missing from some time from my web space. Manco because last time I've had very little. What I tell you today is a cross-sectional detail of my life. A quick guide that goes from the worst thing in the most beautiful, without regard to a specific time criteria. Or maybe you. This post is a sort of Madame Bovary, a series of episodes that otherwise arranged but still gives an overview of recent times that I spent.
The drama of Abruzzo, the numbers of disaster, the figures of the victims, the mathematics of the pain. Continue sad additions.
Benicio Del Toro, Steven Soderbergh , Cuba A good actor, a great director and a fantastic story does not make a great film. Benicio is good at being dubbed the That, too, but he makes some virtuosity in mime gestures. The characterization of the character often appears awkward and superficial, if we add to this a bad dubbing, then you could get a "major Guevara" that does not transmit all the charm of the great leader that the film's intention is to describe. The director is ugly, in no uncertain terms. Soderbergh, I literally loved for Traffic and Ocean's Eleven, force a little too far with a documentary style at times too. Style that is torn apart by continual changes and swirling camera aimed at speeding up the film, but that too often prove to be punched in the stomach. It is all garbage, and indeed for one thing the camera shot of the first moments of the film is breathtaking.
I do not like ketchup on fries a lot, my friend Stefano, with whom I shared a portion of fried potatoes the pub, so much respect that my taste " puccia "potato directly in the bag. Thanks.
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