Mike76

A somewhat pompous yet intriguing album, worthy of more listens. It's a shame about the unbearable "Atlas" (a tarantella sung by the Chipmunks or, if you prefer, Smurfs singing over the "Gioca Jouer" beat) and "Leyendecker," which (intentionally?) evokes, in a more or less grotesque way, some crappy pop stars like Justin Timberlake. The rest of the tracks, on the other hand, are listenable, if not with pleasure, at least with interest, despite some excessive redundancy. I expected worse.

@cooloras: the seventh episode?!!!! Well, I’m no longer surprised by anything, even "Il Ragazzo dal Kimono d'Oro" made it to 6.... good for them if they can still make a living publishing these pieces of junk, it’s still better than dealing drugs, weapons, or human organs.

The festival of Hollywood stereotypes: eight-year-old daughters who serenely tell you at night that there's a man in their room, kidnappers unable to tie up and gag their victims, anyone holding a dangerous crazy criminal at gunpoint MUST always get within thirty centimeters to get screwed, if you need to amputate a foot, start from the middle of the tibia instead of the ankle, etc. etc. A sad blend of The Cube and The Bone Collector, convoluted without being engaging. If this was the best episode, God save me from the other two.

"Correct" and elegant songwriting, clean and polished sound, great professionals—what more could you want? Perhaps a few more "brilliant" moments or offbeat episodes, which I personally enjoy, although there are a couple: there's "Cherry Chapstick," which is nice but feels like hearing a more pop-oriented Sonic Youth, and then there's the over-the-top "Night Falls on Hoboken," which, despite its elephantine quality, doesn't bore (a miracle). Overall, there isn’t a single track on the album that can be called bad; there may not be genius, but there's great taste and craftsmanship for a more than pleasant (pop?) album.

Surely a torturer of the senses, even if she promises to be able to delight the remaining four senses.

I have read "Fontamara" by Silone, a book that, with its brilliant and entertaining writing, tackles the dramatic theme of the exploitation and repression of the poor and ignorant people. I really like his style.

Ari Up has passed away (1962-2010). R.I.P.

I finally found it. The American answer to English synthpop seems to be—because yes, there are all those synthetic sounds that were big in the UK back then, but with Tex-Mex, country musical references... in short, 100% American! I usually viscerally hate anything that reeks of American countryside, but here the crossover between the new and the traditional is more intriguing than ever. Great album.

I've never listened to the album and I don't think I ever will given the negative publicity. However, I really like Lydon as a character; he has always poked fun at everyone: fans, detractors, maybe even himself, and that's why I like him. Oh, you write like a god.

Who knows why extraordinary artists must lead extraordinary lives; they are also human, not flawless superheroes without fear (I am debating some previous comments that wanted to see a mythologization). Getting into Ian Curtis’s head is impossible for anyone, including the director, who wisely limited himself to historical fidelity by drawing from his wife's book, thankfully avoiding personal hypotheses or mental wankery. From this historical truth, everyone can form their own ideas about the reasons that drove Ian Curtis to his extreme act (the illness, the medication, the uncertain love life, the idea of being hated by everyone, etc.), but it was unreasonable to expect answers from this film. It's a good job nonetheless, especially since I usually find biographical films boring; this one, however, is smooth and well-made.