expected to be a revolutionary film, chrstopher Nolan's new film with Leonardo DiCaprio and curious. has no beginning. and how it is repeated several times in the dialogue, you realize you're in a dream when you do not remember how did you get in the place that way.
I, frankly, dreams so realistic I've never done.
dream or reality? Life is a Dream? we live in a dream a dream of a dream? how many dreams the dreams we have to do to get in deeper? how many levels we need to get down with the elevators of the mind?
DiCaprio is good, there's nothing to say. The film keeps you glued for more than two hours of action. the steps are very confused (as in dreams?), the explanations do not understand ...
questions about why that character was found there at that time are many, as well as the basic idea, that of entry in the dreams of others to steal ideas, I feel vaguely surface. dreamer who? what role does the architect? how many people dream in the film? is all a dream?
films used to define the words that helium was used to define nevruz, his competitor who raped smells like teen spirit in the last episode of xfactor: a film is always somewhere in between disaster and triumph.
add: is a film poised between the Mincio and the masterpiece.
the turin I know, that of 90 years, the city is sad and stern, which hides in its depths underground life: there is nothing in embankments if Giancarlo and the CSA, There is coffee in Piazza Vittorio Elena is an old bar, the guys go to dance to the area and the larger ones in the big, and then to the palace. there is a league of furious, the area three roosters do not exist, the Roman quarter is infrequent, San Salvario is a place of racial battles. you go to drink the camel, or cairns at the brewery.
the turin Culicchia telling is that years of zero. and is an evolution of germs that could be seen in the 90's. the city of this book is that after the Olympics. turin is the drink was born between the end of 1990 and the beginning of 2000. is a city awash with drugs, exterior, faux happy, trendy, radical-chic to the grotesque. a city where every weekend there is a white night, an exhibition every day, every week a party to the walls to the sound of drugs and alcohol. a city where the alliance between politics and business development of the city operates. a city from the late Roman Empire, no satanic sects, but orgies involving DJs and assessors, wealthy businessmen and personalities of the "culture". There are Samuel and BOOST read it, the guy with the Littizzetto Africa Unite, the Herzigova, Davide Ferrario, Culicchia and children of notaries, dentists, primary and politicians.
a city like the other major Italian cities. as roma as milan. Development fake cultural vacuum, political image. privileges, bribes, drugs. White Nights.
disoriented, young people described by Culicchia Turin, spin freely. evenings on the walls, fringes, tattoos just above her ass, fake alternative.
the seeds of this stuff could be seen already in the 90's. children of rich people left to themselves in the pre-villone hill, even then drugged, and acids made of reeds, with parents addicted to meditation in Tibet, but slaves of luxury. ex-sessantottino, veterans of marriage in tatters, decadent nobles, courtiers of the Agnelli family. this strange intrigue among intellectuals, publishers, operaismo chic, aristocratic upper classes, has blossomed after the arrival of the dams, the Piedmont film commission, the Olympics, the school holden, in what is now throwing up all the flaws of a world plastic and empty. apparent development, no social base built. no identity emerged in the city, the city, following the collapse of the fiat. the only alternative to resemble milan. lapoelkanismo brought the absurdity in all its manifestations turin permeates social, political and cultural.
the book is sad, grotesque, sometimes comical in its tragedy. the back cover speaks of a framework woods of a city (although turin is not a metropolis) Italian. true.
excessive, apocalyptic, however, very close to reality, gc describes a world that we know well, and that appears each day in newspapers, in our lives.
from outside, my relationship with turin became visceral, as if it were a part of me that I like and I am disgusted at the same time. charming, magic, evil. simply, an ass hole from which escape.
do not know if Marco Mengoni or Giuliano Sangiorgi.
not know which one moves more my nerves and makes me take the iron bar that keeps waiting for a thief in the broom closet to show that the two-year kung fu I've done over the years away by now have produced a zero real human war machine.
The iron bar could destroy the TV and released from the torment of these two.
do not know if they give me the most trouble those gloves blacks, that shirt unbuttoned, those tight jeans or that of Giuliano Sangiorgi do gay hairdresser from Milan, as its facets, these speech defects that make him say "Maccio king" instead of "mad king", then to cause the disaster in the language to say "dummy" instead of "everything". fuck. his diction teacher must have told him to beat T.
do not know if I hate the most senseless of the warbling Sangiorgi or changes unnecessary of Mengoni and whimsical.
makes me despise the Italian music. and I would say: world bread dog world, says Lorenzo Jovanotti, but it is!
and as between the litigants, has the third, I say that rather than these two words at random, cattocomunismo, the rhetoric of lorenzo jovanotti idiot.
year during the holidays, I have hit only books that I liked, on average, some more and some less.
I have many thoughts on my reading style, chaotic, fast, maybe a little 'surface. Maybe I'm just a mental disorder, but the stories I remain impressed. I try to deepen in retrospect, because too much is the hurry to finish a book I like. then we return.
skippy dies paul murray : on the cover reads: between the young and holden donnie darko. Massimo Coppola, editor of isbn publishing the book, shit out from the vessel, because they're away glimpses of these references. But the story is beautiful. is long. is a story of love and bad luck. even rebellion. a bit 'epic fantasy in the sense of the term, very close to us. Ireland is in the background. There are gray clouds, rain, college and school uniforms. There is anorexia and self-destruction, there is creative madness. Tremonti as if I had been with the cuts to culture, I would have indiscriminately cut at least 100 pages. but they are not, and then leave them to him.
a part of the whole of toldz steve: I would call the better all around . because There is everything in this book. There are parallel stories and flashbacks. Travel and questions. chaos governed by a ridiculous story but almost believable. above all there is "philosophy" to rain. sometimes a bit 'dives, a few times too based on citations. and get the quote to quote. are at least fifty phrases to emphasize in this book. and you would like to repeat. remember. quote precisely. this is perhaps a fault. but the cruel irony is very addictive, and frankly, I did not think that an Australian could write like that. my injury I thought, unconsciously, that Oceania was so far to be almost non-existent. in people, even the authors. distant and insignificant. with a great nature but little "culture" apart from the Aboriginal. is the new continent. exdetenuti fact, Pollyanna and Lucy May. no. it is not. and this book proves it. "There is the theater. Then there's amateur theater. Then there is a group of people who meet by chance in the dark on a stage and make you repent, you the viewer, to be born." here, from memory, I have mentioned. and I did not honor the original.
The Master and Margarita by Bulgakov : ok, I got there late. these are the books that are read in 17 years. and instead I read this summer. better late than never. and I was shocked to read a book if it were was written 10 years ago, would "represent" david lynch. or Tiziano Sclavi. is a book iconography. the devil, the black cat, witches. the bad dwarf. the Grand Guignol, the grotesque. dylan dog. a book is so imaginative to overcome all barriers of time, crossing the Goethe's Faust to reach Mulholland Drive. hated regimes, communists in particular, is a book that made me put the images with whom I lived 10 years from now in a cultural and historical context. It is never too late.
very Loud and Incredibly Close by Jonathan Safran Foer : undoubtedly pop. built to be a best seller. bored to death by the film based on his book everything is illuminated, I have always kept away. at the end, I read it. and is undoubtedly intended to be pop and best seller. but. refined. intelligent. light. ironic. literarily interesting. a bit 'in the clouds, voluntarily. a beautiful writing. history. the war. the Jewish diaspora. 11. childhood and old age. life and death. treated with elegance and with just enough not to be presumed to be disagreeable. you drink in a short time, makes you laugh and also makes the tear down. I'll have to pop? you know what? I read everything is illuminated and then decide. but the book would have to convince me not to eat meat that has written him a good author indie-pop-kosher-vegan, not even slaughtered.
the power of the dog don wislow : what book guys. all in one breath the history of Mexican and South American drug trafficking. relations with the United States, the CIA, the Federales. The Vatican and the theology of liberation. priests and assassins that dialogue with secret agents, Italian-American mob boss who is allied with the Irish killer. the communist revolutions in Latin America and the role of the United States, narrated from within, from many points of view. a history that spans nearly 20 years, from the first 80 to the end of 1990. a language sharp, violent, dry, almost all of this. a fierce tale told as if it were narrated by a storyteller. suffocating, sometimes unacceptable. but you will not fall off, ever. is the power of the dog.
and as is tradition, here are the candidates for the 2010 summer song!
Crematory - world: not bad, but it would have been better lorenzo jovanotti had stayed at home instead of saying random words in the song, also because saying "dog world, world bread" just nothing to do with a fucking ...
Stromae - alors on danse For me, part of the summer, almost at the level of dance 90 years, plus that we like a French Scazzi bit 'at all. pump a lot.
yolanda be cool - pa pa American : revisiting dance thou wilt 'does' the American, forced as a few other pieces ever heard, is well in the living rooms of the De Filippi and legs and tronista tronista.
rihanna - te amo : great piece soul dance, rihanna remains a favorite of your black howler, second only to Beyonce.
shakira - waka waka : hymn of the world, can not remember the defeat of our national team as well as having a video that is basically a jack ass of little black Africans ... the next time an African singer, please ...
katy perry feat. snoop - california gurls : poppettino catchy, do not force other pieces, but not terrifying as the average of the Italian summer pop.
lady gaga - alejandro : perhaps the worst musical performance of the neo-Italian-American lady, alejandro, roberto or who the fuck is that?
lady gaga feat. Beyonce : great big piece video, school of dance pop in 2010.
Fabri Fibra - vip trip : funny piece of video review of the clash with a great friend of Dargen in the shoes of the Palestinian Authority.
note with pleasure that the Italians are very few pieces ....
