Stoopid

As for those who give the book 1 star, well, they don't know what they're talking about... The Gospel is one of the most powerful and breathtaking readings ever conceived. Foolish is he who, deluded into thinking that atheism is not a doctrine and convinced that the believer is a sheep, celebrates his so-called freedom by slapping it with a 1.

Well, asking yourself these kinds of questions is like wondering in front of Mary Poppins if it's consistent for women to fly. The Gospel can only be read by completely suspending disbelief. Otherwise, you would have to ask yourself so many things, such as why Jesus didn't decide to come down to Earth today, when all it would take is a video on YouTube to eliminate every sort of doubt about his existence.

Thumbs up. I enjoy listening to it even more than Through Silver, the title track is something otherworldly.

Hyper-intriguing, I will definitely watch it. By the way, why do even the best reviewers narrate the plots of movies?

Sorry, but how do you know that the J.A. have never done drugs? Beautiful, I will look it up.

de-qualifying ;)

Mmm, I also have some a priori doubts about this film; maybe I'm wrong, maybe I'm not. However, be careful when reviewing something that excites you so much: you managed to get the last names of all three protagonists wrong!! It's not just simple pedantry, but a matter of respect for the work and for the word itself. The web is ruthless; three names (unforgivingly in bold) on a highly visited site are a loud, potentially eternal word, and in this case, rather disqualifying.

Unseen and I won't see it, I refrain from prejudging even though it's tough, but I intervene only to sincerely applaud Azzo's comment; you can write Licabue or Figabue, but not Merx.

It's serious that this page has attracted an admirer, quite passionate himself, and even more prone to vulgarity. You take it out on intellectuals, both real and fake cinephiles, on the rabble, on housewives, on Neapolitans. Whatever. You don't deserve a response, nor do those who read your regurgitations need one. But the problem is vulgarity; allow me to give an example. Let's say I write: "I would like to tell all the assholes who quote Pasolini to seem clever that that mediocre author has only spouted nonsense, and owes his fortune solely to a bunch of little leftist fools who fill their mouths with his name, and to some poor ignorant." See, that wouldn't be a nice thing. Freedom of opinion is rather stating that, in my view, even a genius like Pier Paolo made a mistake by casting Totò in such a grim and dramatic role, from which both author and actor come out poorly. In short, speak as you wish.

When dad ties the stone on his son's back... oh my goodness.