Nike Mercurial R9 1998

What would happen to a young little man passionate about cinema and video games, recitative with ambition and a large number of stories "film" alll'attivo, at the time was deemed to be in the hands Paciocco smangicchiate and a copy of a video game based on the world of cinema, with which you can create their movies?

Simple. The youth would become a sort of homunculus amoeboid be treated as a gimmick with a mouse, keyboard and monitor.


Yes, I bought The Movies. If Peter Molyneux had partially disappointed me with a second chapter of Black & White amusing but too easy and not very "deep", after trying this kill the code I built a small altar with respectful worship that respect.

The game of my life. An absolute masterpiece. An indescribable wonder that has plagued me and most of my friends who share my same passions, a "play" that has dragged us into an endless tunnel of directors, stars, sets and so on.

The game is fun in the managerial mode, also difficult to manage. The real drug is, however, the laboratory original screenplays, with laboratory and postproduction suite. There may take the form films, short films with a plot chosen by us, in a sequence of scenes chosen by us, with the light, the costumes, the setting we want. Has limits, of course, but the limits are "relative", because with a little 'fantasy is really possible to achieve more or less anything.

Many have told me is fucked up, we need to do things just to make people laugh. " That is fucked up for sure. It 'still a game. But no one forbids players to make a product serious, coherent, well done.

I have already said that it is the game of my life? It seems to me yes.


Well ...


I am in Ferrara now. business as usual, tonight megacena faculty. No one wants but we will go the same ...

I can not wait to get home to finish work on a film that made me give this weekend. I finally found the drug, we see how quickly I can send my life falling apart. Ok I exaggerate.



I exaggerate?







Ah, if any interest, this is my first movie ...

Nikon Monarch Laser 1200

Good Night, and Good Luck.

George Clooney

With George Clooney, David Strathairn, Patricia Clarkson, Robert Downey Jr.

We are in the 50s. On the Glorious USA falls, terrible, terrible, the threat of Communism. All is fair to stop it. Everyone should stop it, but apparently, the real threat is not the nightmare Red, but what the fights. Senator Joseph McCarthy, but to remove every trace of Communism from the U.S., is willing to violate the rights of the people who investigate, is willing to violate the law, is willing to do anything. But he will find against a man magnet, quiet, sad, seriously. Edward Murrow, host of CBS, is ready to begin a crusade against the Senator, which will mark the beginning of the end of the so-called "McCarthyism."

with this kind of film I find myself always in difficulties. This is history, not a cazzatina invented by an inspired writer sitting on the toilet bowl right in her huge house in Hollywood. E 'history. McCharty is existed, McCarthyism marked the '50s in America, has worn out. Ed Murrow was just one of many, but good use has its own space, without having to leave because he was not actually part of, acting on their wits against the New Inquisition, trying to beat it with his own words .

The black and white, the excessive use of stock footage make it seem almost a documentary, but the excellent direction of Clooney brings in more intimate environments, behind the cameras, behind the desk leads us to celebrate with the employees of the CBS news investigation into the Senator. Actors are excellent, and the small details in the plot, as the "secret" by Robert Downey Jr. and companion, maximize "Good Night, and Good Luck" to auteur palatable to all. And I quote his Lordship Guzzano Alessio, who says: "In the film that breaks all records of cigarettes, to smoking, there is not even a breath."

Clooney was good not only directing, but also in the choice of making this film at a time like this, showing how, despite past fifty years, the problems are the same and perhaps will never change.

Ed Murrow: Goodnight, and Good Luck.

Good Night, And Good Luck, 2005

Yellow Fever Symptoms

Photography

The last night, went with Martin to photograph people at the Press, during a competition for the 50th Anniversary of the Library, did I mention we have lots of photos "outstanding" in my car, and then I went to look. Damn, I liked his so much.

So, I enjoy my humblest masterpieces, heedless of the fact that most of these works of art depicting probably under copyright.

"Can You See Me?"

Well, I think this is beautiful in its uselessness. For the others, I refer you to the usual updated photoblog little and little visited. Well, here .

Ah, for the competition Feltrinelli, the deadline was today, and having slept until 18 I could not find a place where open print ... So here's the only decent picture that my eye has wept.

Sometimes I think I know just the edges.

Venice Biennale, 2005

Registry Mechanic Close

Shuttle From Univ Of Michigan To Dtw

Dylan Dog n. 230, The Mysterious Lodger

and Screenplay: Michele Masiero

Drawings: John Freghieri

Cover: Angelo Stano

Often we all happen to have a rather strange tenant in our building. Rhonda Mitchell is no exception, and apparently was very unfortunate: The mysterious tenant is the Devil himself! Or at least someone very close to him often happens without a reason, that the condominium apartments in the strange events occur that require the intervention of an expert. And who better than Dylan Dog, who knows the poor devils?

Masiero It was, once again. E 'at the court of Sclavi (vabbè..) For a year now, and has produced five stories. As I said in the remarks preceding enrollment, is not very nice to me, and I hoped that this book helped me to change my mind, especially after "Heaven Can Wait" which showed all the limitations of this author.
The story, at first glance, it seems very trivial. The beginning is the most typical, including forcing "you give me the" put there only because MUST be there. Same thing for Groucho, who was absent except for a few opening bars, where you can see it just because MUST be there. Later, the story begins to get interesting, very beautiful description of condominiums with the "proof" that something very strange in that building there. Until that point, the jury is more than positive, except for the things described above, and Masiero "recover" in terms of supporting actors inserting a Trelkovski fits perfectly.
The central part, although too similar to each other and moods of Jack the Ripper (with the author's own admission in a dialogue) is handled well and, aided by drawings Freghieri, remains at a good level. The final part is a good attempt to conclude anything, but as usual Masiero puts too thinly, and then finds himself forced to skip some steps, but it is essential to better understand each other. The reader comes to the conclusion a bit 'confused, but intrigued by the double twist, indeed, say even triple, that resembles the open end that made the story of Dylan Dog.

This book is perhaps the best of Masiero, on par with "killer instinct" . The same flaws still exist, such as lack of clarity in the final and some inconsistency, sometimes, as in the stories of Sclavi, may seem perfect in their imperfection. Unfortunately, however, can not handle this Masiero "unsaid" dedicated to points of history, which should have deserved more space than others.

This number 230 fortunately recovers after sharp fall the previous issue, but keeping up a low average standard which for years has turned to Dylan Dog "comic strip popular in 'popular comic strip." And sorry if it is little.