARTIES, not Raves, at least in London (I don’t know about Goa or Chicago, I’ve never met anyone from those scenes, apart from offering a joint to Frankie Knuckles two or three summers ago, but I didn’t ask him to tell me the history of Raves).