Sanjuro

As Big El-P, how much shit he writes, cazz: el-pirla

De Gustibus, I don’t find in Kubrick that authentic madness, nor do I find a mathematical and programmed style, undeniably impeccable but still premeditated. The difference is like that between a mentally deranged person committing a massacre and a dictator planning extermination camps; I go wild for the former, for Klaus Kinski. Of course, Kubrick is a good director, that’s not up for debate. But his real merits don’t lead to multiple orgasms in my opinion. A separate discussion for Zemeckis and Spielberg, truly two unprecedented clever nobodies...

Kubrick is the most overrated director in cinema; many are better than him: Herzog, Fassbinder, Fellini, Visconti, Tarkovsky, Jodorowsky, Miike, Tsukamoto, Bunuel, Godard, etc., etc. Unfortunately, he enjoys a nefarious reputation for actual artistic merit when compared to the names mentioned just before. A good director, not a great one.

AZZO WRITES "The Negramaro are, as the late Sanjuro would say, throwing javelins" ... Thank you Azzo :) But Sanjuro is Back!!!!

The Living Legend is Back

The Living Legend is Back

Shit Shit Shit. Marlene Kuntz = Zanichelli + Sonic Youth. Really pathetic, just for noise newbies, but listen to real albums and not these 4 clowns.

SANJURO LEAVES DEBASER. Dear friends (few) and de-stronzi (the others, 99 out of 100), I am abandoning the site never to set foot here again. I promise solemnly that I won’t post anything more; after almost two years of stunning contributions (my gold-quality reviews), I am leaving this site of zombies. When there is no more room on earth, the dead will start to write steaming shit on Debaser. Anyway, the living legend Sanjuro leaves you to your descriptions of human nullity, to the disgusting home pages of yet another Pink Floyd album, as well as to the most outrageous editorials ever produced by human abortions. (The average Debaser editorial was so full of javelins that during the Olympics there was a hunger strike from the athletes due to the lack of poles). Goodbye Debaser, no more Pretazzo who has a fit at the drop of a hat (naughty Scaruffi), Punisher who wears you down with his stench, and Poletti always limp in bed. Goodbye to Bionic Metallaro who redeems hardened Porn stars with his photos and directs them towards monastic careers, goodbye to the rebel Mary G from Bagaglino and to all the languages she surrounds herself with every time she drops a review just because she has something that starts with an F and ends with IGA. Goodbye to the post-77 guru Dave Jon Gilmour. Goodbye to Zion who distributes the beats and prefers Fabri Fibra to the Residents, you brainless Neapolitan scum, Naples I hate you, Vesuvius burn them all. Goodbye to the nullity Guglielmo Epifani who launches his sermons on screwing every entity on the site, probably to convince his hand to stop choking the little veined micro thing he has between his legs. Goodbye to the most repugnant "man" of the animal kingdom, namely Cazz, by the way... yesterday I saw Caz's girl, it was deep night and I was at his house, we had a few drinks and got loose... oh, nothing to say, even though she was lying on the floor with me on top and her cheeks all red and her mouth trembling... well, she was just fucking faithful, every second she kept saying "Yesss please give me Cazz, I want Cazz, only he satisfies me, I desperately need Cazz" the thought always went back to you, my dear human abortion Caz. I will privately contact some worthy characters within the site to continue the conversation (Festwca for example) outside. Goodbye you invertebrate little beings, scribes of the digital age, clumsy censors of the ineffable, shits. Goodbye.

SANJURO LEAVES DEBASER. Dear friends (few) and de-stronzi (the others, 99 out of 100), I am abandoning the site never to set foot here again. I promise solemnly that I won’t post anything more; after almost two years of stunning contributions (my gold-quality reviews), I am leaving this site of zombies. When there is no more room on earth, the dead will start to write steaming shit on Debaser. Anyway, the living legend Sanjuro leaves you to your descriptions of human nullity, to the disgusting home pages of yet another Pink Floyd album, as well as to the most outrageous editorials ever produced by human abortions. (The average Debaser editorial was so full of javelins that during the Olympics there was a hunger strike from the athletes due to the lack of poles). Goodbye Debaser, no more Pretazzo who has a fit at the drop of a hat (naughty Scaruffi), Punisher who wears you down with his stench, and Poletti always limp in bed. Goodbye to Bionic Metallaro who redeems hardened Porn stars with his photos and directs them towards monastic careers, goodbye to the rebel Mary G from Bagaglino and to all the languages she surrounds herself with every time she drops a review just because she has something that starts with an F and ends with IGA. Goodbye to the post-77 guru Dave Jon Gilmour. Goodbye to Zion who distributes the beats and prefers Fabri Fibra to the Residents, you brainless Neapolitan scum, Naples I hate you, Vesuvius burn them all. Goodbye to the nullity Guglielmo Epifani who launches his sermons on screwing every entity on the site, probably to convince his hand to stop choking the little veined micro thing he has between his legs. Goodbye to the most repugnant "man" of the animal kingdom, namely Cazz, by the way... yesterday I saw Caz's girl, it was deep night and I was at his house, we had a few drinks and got loose... oh, nothing to say, even though she was lying on the floor with me on top and her cheeks all red and her mouth trembling... well, she was just fucking faithful, every second she kept saying "Yesss please give me Cazz, I want Cazz, only he satisfies me, I desperately need Cazz" the thought always went back to you, my dear human abortion Caz. I will privately contact some worthy characters within the site to continue the conversation (Festwca for example) outside. Goodbye you invertebrate little beings, scribes of the digital age, clumsy censors of the ineffable, shits. Goodbye.

SANJURO LEAVES DEBASER. Dear friends (few) and de-stronzi (the others, 99 out of 100), I am abandoning the site never to set foot here again. I promise solemnly that I won’t post anything more; after almost two years of stunning contributions (my gold-quality reviews), I am leaving this site of zombies. When there is no more room on earth, the dead will start to write steaming shit on Debaser. Anyway, the living legend Sanjuro leaves you to your descriptions of human nullity, to the disgusting home pages of yet another Pink Floyd album, as well as to the most outrageous editorials ever produced by human abortions. (The average Debaser editorial was so full of javelins that during the Olympics there was a hunger strike from the athletes due to the lack of poles). Goodbye Debaser, no more Pretazzo who has a fit at the drop of a hat (naughty Scaruffi), Punisher who wears you down with his stench, and Poletti always limp in bed. Goodbye to Bionic Metallaro who redeems hardened Porn stars with his photos and directs them towards monastic careers, goodbye to the rebel Mary G from Bagaglino and to all the languages she surrounds herself with every time she drops a review just because she has something that starts with an F and ends with IGA. Goodbye to the post-77 guru Dave Jon Gilmour. Goodbye to Zion who distributes the beats and prefers Fabri Fibra to the Residents, you brainless Neapolitan scum, Naples I hate you, Vesuvius burn them all. Goodbye to the nullity Guglielmo Epifani who launches his sermons on screwing every entity on the site, probably to convince his hand to stop choking the little veined micro thing he has between his legs. Goodbye to the most repugnant "man" of the animal kingdom, namely Cazz, by the way... yesterday I saw Caz's girl, it was deep night and I was at his house, we had a few drinks and got loose... oh, nothing to say, even though she was lying on the floor with me on top and her cheeks all red and her mouth trembling... well, she was just fucking faithful, every second she kept saying "Yesss please give me Cazz, I want Cazz, only he satisfies me, I desperately need Cazz" the thought always went back to you, my dear human abortion Caz. I will privately contact some worthy characters within the site to continue the conversation (Festwca for example) outside. Goodbye you invertebrate little beings, scribes of the digital age, clumsy censors of the ineffable, shits. Goodbye.