As God intended. The north east production, which is nothing more that a set of those old western movies, a stage abandoned the facade of good cock Toyland. which stands on the ruins of what was the Glorious Empire. And now the scenery behind only debris, stones and mud. And dust. In the north east are alive only the wounds of the miseries of a precarious and insecure dictated by the impossibility of not being able to integrate. Like wolves, my neighbors, they wander among the stone quarries, scattered houses and anonymous shopping centers. Nobody around here gives you a chance to get out of this torment. But all the promise you. E 'by these implacable as logically impossible, born movies like that. I too would have distributed in a time when the people stoned. Just a nice holiday movie fuck. Among other things, a portrait of Salvatores is also quite faithful to the book. This novel I gave it to my father two years ago, for Christmas. The newspaper La Stampa and marked immediately by expressing strong opinions and sharp, so I immediately knew that he deserved to be read. A novel that is so much to me as the person with whom I shared. not celebrate Christmas this year. In my apartment there is no room neither for the crib or for the tree. "Because sometimes where there is no love, sometimes there is something else." this nihilistic plot: In a wasteland of the North-East Italy, including stone quarries, scattered houses and anonymous shopping malls, a father and son live. Rino Zena, unemployed and dogged, Christian educator, a teenager and so restless that folks would shun and humiliate the girls. Alone against the world and everyone, have a single friend: Four Cheese, offended by an unfortunate accident with a high-tension wires and obsessed by God, from the manger and a blonde pornodiva. United by a love visceral, Rino and Christian pull out a life proud that reacts to the bullying of others and the interference of social services. Within a night of rain and mud a little girl will forever change their destinies.
And now a piece that I gasa as a kid. in the central refrain is one of the coolest guitar riffs I've ever heard, at least lately. The video then is monstrous even if it concerns me as more reminiscent of the grandiose tomb Negramaro (Wait, wait, but that guy there is not that fucking bald Salento singing in falsetto? God how I hate him eheheh):
I state that the photo and 'footage that is ...' and 'one of my old photos, yesterday I made the rice but I had my digital camera and I have not photographed, update' the picture just do it again. This recipe is me 'has date with my dearest friend Antonio, and she' s been given by his grandfather, is a recipe for poor tradition told me that when he was young his grandfather did not have many economic opportunities and the cheese was so expensive, could afford a few times, often buying the''scabs''ie 'the skin of the cheese (or use one of the cheese the rare occasions when it bought). Here's the recipe: parmesan crust (they are quite common) Vegetable broth Rice Onion, leek or carrot, celery I cleaned scratching the scabs hard part with a knife to clean them well, then I made a fried celery with carrot and onion (sometimes I've used and I really like the leek), I cook and then I added the crusts cut into chunks (not small 1 cm to about 2cm ...). I waited a minute API always turning, and then I added the rice, mixed and blended with white wine (this addition of my friend's grandfather did not blend with the wine) and then I continued to cook it with stretching vegetable broth, salt and pepper. The flavor is like a risotto with parmesan, cream as part of the crust melts, and the remainder is' soft and good.
Last night I went to spritz the Zuni. I saw one of those shitty bands * (of course it is useless to specify that to write these considerations is not absolutely necessary to have heard) have dinner before the "long awaited" live set. 4 kids emaciated, haggard and vegan ate boiled zucchini, bread & water, sometimes oil and tomatoes to enrich the whole. I imagine that power may result from such a preparation, however this is the world we live in today and it is right also have to respect these gruppacci disgusting and deformed ... One (or one of them, with connotations shamelessly postgenderisti and far female) also wore a wire mesh of the damaged tour (ganzo!). It 'clear that he wanted to provoke me and make fun of me. But having received a good education and being only the second Refosco, I preferred not to spill his guts to the local continuing to observe smugly as you do when you encounter one of these subspecies of depressed songwriters and indie that battered the a thousand balls (Petrozza) cincondario kilometers. Well, the only answer I went to dinner with colleagues, opting for an appetizer of cold meats (ie Culaccia, culatello Zibello, Norcia ham, salami, and with capocollo pinzini) + tenderloin wrapped in bacon and red salt Colonnade Hawaii (giuro!) and a ball Montepulciano d'Abruzzo. Thanking the god of rock for saving me from another serataccia coated puffed and hope that even at that mongoloid Thom Yorke. Speaking of metal, here's the new video. really cool unprecedented. Is not that what we needed and we still need today? Who says no, it is clearly a fan of baustelle and is entitled to take the piss for his alleged diversity (which makes it much like Nanni Moretti).
Then this week I saw The Day the Earth Stood Still, or The Day the Earth, science fiction movies of 1951. I have examined before the remake arrived to upset as the last man on earth - which are spewing out of the cinema and cursing the entire human race). Washington. A flying saucer lands in a Washington park and population, although scared, the soldiers crowded around to watch the event. From flying saucer comes Klaatu, an alien who comes close to the military by bringing a little gift, a soldier, deceived by panic, shoot without thinking. Now comes the hard driving a giant robot, Gort, to the rescue of wounded comrade, disappearing with his laser beam all the weapons in the vicinity. Klaatu, after being taken to a hospital, escapes the control and, posing as an ordinary citizen by the name of Carpenter, takes refuge in the home of Helen, a young widow who keeps renting rooms. Klaatu Helen presents her son Bobby (which immediately makes friendship) and it leads him home by Elder Professor Barnhardt, the alien can rely on the luminary that the Earth will be destroyed by the Galactic Confederation (an entity keeps the peace through an army of robots that patrol the planets) if the world powers sought to extend the "war" (still common on Earth) to the other planets. Barnhardt, thanks to his knowledge, makes Klaatu is heard by a representative of the most important people on the planet to be able to convince them of the seriousness of the situation and then finally be heard, the alien gives a demonstration of his powers prior stopping for a short period, the electricity in the world. Helen's boyfriend, suspicious by the strange tenant and a diamond of unknown origin found in his room, the complaint with the police following an escape, where Klaatu is killed. Gort, the robot trusted, after discovering the death of mate, comes in "destruction" but Helen, advised by Klaatu, can barely had time to utter the historic phrase ("Klaatu, Barada, Nikto!") To lock ' Wrath of the robot. After retrieving the body of the master, Gort is able to restore his life thanks to the strange mechanisms on flying saucer. After recovering, Klaatu and Helen dismisses the Earth turns his ultimatum to the authorities before going on his flying saucer, and disappear forever into infinite space.
then cuntinuare to dream "slamdog Millionaire" (more filmissimo thermonuclear, set in India) where the aesthetics are the masters and the "fundamentalism" melodrama of Bollywood cinema, in which the virtuous hero defeats evil and saves the weak and in most rejoins the first girlfriend. which is known to be the only one that remains forever etched in olate of a boy. then certain emotions will not re never in life. Bha. there is to do some reasoning to end badly, dedicate ourselves to the plot rather nihilistic: Jamal, a boy raised on the streets of Bombay, which is participating in the quiz Who Wants To Be A Millionaire, the tension in the studio is throbbing and before an audience in disbelief the young person is to answer the last, decisive question, which could make him win 20 million rupees. Prem Kumar, host of the show, he takes a dislike to the boy, he comes off the road and no skills as a boy of such extraction can know all the answers. Jamal was arrested and questioned by police on charges of cheating, since then the students go through the stages of his life, he was a child road up the story with the girl he loved and lost.
Anyway, now that this government has banned all things (all while freeing the rest for themselves), what would come of Jerry Scott of the cane? It 's your final answer? Light it up? eheheh
I still have etched in your mind I suck, the expression of disgust on hearing public appointments Jerry Cala. All trash repudiated by the alleged intelligentsia, are being voraciously swallowed by Makka, who withdrew with impunity for years, convinced that listening solo la versione ufficiale, avrebbe sconfitto l'ignoranza che ci sta divorando. Invece la mia personale conclusione è che approvo maggiormente un Jerry Calà che non si vergogna di mettere in mostra se stesso, di girare un film riprendendo davvero l'arroganza che lo contraddistinse negli anni '80, scrivendo una storia che, pur trattando con forza il tema del divorzio, non teme il ridicolo. Se poi ci mettiamo come corollario 4/5 strafighe e qualcuno dei suoi tormentoni che lo hanno reso celebre, si ottiene forse uno dei recuperi delle commedie italiane anni '80, meno trascurabili. Umorismo senza pretese, certo, ma a mio avviso ben riuscito, perchè condito da una buona dose di autoironia, tutto sommato in linea con il suo "illustre" antecedente. Paolo Villaggio poi rimane un grande attore, checchè si dica, Don Johnson è sempre un piacere rivederlo all'opera e pure le musiche di Umberto Smaila, totalmente fuori dal tempo e quindi incredibilmente azzeccate con tutti quei sintetizzatori e sax plasticosi, contribuiscono nel complesso a creare un mood nostalgicamente trash (che richiamano alla mente purequalche indimenticabile interpretazione precedente di Eva Henger). E poi vedere Jerry dimenarsi in un night son sempre grandi soddisfazioni... Vabbè ho capito, passiamo alla trama: Giacomo detto Giagià, affermato agente immobiliare, stanco di una stressante vita familiare, con la moglie napoletana Francesca , e i due figli, che sistematicamente lo ignorano, decides to take the usual pause for reflection and return to the loft of his days as a single, complete with "water music." Among missed achievements, as he and friends are all separated parents and children problems to solve, James tries to resume a more serene life.
And now that the world stoned at this time (because of lights, the manger, and all are good, I'll be more good as well). that I give you this pearl. On December 3, Ozzy has fucked off 60 candles in the dark, which makes it even better dle fucking Elvis Presley. So far we have, right? bunch of 'Cecati snow.
Tutta una scusa per postare il nuovo video dei testament. comunque stamattina mi sono svegliato particolarmene spossato dal gin lemon, ma decisamente migliore come Uomo, in quanto ho avuto la possibilità di reunirmi ai massimo volume. Il bronson rimane un posto di merda con gente di merda convinta di essere a teatro anche quando osservano un concerto. ROCK. I massimo volume invece sono fighi, imponenti e decisamente attempati. Emidio clementi quando imbraccia il basso sembra un Eroe Partigiano. Speriamo uccida i suoi fans più altezzosi e risparmi me. che parlo durante i loro pezzi. ma che gli do pure da mangiare. Poi since I'm the only one able to understand the lyrics I can not afford (to apologize to those who have "ruined"?! the concert).
Then to crown it all, a light comedy light. tonight I'm going to see the sequel. with the ever-great Jerry Cala (lust). Jack is a college student twenty-six widely off course. On his birthday he decided to ask the parents a sum of money needed to live alone and get their independence. Jack ends like to live in an attic where he quickly undermined by Joseph, a former neighbor who claims to give Lessons on sex. Then enter into her life even Françoise, a girl he falls in love ...
There was the trailer for "I'm going to live alone, so I present this gem (extrapolated from the taste of the sea).
and now as usual, a video lover, for those like me who broke the fucking see rock concerts in theaters, and hopes that the return to marlene (la) revolt.
and just to remember how the assholes as micheal jackson coldghei that steal the songs in Albanian (in fact no Joe Satriani), a summary for those who see them go to the Arena of Verona, also a troiaio spending money.
And now, as they were the source of many disputes, a new piece of metal. Since, however, we have made peace and are being returned to their fans after 13 years of misunderstanding. (And as always beware index rock: it makes fennel and emaciated, not more intelligent than your peers).
ok, ok ... I go I talk about the silence and talk. Last Monday, I saw this film at Cannes mistreated, booed by the same critics who hailed it until yesterday. Even though I know for a fact that this film in theaters today, is a restored version than the one presented at the Festival. Anyway, give a shit. I make this film I had already demolished after the check, the sky above Berlin. A film that ch'ho used for 3 days to finish. But certainly a film with extremely spaccacazzo. Icon of that intellectual cinema held in high regard in France and especially in Veneto. A cinema and visionary dream that just convinces me personally, because of the aesthetic conflict too ostentatious. some are really shit, but the film is not evil. The film almost, save for a corner. Once a film so it would be dismissed with "nice photo". Or simply talking about the soundtrack, that it would be nice if it were not completely independent from the rest of the film (in the sense that they are issued only when the protagonist is wearing headphones, or 3 / 4 of the film). Ah, I forgot: bring up Nick Cave or Lou Reed in the movies, or Patti Smith is Paraculo and only serves to satisfy a portion of the paying public, certainly not to give added value to the film. But so be it. is intellectual and I take note. but I remain of the opinion that people like Wenders, lynch, gus van sant, or our own Antonioni and Fellini, are masters of everything overvalued.
And for that reason, humanity continues to Starmie on cock.
Photographer successful known throughout the world, Finn (Campino) lives a brilliant but somewhat disorganized. He never sleeps, her phone rings constantly and the music they hear in the headphones is practically his sole and constant companion. And when his life suddenly falls apart, Finn decides to abandon everything and go to Palermo, where he will begin a new and exciting life and a new romance.
I do not change. alternate to the limit few drinks. which then makes me recognize that have been glimpses of Palermo its mysteries and its wonders, will have been beautifully restored smile, that I will be a little too identified with the protagonist (a photographer to cry a lot and rather shy, introspective that never deviates from his favorite music and that despite the Success is obsessed with the idea of \u200b\u200bdeath). You see so often hit or brushed by arrows shot by a mysterious creature that pursues him (death). To mitigate this feeling is only part of the meeting with Flavia, a restorer committed on a large sixteenth-century fresco depicting "The Triumph of Death." framework phenomenal with many priests and Powerful pierced, that if I had a band of my own, as a choreographic image it would be nice ...
