Sanjuro

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So, being spoiled would mean that I don't work and that I have comforts above average, forced to work 8 hours a day and be mentally sodomized, deprived of my time and enthusiasm. So while I listen to my mp3 player and wander carefree, paradoxically I should feel in a state of discomfort and disadvantage compared to those who break their backs all day for a pittance. This is a society that operates contrary to logic. Work, that is, toil, the nullification of oneself for two coins of salary, is a value. Blessed idleness and mental distraction are incredibly crucified. This is because the most unfortunate caste has always harbored a sort of visceral hate and resentment towards those who can afford freedom and liberation from work. The caste of jealous priests who satirizes that of warriors. Moreover, we live in a state where you can get reported for a "Film di merda" and never for a "Questo film è un capolavoro"; there is a sort of positive non-censorship that is repulsive. Goodbye.

"Hey beautiful coconut, come on. Does it eat you up to be an amateur despite your diploma?" You're still on the common grid, on that imaginary escalator that leads from amateurism to professionalism. If you were an artist, you would understand that this escalator, on which you pride yourself for being well on your way, is just a mere common representation. There's no a priori distinction between those who can play and those who cannot; it's just a subsequent convention.

"Alternativity seems like a three-year-old child who picks his nose and then scratches his butt." "Supreme being of psychological emptiness." These are some of the nicest compliments I could receive, seriously. Nullity Epifani, don’t get so worked up; your little insults are things I consider great. Childish, psychologically empty, spoiled. Excellent.

It's old to learn to unlearn, but the mature artist who overcomes certain childish things is much older, believe me. Uncle, you won't get out of anything; you are a professional musician, practicing a musical profession. You've already said it all.

For 40 years, pretentious intellectuals have been singing the praises of various Pasolini, whom I certainly love, but how idiotic is it to come here on Debaser in 2007 and give him a 5, to praise him, and everyone in unison "Unique, 5" "Timeless, masterpiece 5." These are already dead pages, of zombies for zombies in 99 out of 100 cases. Kubrick 2.5 is definitely more flavorful and truly reflects my thoughts. So should I give a 10 to avant-gardists like Romano Scavolini, Paolo Brunatto, Tonino Debernardis, and Renoir? You’re still zombified by descriptive assignments, by explaining and clarifying. You still want to understand Lynch, rather than be Lynch.

For 40 years, pretentious intellectuals have been singing the praises of various Pasolini, whom I certainly love, but how idiotic is it to come here on Debaser in 2007 and give him a 5, to praise him, and everyone in unison "Unique, 5" "Timeless, masterpiece 5." These are already dead pages, of zombies for zombies in 99 out of 100 cases. Kubrick 2.5 is definitely more flavorful and truly reflects my thoughts. So should I give a 10 to avant-gardists like Romano Scavolini, Paolo Brunatto, Tonino Debernardis, and Renoir? You’re still zombified by descriptive assignments, by explaining and clarifying. You still want to understand Lynch, rather than be Lynch.

Nullity Epifani, the teenage Sangenio is now a sacred monster of debaser, so the "Oh Sanjuro this is really strong, let’s read" or "Let’s enjoy how it tears apart, I as a 42-year-old professional Venetian could never afford it." Happypippo, I challenge you, you idiot, tear apart a sacred monster of cinema, sincerely, without the little show-off that belongs to others, certainly not to me. I mean, you come here, give a high five to Ferreri and other now established and cult directors and make your nice little appearance. But among these, not a single one truly makes you shit your soul? You are the classic type "EHh but he is important as a director" or "HE has his place among the fundamental directors of all time," following the instructions to the letter like a Kinder egg of the "untouchables of cinema." You don’t tear apart anything because you’ve shaped your taste to that of tedious and descriptively empty intellectual faggots. I would give 5s to Pasolini, Fellini, Risi, Visconti, Murnau, and a thousand others, and 2.5 to Kubrick. I couldn’t care less about the little show-off.

Happypippo, do you really think my artistic life is boxed in on debaser? AHAHHAHAHAH what a joke only a professional musician from Venice could ask that. "I'm 42 years old, I'm a professional musician and I like Wyatt" BUAHAHHA who cares, I'm a guitar genius, this "unfortunately" I can't showcase on debaser. But if you heard me play, ohhhh what wonderful astonishment in feeling such golden quality.

Morrison wrote The End at 23, Mozart and Beethoven composed immortal masterpieces at a very young age. Age is a recognition factor only for the clueless 50-year-olds who thus validate their aging without ever having left, or rather, BEING a masterpiece. I am a genius, I am sangenio, you are nothing.