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Wasted Years


Tarantino advised me that these two films have enjoyed a total, I said.
I said that this year, for the nihilistic cinema, seems to be a golden age, and as expected, I got slingshots well Monday night. Then the shaking
to review what interests me most, translating to my surroundings and enriching the music with elegance, sometimes that requires effort, which basically I write only when I turn the cock.
said that we talk about cinema, then Frozen River, a tiny little filmettino flowing away like snow in the sun. What is known mainly
are certain landscapes that recall the Coens, and the fucking camera in hand that make all the movies lately.
But after a few moments, what is most striking is that eventually there becomes even more appropriate, and only then you realize that it has also won the Jury Prize at the Sundance Festival -> (sentimental sentence granted but for this more true of all the shit that I hear around) -> "because when two people so far apart in culture and origin, was born a relationship of solidarity so intense, every premium is due." If
chi legge capisse questo, nient’altro avrebbe senso nella vita (né Stato, né Chiesa, né Padania). Figurarsi le classificazioni in musica.
Datemi una birra, in cambio, ecco la trama nichilista:
“La protagonista Ray Eddy, due figli a carico, è stata abbandonata dal marito che ha sperperato al gioco tutti i soldi con i quali la donna pensava di potersi comprare una casetta prefabbricata. Per sbarcare il lunario, la donna aiuta i lavoratori clandestini, cinesi e pachistani, a entrare illegalmente dal Canada negli Stati Uniti, attraverso il fiume congelato St. Lawrence. Al suo fianco Lila Littlewolf, una giovane nativa Mohawk, la quale, da quando le è stato sottratto il figlio, si è chiusa in un disperato e silenzioso dolore. Nel deserto bianco di una distesa di ghiaccio arida e incolore, le due donne, vincendo un'iniziale ovvia diffidenza, finiranno per unire i loro destini, vedranno crescere la loro tacita intesa, e l'illusione di poter dare un futuro migliore ai loro figli”.


Ed ora Riff di Sweet child o’mine a mille, boato fragoroso, folla festante (uàààààààààhhhhhhhhh), esplosione di luci ed entrata trionfale di Randyyyyyyyy…The Ram"…Robinsonnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn.

Per chi come me non si discosta un attimo dalle Glorie che lo hanno accompagnato until now (I am speaking of several giants that will continue to the withdrawal from the scene but now I do not have the fucking list), a film that left me in plaster like when I saw for the first time "the Hunter" or when by chance a fall on a snowboard, a few months ago, I broke my right wrist. eheheh.
Fuck that evil which is growing old to see Mickey in the film and feel that, as in life is a man down (but still beautiful). Just as I hope to keep.
"In the late 80s, the professional wrestler Randy" The Ram "Robinson was at the height of his career. Today pulls out performing for fans of wrestling in high school gyms and community of New Jersey. Departed by his daughter, unable to sustain a real relationship, Randy lives for the thrill of the show, the adrenalin of combat and the adoration of the few fans that remained.
And that's it.

A film that I have the impression that he has been a great event. A film that will declare to my son that he saw at the cinema when it came out. A film that does not make me regret the absence this year of jammin festival (venetian shit). As always, we are a shameful nation, without even an event blasco decade, inevitably slumps.
say there's a crisis, then I call a guy who wants 130 € per un biglietto degli AC/DC. Maledetti bagarini, verrete polverizzati da una fiammata di Rock psichedelico e mentre vi allontanerete con la chitarra di Angus Young infilata in culo, un vostro collega napoletano vi sottrarrà le banconote di mano. E pensare che persino a Budapest o in Slovenia organizzano dei festival coi controcazzi senza rincarare minimamente la dose da un anno all’altro. Ad ogni modo, continuate a votare Antonio e soccombete allegramente.
A proposito di algerini, colgo l’occasione per precisare che non parteciperò a nessuna festa del cazzo in cui mi si chiedono 3 € via sms, alle 7:30 di mattina.
che poi per cosa? per bere della merdosissima birra del discount calda come il piscio e parlare sempre the same thing with exactly the same people.
wow. I'm honored.
Waking up to fifteen minutes ahead of schedule for a crap like that, in addition to abbestia me angry, makes me deeply unstable against you.

Therefore, being lucky enough to live in Ferrara, who play for free beer groups equally shitty but at least you serve it fresh, decline the invitation. Ok

other nihilistic plot and a piece of the Boss, written especially for supporters of all faithful Rourke outsider, like me:

Have you ever seen a one trick pony in a field so happy and free?
If you've ever seen then you've seen me
Have you ever seen a dog with one leg walking down the street?
If you've ever seen then you've seen me
Then you've seen me, I come and stand at every door
Then you've seen me, what goes away with something less than when he arrived

Then you seen me, bet I can make you smile when the blood hits the floor

Tell me, friend, you can ask for anything more?
Tell me can you ask for anything more?
Have you ever seen a scarecrow filled with nothing but dust and hay?
If you've ever seen that scarecrow then you've seen me
Have you ever seen a man with one arm punching the air?
If you've ever seen with one arm then you've seen me
Then you've seen me, I come and stand at every door
Then you've seen me, what goes away with something less than before

Then you've seen me, you bet I can make you smile when the blood hits the floor

Tell me, friend, you can ask for anything more?
Tell me can you ask for anything more?
I walk away from things that have brought me comfort
I can not stay in the place that I consider my home
My only faith lies in broken bones and bruises that monster
Have you ever seen a man with one leg trying to dance to
find his freedom?
If you saw this man with one leg allora hai visto me
che poi non è così distante da quest'altro capolavoro:

Removing Spilled Fragrance

nobody did anything.


Ecco uno di quei film che andrebbero trasmessi in ogni scuola elementare con metodo ludovico (tanto per rendere onore al Maestro assoluto, dieci anni dopo la sua dipartita).

Da una storia vera, un film pedagogico sull'ombra del totalitarismo nella società contemporanea. Niente da dire, la Dittatura non perde mai quel fascino retrò, e ieri come oggi riscuote sempre più consensi.
In un Sistema like that, just as in war, none is considered a fool, or at least, this can not be asserted against anyone.
Because it is a pervasive madness.
Many of those who were mad before the war, in war behave very well, as brave fighters.
and are convinced of the ideas of their leaders.
Just as in a totalitarian regime.
"Rainer Wenger, a physical education teacher with a history of anarchist rocker, to explain to her high school students the concept of autocracy involves them in an experiment of" dictatorship "in the classroom. For a week must meet the rigid system specification of "Herr Wenger, conform to a dress code and work together in the interests of hierarchical organization, isolating or suppressing any dissent. In no time, the boys discover a winning spirit of camaraderie, dominate their own insecurities and fears around the charismatic figure of the "bad teacher" and feel entitled to give life to acts of violence and vandalism in an operation that arrives early to escape from walls of the school. "

Attractions. But even more fun is to read the views of our politicians on facebook fantasy. For people like me who loves the deceit, the absurdities and coarse opinions, politicians improvised contend the Stage media. All this to bring the gggiovani Policy. Ahahahaha.
I just hope that the most gifted, must leave immediately.
The truth is that the area where I grew up I do not ever give a shit (it's cool because it reminds the marshes of Louisiana, that's all), squares remade even less, let alone local government.
would rather that value back Inter. The only one who has done it and that will be remembered for that.
only all others will be swept away by the wave.
They and their promises of change (which really only serve to give prestige to themselves). Who believes, however, when he dies, goes to Heaven. eheheh
I rather just live with a full belly.


was a fertile year for wheat, as never before: it was all in abundance.
was a fertile year for wheat, as never before: it was all in abundance.
Those who were chronically ill and wished to death with a smile finally surrendered his soul to god ... the soul to God ... the soul to God.

In the days of the great time the sky was red,
the rain brought with it the dust of the desert overseas.
The old saying, there will be war ...
the old saying, there will be war. None
lent credence to their words and nobody did anything ...
NOBODY DID ANYTHING!

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I was thinking about the address of the Oscar: The other night I watched the masterful interpretation of Kate Winslet that earned an Oscar and I am outraged because nobody has thought of Mikey Rourke (who deserves' Oscar whatever). Oscar meritatitssimo however, especially for the first quard now: the initiation of a sixteen year old to the unbridled enjoyment by one thirty. After Santon in Serie A, the second child that I realize their dreams. eheheh
However
the plot is about this: Michael is a guy who in the post-war Berlin is rescued by a handsome woman in her thirties. When recovered from a serious disease goes to her to thank her in turn, is gratified that the woman feels sexual desire for him. From that moment, but will continue to meet, along with frequent sexual relations, will devote themselves to reading the classics. Hanna loves the fact a lot of reading Michael. Which, now an adult and became a lawyer, is returning in thought to that mysterious woman who, quite by chance, had discovered in the years following the tragic past (former Trojan regime persecuted right).
Then eventually commits suicide.
Good.
But now I look at the world of beautifully Benjamin Button (so I saw all the winning films and I wrecked more cock.) I go a little faster because Zetor told me that lasts a total.
And speaking of Benjamin ... (just to prove once again, as if it were needed, their supremacy). Soon film will be released on their head and at least one Oscar deserve. indeed 2.

I can only accommodate the trailer: