Mike76

Great film, very moving. The only flaws are perhaps an excessive length and a style that is a bit too linear (especially for Lynch). Rating 4.5 rounded up.

Then, to get into the discussion of "They are not Snuff but they resemble them a lot" and "film within a film," I would like to mention the women who were raped and tortured by soldiers in "Emanuelle in America" by Joe D'Amato, or the chilling footage of the massacre of a family carried out by the serial killer Henry and his accomplice Ottis in "Henry: Portrait of a Serial Killer." The latter is truly shocking (at least for my sensibility) even though no drop of blood is seen.

A B-Movie of the first class. A condemnation and at the same time an exaltation of the "voyeurism of death" that exists in the viewer. The only poorly shot scene is that of the "innocent Yanomamo mothers and children burning in a hut," the rest is of chilling realism. P.S.: I also found "Blair Witch Project" a great horror film.

Well, for me it's nothing more or less than a decent family product, although indeed excessively long. If it had been "condensed" into two episodes, it would have been better. Peter Jackson, however, is from New Zealand, not Australia, and he has signed cult classics like "Splatter" and "Brain Dead."

Tremendous, one of those classic pseudo-artistic festival movies. A colossal bore.

How strange, just yesterday I was in a store, I picked up this record and... I left it where it was because I took something else! Anyway, it's true, Antonella Ruggiero is the Italian Elizabeth Fraser and for the songs I know ("Vacanze Romane", "Elettrochoc"), the arrangements are infinitely more refined and fresh compared to the average Italian pop, which usually uses only anonymous accompaniments totally subordinate to the vocals. One of the few examples of Italian pop that is in step with the times and blessed by success. Maybe one day I'll get around to buying them, who knows.
To PaolinoPaperino: Faust'o was great but he did something else; his was not chart-topping pop.

"Sodomy yes (if only implicitly), dick no. If there's a taboo in popular cinema even today, aside from a few rare exceptions (and aside from porn, of course), it is precisely the much-declaimed penis. It's always there but never seen."
Name: kosmogabri | Date: 28/2/2007 | Rating: — | Album Rating: 4
So Kosmogabri, watch "Novecento", you will find what you're looking for: the hairy big cocks of Depardieu and De Niro (even if not erect).

Shocking, there's no doubt about it. The first time I saw it alone, it stayed with me for a week. The second time I suggested it at a film club among friends, where each of us took turns bringing a movie that the others had never seen, and I (a bit sadistically) chose "Salò." The viewing turned out to be tough for everyone, with expressions of disgust and revulsion alternating with absolute silence; some couldn't handle certain scenes and got up to go to the bathroom. I received criticism for my choice, and in the heat of the moment, the film was panned (we had created a competition and at the end of the viewing we deposited our votes in a ballot box), ending up second to last, even behind nonsense films like "Santa Maradona," "Anything Can Happen," or "Girl with a Pearl Earring." The main criticism that was adopted was "it's too surreal, it's not realistic." Instead, for me, it is even too much. I leave the interpretations of the symbolism to those who know more than I do; for me, this film can also be read on a more "epidermic" level: the representation of human cruelty and perversion when there are no constraints or obstacles to them. We have plenty of concrete and real examples, when people can do whatever they want to others, the brutality is almost obvious; I think of Nazi death camps, more recent ones in the former Yugoslavia, gulags, or Cambodian killing fields, Abu Ghraib prison, the Monster of Marcinelle, etc., etc. More than the violence of power over the proletariat, I see a more apolitical yet universal violence of man against man. Nonetheless, it is certainly one of the best films I have ever seen.

"Marines are not cynical pieces of shit." Maybe at first they aren't, but then they inevitably become so. It's war, and Kubrick explains this perfectly. In my opinion, it's not the best war movie, but it's the one that best sheds light on the training and brainwashing of marine recruits, that is, normal kids. The part in Vietnam is more subdued in my view.

The Great Feast! I miss it and I'm ashamed of it.