In Rome, I meet a friend who invited me to the cinema
Ribaldo tough psychic entity
Even Caspasian isn't joking around
We always "joke" on Debaser, even outside, what do you think
Our apparent heaviness unmasks the real dangerously intolerant heaviness of other users who are democratically "straight as an arrow" and take us seriously, where we are just trying not to consent to the "cadaveric obedience" that affects THEM, and not just them
Boring (the cadavers) because they can't stand their own boredom
Instead, Ribaldo, Caspasian & Son love their own boredom
The millennial decay of the place projecting the film keeps pace with our eternal indolence
We dangle talking "of this and that" with drool at our mouth
We pretend to be cinephiles, and in the end, we bark
But now there's a true master, not just a director; you can't say anything to Mario. If Russ Meyer is "Faster Pussycat Kill Kill!", Mario Bava is "Kill Baby Kill!"
And now the sci-fi film in question from Marione:
Before Star Trek
Spacesuit from inside the spaceship with yellow inserts before Bruce Lee
Before Alien
Monolith before Kubrick
(Astro)Zombies before Argento
Ikarie XB-1 Czechoslovak science fiction 1963 (recover it, it's a masterpiece)
Amanuensis choreographic similarities with Karel Zeman Czechoslovak director, '50s
Few economic resources like Tsukamoto on "Tetsuo"
Italians economizing and doing the best with little
Mario with two papier-mâché rocks makes alien Stonehenge
Spacesuit collar uncomfortable
All the astronauts are babes
Minimalist Deep Space electronic music that scares you
The sirens of Ulysses
The fog (Po River Valley) that like a geoengineering cloud triggers an "all against all"
The transcendental prayer of the Captain at the burial of crew members
The fascinating totem sculptures above the tombs like a cross
The tuning fork of the previous visitors inside the spaceship carcass trap
The magnetic reflection of Solaris
The commander insists on placing on guard outside, alone, a crew member whom the invisible natives systematically devour
The colored lights that in alien language say: now we'll screw you over, there you go
The "chain reaction" that Bava triggers is essential, my thickheaded friends
And thus, in defiance of your unfounded mockeries addressed to me, the end with the surprise twist, alas, us Earthlings, of the:
Parasitic astral entities
Parasitic astral entities
Parasitic astral entities
Parasitic astral entities
Parasitic astral entities
Parasitic astral entities
Parasitic astral entities
GOT IT!
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