Skelephant - People Are Machines (Full Album)
work already proposed and I propose it again because I find it interesting
 
Title: Dealer
Year: 2004
Duration: 160 min.
Origin: HUNGARY
Color: C
Genre: DRAMA
Technical details: 35 MM
Production: ANDRAS MUHI AND ISTVAN MAJOR FOR INFORG STUDIO, FILMTEAM, BOJE BUCK PRODUKTION, SAT.1
Director: Benedek Fliegauf
Actors: Felícián Keresztes (Dealer); Barbara Thurzó (Barbara); Lajos Szakács (Father); Anikó Szigeti (Wanda); Edina Balogh (Bogi); Dr. Dusán Vitanovics (Dragan); Katalin Mészáros (hallucinogenic mushroom girl).
Story: Benedek Fliegauf
Screenplay: Benedek Fliegauf
Cinematography: Péter Szatmári
Editing: Balázs Féjja and Károly Szalai
Music: Raptors' Kollektíva (Benedek Fliegauf and Zoltán Tamási)
Set design: Zsuzsa Mihalek
Costumes: Mónika Matyi
Dealer - Benedek Fliegauf - sub ITA
I copy/paste from Iacopo Landrini the following:

In an anonymous, lunar, and deserted Eastern European city, a man on a bike moves silently, delivering doses of drugs to a desperate clientele.
Through his clients, the direction tells the little we come to know about the man.

Here you need to catch your breath and have chocolate, kittens, or anything that can lift your spirits because you will probably need it, and in large doses.

Fliegauf does not mince words and depicts addiction through the protagonist’s loneliness and his role as a bearer of a suffocating apathy toward ethics.

The protagonist cares neither about his personal gain nor about the consequences of his actions, almost mechanically covering the distances that separate him from client to client, delivering what is necessary and moving on.

Friendship and affection do not seem to shake this character in any way, who becomes increasingly like a personification of fate that has already eclipsed every form of life from the streets and parks and now hunts down the last agonizing survivors house by house, misery by misery, putting a full stop on lives that probably ended long ago.

The cinematography is like a perpetual twilight that spares not even the faces, lighting them up in some cases with a fleeting and ephemeral glow only after taking heroin, bringing onto the film an illusion of life, a momentary sparkle of hope induced by the drug that distracts those who take it for a fleeting moment from their own misery.

Dealer is a very slow and long (over two hours) dive into a human abyss utterly devoid of moralizing and sugarcoating: more than the need to describe and judge, the need to portray reality without filters and without any mercy becomes pressing.

You might find it boring, certainly slow, unbearable for its exhausting pessimism and its lack of life and humanity, yet from a directorial point of view I find it a work that excels in vision and imagery narration, with its very long silences filled with the emptiness of the spaces of a gigantic modern necropolis.

For me, a unique must-see, but definitely not for everyone; it can repel and will try to do so in every possible way.

Recommended, but Titolo: Anno: Durata: Origine: Colore: Genere: tecniche: Produzione: Regia: Attori: Soggetto: Sceneggiatura: Fotografia: Montaggio: Musiche: Scenografia: Costumi: segue: edulcorazione:
 
Spia polacca

#icanbutIdon'twantto
 
Jeff Beck - Little Wing 6-12-2011

I repeat: there is only one person here who has been to hell and came back just to tell us about it. I don't exactly understand why, but I don't think it matters.

Oh: the track?

Al Nobile, savasandír.
Only Jeff – and, maybe, Stefanino Elicottero – can afford to touch God. Ripeto: Ah:
 
The Wind Cries Mary
It's the hour of James Marshall "Jimi" Hendrix, born Johnny Allen Hendrix
 
Six Pieces, Sixteen Pigs - Snatch (5/8) Movie CLIP (2000) HD

"Snatch."
by Guy Ritchie (2000)

starring Brad Pitt
Jason Statham
Stephen Graham
Alan Ford
Dennis Farina
Vinnie Jones
and Benicio del Toro

#35mm
 
The Giant Is Awakened

Horace Tapscott
"The Giant Is Awakened" from: The Giant Is Awakened
1969 (Flying Dutchman)

#jazzlegends
 
Double Blind - War in Lebanon 2006 by Paolo Pellegrin. Song by Patti Smith
Patti Smith - Qana (London, 2006)
To translate is always to betray
I present to you again (lucky you!) my little column of free and unfaithful translations (interpretations more than translations), language - even when it is the one you were born with by pure chance - is a barrier and communication is only a utopian desire; so take this stuff, which we only call translation out of convenience, with the necessary grains of salt.
I always approach the texts of the inhabitants of the other half of the sky with caution; to the linguistic barrier is added my inadequacy towards them, and Patti Smith is, for me, in this sense a real challenge because, on top of everything else, her writing is rich in assonances and literary references that, evidently, I am not able to "mimic." A challenge, however, that I have always faced with brazen reverence. The text I offer you is from 2006 but - cursed times! - it could have been written today. The first video is subject to restrictions imposed by YouTube but it’s worth trying to watch it; if you don’t want to bother with access, then listen to this live version of the track from video no. 2.

Patti Smith - Qana
Israel’s practice of collective punishment is a war crime under the Geneva Convention; why has it been allowed to do this? Why do we allow it? Every year we send Israel 4 billion dollars in aid and weapons; we are paying for this devastation; the death of children, the country in ruins; Bush refused to impose a truce and now this massacre in Qana falls on us; Qana is considered by some to be the place of Jesus’ first miracle where he turned water into wine; there is no more wine flowing in Qana, only blood, blood.
Patti Smith
August 12, 2006
(Presentation of the piece by Smith herself)

In the village there is no one left, neither human beings nor stones. There is no one in the village, the children have left and a mother rocks herself trying to sleep. Bring it all down, make her cry.
The dead were curled up in strange poses.
Some had burial, others crawl outside. These screaming ruins are not the work of a child and a mother rocks herself trying to sleep. Bring it all down, make her cry.
The dead were curled up in strange poses.
Slumped dolls covered in mud, small, too small hands in the street and their chatter, a target of war. So much talking while the bombs fall, the Americans have created the new Middle East and meanwhile, that one, Rice, squawks.
The dead were curled up in strange poses.
Small bodies, small, too small bodies tied hands and feet and wrapped in plastic, arranged in the street
it is the new Middle East and meanwhile, that one, Rice, squawks.
The dead were curled up in strange poses.
Water into wine, wine into blood, ah, Qana, the miracle is love.
 
Toyah & Robert Fripp - Heroes: Live at Isle of Wight Festival 2023

Do you see Frippo and his Frippertronics?
For him, holding those long notes and making them "resonate" over the following ones – like the great and forgotten Mick Ronson did – is a piece of cake!
In my opinion, he could play it with his feet while having breakfast with his hands at the same time.
 
We constantly complain about a bunch of bullshit, it's hard not to get moved watching this videomix COLORBLIND PEOPLE SEE COLOR FOR THE FIRST TIME | EMOTIONAL REACTIONS the colors are like the sounds in a soundtrack and they brighten our days with their, uh, "visual score," we don't even realize how lucky we are to perceive them and stuff...
 
I will probably be late because I am busy with other matters.
My young niece expresses herself with songs generated by the cousin of
@[DeBaserBot]
I remain impressed and go back to my tasks.
A warm summer greeting and the proposal to return to postcards... no title
 
Neil Young & The Chrome Hearts - Like A Hurricane (live, 2025-07-03, Waldbuehne, Berlin, Germany)

As the Guardian wrote, at 80 years old Neil Young is still the king of rock.
 
Kae Tempest - Nice Idea (Official Video)

#myunknowns

#thenewthatadvances