Cinema, drugs and rock n' roll
Yesterday I went to sleep at the home of an old friend of mine, I try to sleep but around 2:10 I realize I have No sleep at all ... I get out of bed and turn on the television between 2:30 and 6:40 I watch these movies:
what to do in case of fire? The Ballad of
washer
In the name of the father
New York Stories
The first and 'a German film which talks about some guys in germany anarchic 80s that make the attacks, then after 11 years meet again and make a 'last action all together.
A film with a trite plot and characterization bad (and obvious), the only scene worth a few minutes to see and 'one where they blow up a fire extinguisher, while the foam (slow motion) descends on their dancing (with the wonderful background as No Surprises by Radiohead) are seen some clips of the protests of anarchist 'time, I must be honest that piece of excited ... pero 'admit to being influenced by my admiration for that period.
The second and 'a film that I took to pieces' cause I went to hell, I went to get a bottle of water, I took the No T-shirt that reminds me more 'where I left off etc etc.. However
an underground film that speaks of the terrible situation in which immigrants are Poles here in Italy, the dialogues are disastrous in my opinion ... a film that leaves much time it finds.
"In the Name of the Father 'and' was the most 'beautiful film of the evening, based on a true story (happened in 1993 in England) that speaks to what the British police are corrupt and totally against the laws of the country which should serve .
's interpretation by the protagonist (actor D. Day-Lewis) and' really good, a film developed so that you leave well understood how shit it was "justice" English. Particularly worthy
of note is the scene where the prisoners from the windows drop pieces of paper on fire as a sign of mourning and the scene where the protagonist seems crazy to his father's death and destroys all the tapes he had recorded, a scene of strong emotional impact .
must-see as a movie.
The fourth and final film was "New York Stories," a film divided into three stories by three different directors:
first story, a director where nn remember the name, where the main character and 'an almost unknown painter who became famous and falls in love with a girl who takes an apprentice, this girl by exploiting the feelings that the artist feels for her makes him do some shit, you break the balls and goes to fuck. Some time later, the painter sets up a mega exhibition of his paintings, where he meets a beautiful girl, also a painter, who claims to estimate it very much. Obviously the film will end up 'with him and asks her to become his apprentice. A story is a bit 'obvious but that interested me' cause I learned a few personal touches.
second story of Francis Ford Coppola, and 'literally a brick on the ball and is an 8 year old slut who is filthy rich father, despite a lot of money she appreciates the family's father and reconciles with his mother, in short, a sort awareness to the fact that money bring happiness nn 'and bla bla bla bla bla ... at this point (around 6:00) will raise the grandfather of my friend who is a bit 'them' to see the movie, then saying nothing prepares me a coffee ', I took him, smiles at me and goes ... In short, over this crazy shit on a theme even more 'shit finally on top of the casting of the subsequent history I see a name very dear to me: Woody Allen.
third story, Woody Allen, the plot has the mother-child relationship by having the child suffocated by excessive care of his mother, who then comes portanno to hate then to love it.
The film starts from the end, with him driving the car in which your mother's coffin, the coffin you hear the voice that continues to oppress him. One issue that perhaps it might seem almost insignificant, but played with the 'unique style of W. Allen takes on a whole different flavor.
Simply AMAZING, the scene of the chicken leg, this film and 'to see ... but I highly recommend everyone to skip the second story.
As for the music I have spent two discs of the Moog Cookbook, a group of only keyboards that does covers of old songs and the 70 songs, definitely a treat ehehe.
Around 16 I should go buy some new disc in a shop that sells all used stuff, I'll be able 'to say tomorrow or the next day.
Play It Again, Sam!
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