Bartleboom

DeRank : 35,89
DeAge™ : 7610 days • Here since 9 august 2005
Rage The Devil Strikes Again
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In my opinion, this review - albeit passionate - starts from a premise that may not be entirely wrong, but is a bit exaggerated. While it’s true that Rage has never filled and likely will never fill stadiums on their own, it is also true that they cannot exactly be considered "outsiders." Keep in mind that they have been around for over 30 years and have navigated through some very dark times for the genre they represent with relative ease. They often sell out their concerts, are systematically on worldwide tours with big names, and over the years, top-notch musicians like Mike Terrana have played with them. They consistently receive good reviews, are highly respected in the industry and by critics alike. Several of their albums (Trapped and End of All Days are the first that come to mind) are unanimously regarded as near-masterpieces of the power genre and have sold very well. Frankly, aside from the big names in the German scene (e.g., Blind Guardian, Gamma Ray, and Helloween), I don't know how many are doing better than the good old Peavy. Of course, their music is intended exclusively for those who appreciate power/thrash, but reading the first paragraphs of the review, it seems like the only ones who know them are me, you, and your pizza guy who makes a killer prosciutto and mushroom pizza! :))
Yoshiyuki Tomino Mobile Suit Gundam 0083: Stardust Memory
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The Gundam series is perhaps my biggest gap when it comes to animation. If I remember correctly, when I was just a kid (I think it was more than twenty years ago), I tried to watch something, but back then getting your hands on this stuff was a disaster: there was no internet, the nearest comic shop was two hours away from my house, and I couldn't afford those prices even now... Then there was all this crazy mess with the various series, different storylines, reboots, remakes, and restylings, and I gave up immediately because, to be honest, I didn't even understand where I should start. In more recent years, I think I tried again, but I seem to remember finding it really dated and gave up once more... Then, as far as I understand, there are the giant robots, but there’s no blood and no breasts. In short, I'm not entirely convinced that it could really interest me.
Mitsuru Adachi Rough
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As for his later works, the biggest disappointment was undoubtedly H2, which had a very interesting beginning with truly remarkable potential, but unfortunately lost itself over the course of a handful of issues, taking a boring, indecisive, and somewhat cloying parabola, and ended in a way that was bound to satisfy practically no one. For the first time with a work by Adachi, I found myself hoping that it had concluded at least a good ten issues early... On the other hand, I appreciated Cross Game immensely, which in some ways is a bit of a recycle of many situations already present in previous works, but it possesses a delicacy and sensitivity that are truly remarkable, along with a first volume that, in itself, perhaps represents the absolute pinnacle of the author.
Mitsuru Adachi Rough
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As far as I'm concerned, his masterpiece remains Touch: a story about the delicate process of grieving, but above all about personal growth and maturation, in a way that I honestly don't recall ever having read in a comic, whether Japanese or Western. Rough is, in some respects, even superior to the aforementioned masterpiece, but personally, I've always struggled with that somewhat open-ending, and in general, I've always found the incident involving Nakanishi (which leads to the separation of the two protagonists) to be an excessive and somewhat gratuitous contrivance, not to mention a bit telegraphed, moreover handled in a less than optimal way. (Nakanishi explicitly telling Ami, "You need to stay close to me as much as possible," is practically a repudiation of Adachi's "poetics of silence"). On the other hand, some subplots are managed perfectly (Ogata's story is a masterpiece within the masterpiece) and the fact that excessive dilly-dallying in the relationship between the two protagonists has been avoided (which, in my opinion, slightly penalizes Touch).
Mitsuru Adachi Rough
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Adachi is practically the only mangaka I still read, even after more than a decade (two decades?) since my Japanophile period. As far as I'm concerned, he is a true genius and poet: the stroke is elementary, the characters always very similar, yet a single line, a single frame is enough for him to hit the mark. His stories, upon closer inspection, are quite simple as well, yet he possesses a level of engagement that I have rarely encountered in many other authors. His secret lies in the universality of simplicity: linear stories and elementary drawings that manage to convey an entire cosmos of emotions, feelings, and sensations. And, above all, characters—even the secondary ones—that often unexpectedly reveal a depth and three-dimensionality rarely found in other authors.
Explosions in the Sky The Wilderness
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Never fully appreciated. I acknowledge that they have composed some truly effective tracks (e.g. The only moment we were alone) and at least one album that should be owned by anyone who appreciates this type of sound (the aforementioned The earth etc etc), but the genre's coverage is thin and mannerism is a problem they had to face far too early. What I have always held against them - which is also the reason why I have never truly appreciated them - is the fact that they focus everything on "notes" rather than on "sounds". The Mogwai, who may certainly not be to everyone’s taste, but one must recognize that they have a couple of extra gears compared to the plethora of clone bands they have spawned, understood many years ago that the "Full/empty" + "crescendo" + "clean/distorted" formula was a trick that too many already knew, and so they began to focus on sound research, electronics, and the listening experience. These, on the other hand, being more emotional, less talented, have remained stuck at piripiripiriBAAAAAMBAAAAAMpiripirip iririiBAAAAM, which personally has annoyed me for barely the last ten years. Good, as usual, the review.
Los Straitjackets Damas y Caballeros!
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I read this to you a few days ago, and I wanted to give it a 5 right away, but then life got in the way. I hardly remember anything that was written. I know that at one point I felt like listening to rockabilly, and with that we're somewhere between the Madonna's apparition to Brosio and the guy with the mustache and asthma who, in the '90s, sold the tampons with which you could even dye your grandma's hair. Absolutely brilliant.
Mike & The Melvins Three Men and a Baby
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5 to the nickname that really made me laugh and that I’ll definitely recycle at the first opportunity, 4 to the review because I like the style, but 3 always to the review because you threw in two grammatical blunders that my aesthetic-syntactic soul really can’t take. A bit like how my bladder can’t hold out more than an hour, maybe two, without the tank of a two-stroke scooter to unload in. I've kind of lost count, but I hold a nice memory of this page in my heart and vote accordingly.
Satyricon Dark Medieval Times
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I confess that the second paragraph took me back in time a bit... Over the course of 2-3 years, at least a dozen albums were released that would be considered absolute masterpieces of the genre. For someone like me, who has never fully appreciated this type of sound, it was quite a rough period: if you wanted to listen to extreme stuff, you had to dive into black metal; otherwise, it was either grunge or crossover (which would later degenerate into nu metal). The Satyricon’s work was one of the more "palatable" black metal albums I encountered; far removed from the blind fury of other founding fathers of the genre, it had that Viking/epic edge that brought it closer to my tastes.
Zack Snyder Batman v Superman: Dawn of Justice
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Premise/clarification: I watched it in BRrip, I believe in the version with 50 extra minutes (it lasted three hours or so). And I really struggle to remember a film that bored me this much... Guys, it must have been better in theaters, but on the couch at home it just makes you wish you could plant a batboomerang on the tip of your dick to stay awake. We're truly in the realm of the worst-written movie I've ever seen, like in the scene from "Boris - Il film," where the three screenwriters have the film written by the Filipino while they play tennis. In some strange, paradoxical way, it manages to be both frantic and boring: the editing is frenetic, but nothing happens and everyone is making very contrite faces, and you feel a bit guilty because, after all, you haven’t had a bad day and you think you just wanted to watch a movie with some fights, and instead you're a terrible person and should also have a contrite face. Gal Gadot is super hot but handled terribly: she's forcefully inserted into a story that isn't hers, when it's clear that the audience just wants to force something of hers into her. Basically, she's a secondary Bond Girl, who gets stamped in the first 20 minutes and then thrown into oblivion, except she comes back quite scantily clad and well, she's earned herself another couple of films. Caviel, well, has the perfect face to play the most boring superhero in the history of the world, and I don't really see that as a compliment. I'd even take Amy Adams out in an outlet on a Saturday afternoon, and she's a good actress, and that's precisely why in every shot she has "I must fire my agent for putting me in this crap..." written on her forehead. I really like Eisenberg, but maybe he tried a bit too hard. And finally, there's Affleck, who, in my opinion, delivers a very convincing Miller-esque Batman that's beyond all expectations: extremely sad, dark, and squat, big and stocky, totally angular. Too bad he's given a ridiculous turnaround, which is a surrender of any decency and modesty in terms of screenplay. It's genuinely something you can't believe while watching it. And the worst part is that from that moment on, he becomes super cutesy and it’s all “I’m your son’s friend” (even though the line that follows is wonderful! :D), I can’t leave my friend, oh how I miss that guy I wanted to massacre two scenes ago... Whoever wrote this mess needs to find a job where they won't harm people.