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"What a c.. Am I doing here?" - Chapter III

U n greet you, dear readers, the blog that the magazine Diva and Donna calls "a corner of the Web for stimulating the body and mind."

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I resume the tendency of film scum shit to talk about another milestone in the history of world cinema. The motto of this film is:

"If we are here, something has given us a second chance."

Here, that something is me. If you came across this page after you type on Google "plots film cinema today," the opportunity that I am giving you is to avoid wasting time watching this bullshit:

- Final Destination 3D

The Title says it all: Final Destination 3-D is basically the Tamarra version of Final Destination. Yes, because it's a bit like those old point scarrozzano model at 60 km / h, with the spoiler and 22-inch alloy wheels, Final Destination has also decided to sboronizzarsi and ride the wave of 3D. So sit back, put on a pair of glasses and enjoy this super-extra-exciting plot tridimensionANALE.

all begins with flashes of crazy character who, instead of thinking about Pamela Andersson the handcuffs on the bed dressed only in three post-it notes with numbers to play the lottery, has a vision of a race car that explodes in the beautiful middle of a Nascar race, causing a fire of biblical proportions. All this will occur soon, but thanks to this foresight, a bunch of idiots manage to escape. Among those lucky addition to the three friends of the main character, a color guard, a vengeful son of a bitch, a single mother rompipalle, a mechanic, etc. ..

What we all know, having already seen the other films in the saga (so this time you can not take it with me) is that all die sooner or later (in the most absurd) and that neither have avoided a premonition of the accident may save them. The causes leading to death of the characters are almost ridiculous how much this chick . On all deserve to be described the death of the mechanic: an innocent man stands a glass of water on a cart, glass and falling water sends an electrical short, which drops in stopping a car on a bridge suspended which eventually leads to him going to the mechanic that my father bought to the market .. but pure ass he is saved. Later in the scene, a cable is detached and I do not know why part of a tank full of gas that affects the unsuspecting mechanic, Splatt against a fence.

Basically the plot (if we can speak of plot) is always the same: avoid crash survivor-a-die "case is perhaps a" die-a-second survivor, "I know it's not just bad luck"-third will die - "Oh shit"-ne-fourth die "but! I have the solution to block all" save-it-a "Yay, we won!"-no, they all die.

Among the scenes (not) missed
- at the beginning of the film, the sheets of other incidents of Final Destination from the credits (because then put beginning the end credits, if they are vaguely reminiscent of tail ???), the abbreviation of "Dr. House"
- the death of the blonde in the pool, a variant of the traditional
lavage - the vinocoli, fake binoculars wine with inside ... as the Russian proverb says: the wine ferments, stupidity ever.

Final score: 3 Apart from blood and guts that you squirt him, a botched copy of other films. The difference is that the ticket costs twice as much. At least you save yourself from this fate.

Andre.

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Romeo.

"When the green eyes of a cat peering inside you, you can be sure that whatever you wish to tell the truth. "

Lillian Moore



Goodbye, Romeo .





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There's pop in the border.

Also this weekend rain and bad weather. Spring wasted. But we do not lose heart, me and his nephew, and we give our best with the technique of collage. On the subject of choice there is no doubt, is obvious. So ready: away with scissors, paper and cardboard.

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the oil level.


With Tiptree not You never know, better get your fill ; D

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Blog = Diary?

A question I ask myself a few days, perhaps because dealing with the diary of Etty.
Blog = Diary? I do not think this is just the same thing, I would say that is the recipient of our words to make a difference.

who had a diary (and who has not had at least once in life) has always relied on the secrecy of the contents, in order to give a thought to put into words otherwise incommunicable, not that outrageous, mind you, at least not forever, but because it is deeply intimate, confidential, the disclosure of which is given to ourselves and only to us.

diaries brings about that strange kind of third dimension where thoughts become words, yes it is true, but they remain mute, silent, no words spoken. And the word is not spoken is not yet a fact, it stays there, there with all the potential of its feasibility ... but it is still a fact! This strange suspension helps us, making us 'aware' and making 'take time' on the fate of those words not spoken.

Sometimes I seemed to find this size in the blog, rarely, actually. Just when I thought the 'spoken words' would be read, and therefore act by someone who was not me.

I think the blog is more from the diary, a journal perhaps: the leaf dies . An extraordinary form of communication that does not preclude the exercise, our, for introspection, but nothing more shares with that unique, secretum , full of erasures and corrections, where life (the heart, mind) speaks, and says questions really.

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of how the page of a Diary of others could well be your page.

" Sunday, eleven. gerararchico [...] The order within my life is a bit 'changed.' Once 'I preferred to start on an empty stomach with Dostoevsky or Hegel, and lost time when I was nervous, I happened also to mend a sock, if you really could not do otherwise. Now I start with the sock, in the truest sense of the word, and then, slowly, passing through the other daily tasks, I climb to the summit, where he met poets and thinkers. "

" A time, if I like a flower, I wanted to press on the heart, or even eat it too (...) I felt a desire for physical things that I liked, I wanted to have. It 's why I always felt that painful insatiable desire, the longing for something that seemed unreachable to me, then I called nostalgia' creative urge '. I believe they were such strong emotions made me think of being born to be an artist. "

" Friday morning, the eight . Lord, give less thought and more cold water and exercise in the morning. "

" Wednesday morning, half past seven . (...) This hour before breakfast for me as a platform to stand on my day. There is a great peace of mind, even if the neighbors have the radio on, and although Han - albeit very slowly - is snoring behind me. Is there really no pressure around ".

" Wednesday morning, half past nine. Last night, I went to him while cycling, I was in a great and sweet desire of spring. And while I pedaled on the asphalt of dreaming Larissestraat all looking forward to seeing him, suddenly I felt caressed by warm air of spring and I thought, well that's fine. Why do not you could try a big and tender carriage for spring (...)? Yes, because you could have an affair with a spring? And the caress of that air was so tender and so universal that the hands of a man, even her, I seemed coarse by comparison. "

All quotations are from:
Etty Hillesum Diary 1941 - 1943 , Adelphi

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absolute Beauty. Dedicated to Peppino ...

" If you teach the beauty of the people, it would provide a weapon against the resignation, fear el'omertà. The existence of horrendous buildings arose suddenly, with all their squalor, from speculation, you get used with ease ready, you put the curtains on the windows, the plants on the windowsill, and soon you forget how those places were first, and everything, just because it is so, it seems need to be that way forever and ever. That's why you should educate people to the beauty, because in men and women does not get into the habit more and resignation but will always remain alive curiosity and wonder. "


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