Tabba In D-Shirt

If I have to be ashamed, I don’t even know what for; maybe it’s you who unfortunately shows you don’t even have the semiotic registers to understand our conversation. I was saying, if I have to be ashamed, just imagine how much you should be ashamed since you set foot on this site; I struggle to find a single message from you that makes any sense. You're less than zero; don’t take it as a polemic, I repeat I’m not in the mood for arguments, but if you listened to me (and go see a good therapist) I believe you would become a certainly better person.

Eastern cinema is doing quite well, with directors like Kim Ki-duk, Tsukamoto, Miike, Wong Kar-wai, and Kurosawa—now we dream of them in the West. Our evolved, relativist Western societies are at a crossroads. The reason for this discomfort, which is also reflected in cinema, is that Westerners now hide a social rationale behind every event; they have lost spontaneity, carnality, substance, and blood, delegating and transfiguring human feelings into established and pre-packaged canons. Always with this damn social intent for every action depicted, when instead, especially in cinema, there should be escape and dreams, unless you're shooting a documentary. I appreciate this about contemporary Eastern filmmakers—their ability to abandon and let go of such mediocre social concerns.

It's clear that we have two different conceptions, since for me HORROR is limiting, while for some it is the non plus ultra. So it’s logical that many do not identify with my list, and some see inconsistencies in it as well. However, I don’t want to make rankings; I have compiled titles that, for me, have nothing to envy from Shining. If some titles are considered handcrafted or B-movie in terms of funding, I care little about that; what interests me is the feeling that the film conveys, not the budget behind it. In terms of the complexity of the shots, Kubrick is logically better (although, in my opinion, the photography of Tarkovsky—mentioned earlier by someone—is much more brilliant than that of Kubrick; it’s just that everyone knows Kubrick and few know Tarkovsky). Another thing that stands out is that most people mention The Exorcist and Shining as the greatest horror films, and then what? Is it possible that the choice falls only on these two and no other films make it to the podium? Why is that? I’d like to understand or ask Fidia (the fifteen-year-old comment wasn't directed at you; my previous post was addressing everyone reading this page). I’d like to ask you for a top five of the greatest horror films of all time, so I can realize the abyss that separates some people from others when it comes to terrifying films (from this point on, I won’t use the word horror anymore, as it only creates confusion and has evidently cost me a trail of perceived inconsistency—of which I see none, by the way).

here I am again, responding: I’m not an alias, but I think that aside from Fidia's doubts, no one had any doubts at all. I don’t even understand why I should be him; if I'm not mistaken, he even contradicted me on some points of my list. As for "The Thing," yes, I included it, and I don’t like it, so why did I include it? Simply as a sort of tribute to a director who, whether we like it or not, has left his mark (which I find largely overrated) on the horror landscape for kids. If I had to save one of his films, I'd say "The Thing," but not because it scares me; it’s just that there is an underlying tension (the same tension from the blood splatters up to the ceilings in Craven's first "Nightmare"). You must agree with me: absolutely pathetic, but do these things really scare you?? Honestly, I find the blood lake that pours out of the doorway in "The Shining" much more chilling; that’s truly a sequence that makes Kubrick great, and I’m the first to say it.
Anyway, no one has replied to me yet: tell me in what situations Carpenter's films are scary (I want answers from people over 15, please). I paid the same tribute to "The Thing" to Joe D'Amato, not exactly a horror director, but I definitely wanted to remember "Buio Omega"; I don't like "Anthropophagus" anymore. Ajeje, I confess I haven't seen "August Underground Mordum" yet, but from what I read around, it doesn’t seem like much, not at the level of things like "Aftermath."

In my opinion, Yerself Is Steam is superior; anyway, the true psychedelic lysergic rev ends with this record.

this is one of the few 5-star albums released from 2000 to today that can truly aspire to the title of timeless masterpiece

And now allow me, but I really have to go and cum.

I liked the part about good advice à la Ron Hubbard, but I think certain unnecessary and fake-chic digressions in the style of Palahniuk should be eliminated (I hate it when the narrative gets lost in brands of soap and other nonsense that derail the conversation and only serve to highlight our author's great lexical ability; I find that quite show-off). Also, the usual dichotomies of beautiful/ugly, cool/not cool make it all seem too obvious and rhetorical. Being surreal, grotesque, and precise about the target to sink is difficult, but you need to try to find a common denominator among these three basic aspects that would really give that extra touch of venom to the review.

poisonous and anarchic writing?, yet something is still missing to reach the levels of the sacred monsters of mega planetary derision like Vic Sorriso and Punisher (by the way, what happened to Vic? It’s been ages since he last posted reviews?), I don’t know, maybe Fidia is right in saying that it's still unclear whether these are the real barbs of a loose cannon in the system or just a fake rebellion of an immature person unwittingly subjugated by social centers. I won’t vote for you until I really understand whether your vomit is true or false.

He was a great artist, a guy who lived for art and excess. I belong to the old school of thought that madness and genius often go hand in hand, and this case is no exception. Unfortunately, the life he led in the sixties led him to a bad end, and he could no longer continue the beautiful adventure he had CREATED, namely the Pink Floyd. Because let's be honest, Waters may have been great at seeking gigs, record deals, etc. But without Syd, there’s no way we’d be here today talking about the Pink Floyd. A word to the contrarian Mr. you’re desecrating the memory of one of the most brilliant artists of our time, you’re just ridiculous.