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A Clockwork Orange, that is a tragedy. The tragedy of young people born and raised in this violent era who passively absorb such violence and actively unleash it because they are prisoners of it; they were born into it and it becomes automatic to be part of it. But the system, instead of recognizing its own mistakes, condemns them and puts them in jail. Shall we talk about the ex-hippy drugged parents who raised Alex without giving her any education?... they are the guilty ones, Alex is the victim. Barry Lyndon is just a materialistic jerk, and Kubrick treats him as such.

We're talking about Kubrick, Stanley Kubrick. If you know Kubrick, you understand this film and root against Lindon; if you don't know Kubrick, you write shitty reviews like this one.

So what you say about Candy Candy is right, but Candy Candy, being a tragedy, has nothing to do with this film, and since this review really resembles Candy Candy, it sucks all the way through.

Here’s Aeneas, I think you only grasped the superficial aspect of this film without understanding its essence, like (bleah) some kind of reviewer from the Corriere dei Teneroni. It’s not a tragedy; it’s a condemnation of the filth that humanity produces. Barry Lyndon is a piece of shit, not a hero, so it’s good that he suffers; it’s not a tragedy. Kubrick takes pleasure in inflicting pain on him, and enjoys watching him be reduced to shit, because he’s a human being, and therefore, he stinks and deserves to suffer. It’s as if he wants to say, “dear little shits, look at this Barry, he’s born in the shit and then struggles to escape it, but being shit, he inevitably falls back in.” I see no tragedy in this film; I was rooting for the son in the shootout, and Barry deserved the bullet in the nuts, not in the leg.

And it's just as obvious that you think it sucks, since you're into New Order. My friend is into Twin, and he thinks New Order are crap. It all adds up, don't you think?

But you can be as sad as you want, the fact remains that I described the performance at the traffic festival without any comments or adjectives, then I put a period --> . <-- Here, after the period I said that in my opinion Aphex Twin is a genius. Then I mentioned what I was told about the New Order concert, a normal reaction if you have them play at a festival where they fit very little, there were Aphex & Trobbling, you know. Those lines don’t drip with anything; Aphex Twin is a genius for the records he makes, if I had thought he was a genius for those images I would have gone to see him live and I would have added "too bad I wasn't there," don’t you think? I didn’t say "ah" or "bah," and I called him a genius in another discourse, or should I space out the posts because the period isn’t enough? Of course, you didn’t look good saying the great bullshit that you’ve been following him since the beginning; anyone who follows him knows perfectly well that he gets high on violence and pretty heavily at that. His first single is called "Come To Daddy," not "Peace & Flowers," right? But this doesn’t mean I don’t like that kind of Show; in the end, it fits well with that music, visual violence paired with sound violence. I don’t enjoy live shows and I never go, I dismiss them a priori, but if I do attend a live show I "demand" a spectacle, and seeing people play (unless they’re doing particularly complicated instrumental parts) isn’t a show I enjoy; I prefer images or similar things, and if they blend well with the sound then it’s a beautiful spectacle. And Richard D.James is the top seed of extreme electronic music worldwide, and he is a genius, on CD without videos.

It’s not a sophisticated sweetness, it’s sweetness that doesn’t amount to a damn thing. It’s a sad, intimate film that resignedly analyzes the ups and downs of life; it’s a film that visualizes the human race as a virus trying to live in the best way possible by exploiting what surrounds it. It’s a very, very, very nasty film mentally. And instead, it seems like the story of Candy Candy, and moreover, it seems like a review of an album rather than a film, it sucks all the way through.

The trophy goes to Raf who has intelligent resistance timing, controlled precision, and is very wise. Massimo merely displays bland passivity decorated with nonsense like "rock is dead." Raf wins 8 to 0.

Here's why you get angry; it's a mess to read behind the screen and it's normal for your nerves to get frayed. Try being there in person, you'll see what a boost of life it is.

Unfortunately, I work and do things with a lot of downtime, thank God not for much longer.