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IN THE MEANTIME............... waste of space of a review, does it deserve the noun? Maybe in the DeB-kilometers of mediocrity, sucker!

Today I'm going to watch it again and then maybe I'll comment on this wonderful film.

The origin of rock music and the term "rock'n'roll" is very interesting. In the early fifties, a disc jockey named Alan Freed was one of the first white people to be involved in "rhythm & blues," which was the direct predecessor of rock. The complete genealogy of rock is: from voodoo to jazz, to blues, to rock. Rock'n'roll was a kind of fusion between rhythm & blues and country and western music. Freed was one of the first white people to play this new genre of music on his radio show, and he was quite puzzled about what to call it since it obviously needed a new name. He had received bizarre reports about how young people reacted to this new type of music, and so, in naming the new music, he decided to use the term that people of color used in the ghetto to describe sex done in the back seat of a car. That’s how the term rock'n'roll was coined.

Wow, this and other enlightening gems are kindly provided to us by a certain Ric Llewwellin - Rock Crisiano?

God gave you rock 'n' roll / He put it in everyone's heart / If you love the sound / And don’t forget its Source / You can turn back / You can change your path.

The verses must be sufficiently clear, so as to communicate the truth distinctly, and they must be consistent with biblical revelation (sound doctrine) - the words must be centered on the Lord Jesus Christ and should encourage the practical submission to God of all our personal activities. Most contemporary Christian music can already be rejected based on the usual lyrics. Indeed, even when these are audibly clear, the prevalence of false doctrines and/or the shallow view of the person and work of Jesus Christ is, to say the least, frightening.

glamorous celebrity pretending to be an everyday housewife, (yes! billionaire wife of an ultra-billionaire advertising mogul, same thing), a proud prima donna, with ample and consequently plausible overweight measurements of "normal" women. A cougar for the average male viewer and a source of envy and admiration for the "real" housewife. Carefully programmed, the environments appear ordinary, the dialogues are refined, there’s a constant flirtation with sensual smiles, a sought-after camp/street-cred that’s outrageously tacky, beyond the polished sophistication set up, a gastro-porn hoax. PS affectionate thanks to the author of the review for the credits.

a grated potato please, mayonnaise no ketchup

well, well, nothing more necessary than a big dose of initial bile to stimulate the debate

f. letter/trait peculiar of constant quality