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However, I didn't understand if you're talking about anger or violence. For me, they are two distinctly different things.

Iron Maiden? Look, you read about Iron Maiden on another site. I figured you didn't know them, which is why the Germs seem so "violent" to you. For me, the term "violent" must be accompanied by a powerful and massive sound, and the Germs, recording with the canta-tu, could not and did not want to achieve something like that. Maybe angry, pissed off, but not violent. Violence harms the ear; you can't keep the volumes too high. Punk is a lot of anger, but it doesn't make tables, walls, or windows vibrate, even at very high volumes. Eyehategod is used to demolish dilapidated houses and bridges under renovation, approved by the Italian association of building engineers.

I rarely remember bits; after a week of not listening to a certain album, the titles fade from my memory (is that how you say it?).

The sludge of Eyehategod or Iron Monkey, the similar-thrash tunes of PanterA, the powerful suites of Meshuggah, the technified ebm of Alec Empire, the Rap of Dalek, the Death of Death, the Brutal of Cannibal Corpse, Vigogna's pants. Beautiful as the sun, I break the minute... and am I not going to mess up the day?

<< "Mohammed Ali (also known as Cassius Clay)" is not entirely wrong >> Cassius is what his father named him. Clay was his father's surname. It's not at all certain that it was the owner of some distant ancestor who gave him the surname "Clay" (to a DISTANT ANCESTOR). Maybe Clay was decided by the free son of the always-distant ancestor of the distant slave ancestor. Anyway, the name is Cassius Clay, also known as Mohammed Ali, boxing legend retired due to a "legal misunderstanding," because politics has nothing to do with boxing, so all retirements that aren't for sports reasons or injuries are legal misunderstandings. << Ali, kill him (not Ali, win for us, go Ali, you're the best, you're a legend), doesn’t that seem like enough hate? >> Who cares if the public hated him; the public has nothing to do with boxing, no connection whatsoever. If we can talk about "hate," always in quotation marks since it’s boxing and not Mortal Kombat, then we talk about Clay-Frazier, definitely not Clay-Foreman. There were people in France-Italy who wanted Zidane dead, but that doesn’t mean Del Piero isn’t his friend. << Ali represented the African nation and Foreman the United States. >> A couple of bullshits. Clay was born in KENTUCKY, and if he hadn't been born in KENTUCKY, he would have been just any African. He wouldn't have had gyms to train in, he wouldn't have had coaches, he wouldn't have had anything, he wouldn't have been a boxer. Clay is an AMERICAN BOXER. Then, whether he is African inside, it has nothing to do with boxing. He could have changed houses, names, and sexual preferences, but as a boxer, he remained of American school. Just as Zidane is Algerian by birth but is of French football schooling. << the cases of films that recount the deeds of someone without falling into hagiography can be counted on the fingers of one hand. >> So what? Just because this one is less worse than others, doesn’t mean it isn’t crap. There are certainly some that are worse, but the fact remains that this one is medium crap, or plain-crap-without-more.

What was the name of "that bald guy"? And Bronson, why hasn't he made "the vigilante of home serene" yet? It's been a while since I've seen a Bronson film, but is he still alive?

I like Peckinpah SO MUCH... that I've avoided watching his Western films. As if I were afraid of breaking something. The Western is also my father's favorite genre (he has my full support, your recently stated physical law), preferential peaks that rise exponentially with the presence of "that bald guy" or Charles Bronson.

For example, yesterday I saw 300 (pirated). Hypergay that too.

Of course, it would be fantastic to see John Wayne at 90 and John Ford screwing him while waving a lasso and shouting "ihhh--hààà!". What a shame, pearls of cinema lost in the sea of "if it had been made, you know how great it would have been..."

It's not an offense "gay genre," it's just what it seems to me. Tough men, brave, valiant, dirty, sweaty, and all of a piece. All that's missing is for them to slap each other on the ass, to be perfect plots for gay porn movies. Don't you think?