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All this stuff? It seemed to me like the story of an acid-tripping astronaut chasing a giant Ritter Sport. Then he grows old and dies. Oh, and his computer breaks down in the middle of the movie.
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"I normally oppose labeling music," but I am highly in favor. I actually like it. So I don't absolve. If they don't like labeling, then they shouldn't have put genres. Instead, they put the worst genre on the planet. It's like saying, "I don't like insulting at all, asshole!" Same mechanism.
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No, it’s not a matter of “think what you like.” Nikke Anderson is NOT a punker. Tell me what’s punk about him. << Punk in terms of the violent orientation given to music >> is a nonsensical phrase; if the orientation is “violent,” then it’s not punk but metal (and this isn’t even metal, nor that violent, actually). << referring largely to Hard Rock >> In “good measure”? This is pure Hard Rock, without any measures, good or bad; it’s a shameless 70s Hard Rock revival, in every way: attitude, style, techniques, sound, lyrical themes, clothing, live shows, videos... everything. << harsh and angry >> You have a very faint and sugary definition of Anger. Anderson is a flamboyant show-off, far from “anger.” He’s a guy looking for girls and beer, not for fights. Go back to the dictionary, Anger; you’ll find it after Rhubarb. Without thinking it as you like, this is too simple. Think it as you must.
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Ah, by the way, I obviously haven't read the review. I read the title, say "hooray!", then I read the genre: punk rock. And that's it, only punk rock. One star and five for the album, right away. They're just automatics.
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<<I’m punk when it comes to the violent orientation given to music, >> you’re the only human being on earth who, when you say "violent music," responds: punk!. Not that punk is hazelnut cream spread, but there are 8 million musical styles that are much more violent. Try listening to what the leader of the Cotteri was doing before he became master inferno-cottero: violent stuff, really violent. Punk has other peculiarities, and here there isn’t a goddamn thing of punk at all. There’s no punk attitude, no punk simplicity, no sparse punk sound, no chains and idiot hair, but rather flared pants and smooth hair in the wind. It’s not punk, no, not at all, not even close. This takes from the same stuff that punkers took from, only the punkers ruined that stuff and threw it in the shit, while Anderson did a revival. Here there’s no attempt at revolution, here there’s no anger, there’s just a desire to make a mess playing great '70s revival. No, not punk, no, not at all, not even close, no. I take this as an offense, since I have the original. I don’t buy punk records. No, not at all, it’s never happened and it never will.
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The scene with the pimp is absolutely delightful. But, above all, the protagonist dies: a masterpiece regardless. Long live dead protagonists, especially if they meet a gruesome end.
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I thought it would make me feel like crap, instead I watched it almost willingly.
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It reminds me of a lazy summer afternoon.
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A nightmare.
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Anxiety.