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Mauro Moschitti Tra le vele di Scampia
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Beautiful and important page. However, it seems to me that something is missing, and that something is the sickly charm that emanates from that place, its ruthless beauty, the feeling of standing in front of something desperately human. A few years ago, I took some Nordic friends for a drive there, and they came away with a lump in their throats that they had never felt before, and this has nothing to do with the hideousness, but with the power of life, the kind that exists despite everything. As for the dynamite, widely called for in the comments above, I would observe that nearly 50,000 souls live here, each endowed with the same vital breath as yours, and before dropping the napalm, one should find a better place for it. Unless one wishes to surprise them with nighttime bombs.
Edward Hopper Morning sun
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For heaven's sake, don't touch this masterpiece! A magnificent painting, when seen in person it conveys a truly disconcerting feeling of hypnotic warmth. Metaphysical, in short. After the exhibition, I often find myself observing cities and recognizing the dehumanized suburbs of Hopper, or revisiting this desperate search for the sun (or at least for a light, the source of which is never seen...), which concerns all of humanity to some extent. The idea of a review narrated by a woman is beautiful; even though she's silent, I have a feeling she would have so much to say.
Andreij Tarkovskij Stalker
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I also find the continuous references to Kubrick completely out of place, whose cinema is extremely "precise" and rigorous (even in the delirium of 2001). Tarkovsky, on the other hand, expands disproportionately; every sign of his is "imprecise" and purely suggestive. Stalker is an immense work and terribly difficult to review; it happens that even a careful review like this risks saying nothing, absolutely nothing…
Two more things:
1) NEVER reveal the endings of films, por favor!!
2) What a dreadful evolution of the term "stalker," isn't it??
Andrej Tarkovskij Solaris
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Well, what can I say... Just the scene of levitation would be enough to secure Tarky a place in the aforementioned Olympus (which, by the way, seems to suit him well). Just yesterday, I was reading a brief and fascinating essay on the omnipresence of water in Tarkovsky's cinema (ah, the sea of Solaris...), which made me eager to quickly watch Ivan's Childhood, the only one I haven't seen yet. Just to play a bit with the rankings, Stalker seems to me to be the pinnacle of his cinema, as well as my favorite film.
Royal Trux Twin Infinitives
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In my opinion, the 1s fit well, both for the album and the reviewer.. ;) Just like Mother and Son by Sokurov, sublime yet unbearable. I'm going to listen to it again.
Henry Miller Tropico del Capricorno
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Of course H. Miller's literature is obscene!! May no judge deny it, for heaven's sake!
Luis Buñuel L'angelo sterminatore
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Sure! Please send the text you'd like me to translate.
Pupo, Emanuele Filiberto, Luca Canonici Italia amore mio
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The problem is not the music, but the interpretation. The faces of those three genuinely disturbed me. Chilling, like a pro-Bertolaso editorial by the director of TG1. Once upon a time, princes populated fairy tales and saved damsels; today they go to Sanremo or Big Brother. Italy, my love.
Michael Haneke La Pianista
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I lost Mazzarola's The White Ribbon like a fool! Haneke, an essential director, is like stepping into a lager of feelings. The Piano Teacher is as unpleasant as it is sublime, beloved oxymorons. Last night, I re-watched another sentimental lager, a film from a couple of years ago called "Let the Right One In," a desperate and gentle vampire story, beautiful; in the age of Twilight-ism, it's good to reflect on it. Very nice review.