Bartleboom

DeRank : 35,89
DeAge™ : 7611 days • Here since 9 august 2005
Rob Reiner Misery
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And if a teenage says it, you can believe it, right!
Explosions In The Sky Take Care, Take Care, Take Care
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I have noticed that among the main indices of (dis)human imbecility, there is talking about oneself in the third person. Among the most well-known representatives of the "I is a learned person" school, we remember: the divine Otelma (who, however, mostly spoke in the plural), the super-muscled guy from Grande Fratello 2, the current Juventus coach Antonio Conte ("Mister, how will the team line up?" "I think Antonio Conte will use the 4 - 2 - 4") and, indeed, Dragosaurus. Then there are those who create fakes and make them fight among themselves, but we are talking about the King, and the King cannot be defeated...
Explosions In The Sky Take Care, Take Care, Take Care
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In my opinion, if you want to listen to real music, you should head to the Circolo Cooperativo in Bolladello di Cairate around 10:30-11:00 in the morning. By that time, the patrons' blood alcohol content is equivalent to that of a nuclear submarine reactor, and usually, some tunes start to flow directed at the young and inexperienced 64-year-old waitress (who, as far as I'm concerned, is still quite attractive) that would make a Nazi official blush...
Explosions In The Sky Take Care, Take Care, Take Care
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"They are trying to propose something experimental?!?!? But this stuff has been around for at least 10 years (not to mention 20...)?! Look, these people are criticized by pretty much everyone for being mannered, for being mere recyclers of the usual post style clichés invented by others and overused by I don't even know how many groups."
Explosions In The Sky Take Care, Take Care, Take Care
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I can only give these a maximum of a couple of listens: always so much, too much craftsmanship... the only one who occasionally manages to surprise me is the drummer, who really makes me want to look at the sky and hope it explodes during certain passages. Next Friday at Magnolia, there are the Mogwai who, just to clarify, back in April, despite a criminal setlist, opened up my ass and parked me inside a Cadillac. Just so you know...
Shabazz Palaces Black Up
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Crazy... in the first 4 lines, there are at least 16 names I've never heard before and at least 8 names I wouldn't even know how to pronounce. Nice page, but for the album, I think it fits Jurixxxxxx's words: not my cup of beans with cracklings. You're good.
Brainiac Bonsai Superstar
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The Reverend has an eye for detail: mucho tasty page! Maybe some sentences are a bit convoluted, but they still leave a great taste in your mouth and give a good idea of the album. And then if you know a band that sfascia likes, you're already blessed by the Lord! I bet you know a ton. Send them over!
Monolithic Black Science
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No way it’s a miss, let’s not kid around. The review is great: it has style, rhythm, and, holy moly, it avoids the “let’s do the assignment nicely” mode that has been a pain in the neck for years. Really, let’s not joke about it.
Rob Reiner Misery
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What scared me much more was Kathy Bates getting flattened by that damn Nicholas Cage in The Wicker Man (https://www.debaser.it/main/Video.aspx?y=YQ3b37X8w0o). But even more, I was frightened by that damn Nicholas Cage beating up a poor innocent dressed as a Marsican bear (https://www.debaser.it/main/Video.aspx?y=KOpsbAUEe90) in the same piece of crap movie....
Clint Eastwood Invictus
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Seen today. Personally, I consider it one of the weakest from Clintuccio in recent times. It's not just a matter of rhetoric (which, as noted, was really hard to avoid), but rather about the storytelling, about "too much stuff in the pot." Aside from the character of Mandela (who, nonetheless, struck me as overly showy, too much like a "good old grandpa a bit daft, but enlightened"), all the other characters remain too much in the background. Matt Damon is barely sketched out and, in fact, some of the worst lines in the film are reserved for him ("what's the fittest team on the field?!" terrible...). Even the difficult relationship between Mandela and his family is just briefly mentioned and seems almost thrown in there to add a bit of syrup, which doesn’t do any harm. There isn’t enough focus on the reasons why people start to support the team. Additionally, there are at least a couple of ideas/interludes worthy of the worst Spielberg (e.g., the ticket for the waitress + the kid celebrating with the taxi drivers). Not a bad film, but Clintuccio has accustomed us to much more.