Basettoni

Exceptional film. A masterpiece of brilliance.

Bogarde exists and was a great actor. Films with good screenplays but inconsistent thematic value. Or rather, the metafilmic discourse persists, but it reaffirms what has already been reaffirmed. Nonetheless, enjoyable.

But do you really think I'm like this? The fact that you get angry over an insignificant (and it is) and poorly written (it is) review doesn't perhaps make your scathing pseudo-sociological attack any more reflective? I'm not saying that people are idiots for listening to this stuff; I'm talking about what I've seen and especially heard. I would love to be so Nietzschean-ly free as to let myself be consumed by such insignificant reasons as a failed album: I just wrote a pointless piece for "TrivialKrtik," to put it in Pelizzari's words. Just because I was bored. I don't give a damn about System. Did they sell out? Good for them. Didn't they sell out? Good for them. Commercial=Disgust is far from being my poetry. It’s not an equation. A product that sells has or has had certainly some merits, if not on a purely musical level, then on a sociological one. However, it should be noted that it’s not uncommon for sales success to limit the group's potential for growth, as they settle into their positions and stop taking risks. Sometimes the opposite happens, sometimes nothing happens at all, but in the case of System, that's how things went. Obviously, for my disastrous review.

But do you really think I'm like this? The fact that you get angry over an insignificant (and it is) and poorly written (it is) review doesn't perhaps make your scathing pseudo-sociological attack any more reflective? I'm not saying that people are idiots for listening to this stuff; I'm talking about what I've seen and especially heard. I would love to be so Nietzschean-ly free as to let myself be consumed by such insignificant reasons as a failed album: I just wrote a pointless piece for "TrivialKrtik," to put it in Pelizzari's words. Just because I was bored. I don't give a damn about System. Did they sell out? Good for them. Didn't they sell out? Good for them. Commercial=Disgust is far from being my poetry. It’s not an equation. A product that sells has or has had certainly some merits, if not on a purely musical level, then on a sociological one. However, it should be noted that it’s not uncommon for sales success to limit the group's potential for growth, as they settle into their positions and stop taking risks. Sometimes the opposite happens, sometimes nothing happens at all, but in the case of System, that's how things went. Obviously, for my disastrous review.

Efficacious. Annoying

But look, 1958 is not a date, it's a year. The same goes for '75.

A non-essential film by Stanley Kubrick, which suffers from the extreme difficulty of condensing Nabokov's text, whose soul can be found in the descriptive flaws, in the lexical embraces, in the brilliance of the oratory of the perverse Humbert, in short, in things that cinema wobble on the edge of irreproducibility. The film should have been more agile, more conversational. Less drama of rooms and more comedy of details. Nabokov's text required the description of a mental landscape rather than an actual one. A respectable piece as cinema in itself, a heavy and desperately inexpressive work as a reduction of Nabokov.

A film that pays for its innovations, too closely tied to a cinema that will hopefully become the norm (or at least I hope) in a decade. Michael Mann is the underground of the mainstream, a flaunted yet elusive future, a grand director made of pure form, who moves us to emotion as such, cinema and love for cinema.