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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