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Film vari, Neil Diamond e il cult exiter Harvey Keitel
Fortapàsc di Marco Risi, con Libero de Rienzo
- Fortapàsc (ottimo film su Giancarlo Siani, giornalista de Il Mattino, ucciso nel 1985 dalla camorra; mi ha ricordato il romanzo “A ciascuno il suo” di Leonardo Sciascia);
- Il nome della rosa (rivisto; il fascino di Sean Connery-William of Baskerville monaco-indagatore e l’ambientazioni sono per me irresistibili; prima o poi dovrò leggere il romanzo di Umberto Eco);
- Smoke (la poesia nella grezza routine quotidiana);
- Holy Smoke (particolare);
- Basilicata coast to coast (molto rilassante e divertente);
Da quando ho meno tempo per vedere film, sto ottimizzando le visioni e tutti i film suddetti sono ampiamente oltre la sufficienza.
Holy Smoke (così come Lezioni di piano, che ho già visto) mi ha confermato che Jane Campion adora il culetto sodo di Harvey Keitel, mentre io adoro Kate Winslet versione cicciottella e confusa.
Di Holy Smoke, però, ricordo con molto piacere i 2 pezzi di Neil Diamond che introducono i 2 protagonisti all’inizio del film.
Mi aspettavo di più però dalla figura del cult exiter Harvey Keitel (il “riprogrammatore”, che dovrebbe recuperare la Winslet dai vaneggiamenti indiani); dopo un inizio promettente e alcuni scambi di battute efficaci, si perde l’approfondimento di questo aspetto.
Un acuto nella scena in cui Keitel, truccato e vestito da donna, si specchia.
Basilicata coast to coast di Rocco Papaleo
Philip Selway – By Some Miracle (from the album Familial)
Philip Selway - Familial (By Some Miracle)
Philip James Selway (born 23 May 1967) is an English musician and songwriter, best known as the drummer of English alternative rock group Radiohead. He also drums and provides backing vocals, along with occasional guitar and lead vocals, for 7 Worlds Collide. Selway is known for his precision and proficiency in various styles and unusual time signatures, being named the 26th greatest drummer of all time by Gigwise in 2008. He has worked with Samaritans since 1991. Selway will release his debut solo album, Familial, on 30 August 2010. (wikipedia)
Lyrics
As I gave in to temptation
I’ve straighten across the line
Keep it under wraps in the cold store
Put it to the back of your mind
Put it to the back of your mind
But by some miracle
I’ve just got away with it
I’ve clawed it back again
By some miracle
I’ve just got away with it
I’ve clawed it back
I’m crawling back again
As a black dog down in the basement
Is barking out my name
Snapping at my heels when I falter
Kick it but it won’t go away
Kick it but it won’t go away
But by some miracle
I’ve just got away with it
I’ve clawed it back again
But by some miracle
I’ve just got away with it
I’ve clawed it back
I’m crawling back again
Breaking Bad – Stay out of my territory
TV on the Radio – DLZ (from the album Dear Science)
Congratulations on the mess you made of things;
On trying to reconstruct the air and all that brings.
And oxidation is the compromise you own
But this is beginning to feel like the dog wants her bones
saved
You force your fire then you falsify your deeds
Your methods dot the disconnect from all your creeds
And fortune strives to fill the vacuum that it feeds
But this is beginning to feel like the dog’s lost her lead
This is beginning to feel like the long
winded blues of the never
This is beginning to feel like it’s curling up slowly
and finding a throat to choke
This is beginning to feel like the long
winded blues of the never
Barely controlled locomotive consuming the picture
and blowing the crows, the smoke
This is beginning to feel like the long
winded blues of the never
Static eplosion devoted to crushing the broken
and shoving their souls to ghost
Eternalised. Objectified.
You set your sights so high.
But this is beginning to feel like
the bolt busted loose from the lever
Never you mind
Death professor
Your structure’s fine
My dust is better
Your victim flies so high
All to catch a bird’s eye view of who’s next
Never you mind
Death professor.
Love is life,
My love is better.
Eyes could be the diamonds
Confused with who’s next
Never you mind
Death professor.
Your shocks are fine,
My struts are better.
Your fiction flies so high,
Y’all could use a doctor
Who’s sick, who’s next?
Never you mind
Death professor.
Electrified, my love is better
It’s crystallized, so’m I.
All could be the diamond
Fused with who’s next
This is beginning to feel like the dawn of a loser forever
This is beginning to feel like the dawn of a loser forever
This is beginning to feel like the dawn of a loser forever
Grandi musiche
Odio quando musiche straordinarie vengono abbinate a pubblicità o prodotti o altro.
Le sminuiscono.
Un esempio è Struggle for Pleasure di Wim Mertens, che alle masse è divenuta famosa con lo spot della “Merit Cup” di un’era giurassica fa (si, riconosco il merito di aver reso famosa una musica che altrimenti in pochi avrebbero conosciuto, ma stop).
Il caso più clamoroso è la soundtrack di “Mission” di Ennio Morricone, la cui prima traccia, “On earth as It is in heaven”, viene “stuprata” ogni anno dalla Chiesa per la pubblicità dell’otto per mille.
Le canzoni del 17 maggio 2010
- Rage against the machine – Killing in the name
- T. Rex – 20th Century Boy
- Metallica – For whom the bell tolls
Make his fight on the hill in the early day
Constant chill deep inside
Shouting gun, on they run through the endless gray
On they fight, for they are right, yes, but who’s to say?
For a hill, men would kill. Why? They do not know
Stiffend wounds test their pride
Men of five, still alive through the raging glow
Gone insane from the pain that they surely know
For whom the bell tolls
Time marches on
For whom the bell tolls
Take a look to the sky just before you die
It’s the last time you will
Blackened roar, massive roar, fills the crumbling sky
Shattered goal fills his soul with a ruthless cry
Stranger now are his eyes to this mystery
He hears the silence so loud
Crack of dawn, all is gone except the will to be
Now they see what will be, blinded eyes to see
For whom the bell tolls
Time marches on
For whom the bell tolls
Some of those that work forces, are the same that burn crosses
Some of those that work forces, are the same that burn crosses
Some of those that work forces, are the same that burn crosses
Some of those that work forces, are the same that burn crosses
Huh!
Killing in the name of!
Killing in the name of
And now you do what they told ya
And now you do what they told ya
And now you do what they told ya
And now you do what they told ya
And now you do what they told ya
And now you do what they told ya
And now you do what they told ya
And now you do what they told ya
And now you do what they told ya
And now you do what they told ya
And now you do what they told ya
But now you do what they told ya
Well now you do what they told ya
Those who died are justified, for wearing the badge, they’re the chosen whites
You justify those that died by wearing the badge, they’re the chosen whites
Those who died are justified, for wearing the badge, they’re the chosen whites
You justify those that died by wearing the badge, they’re the chosen whites
Some of those that work forces, are the same that burn crosses
Some of those that work forces, are the same that burn crosses
Some of those that work forces, are the same that burn crosses
Some of those that work forces, are the same that burn crosses
Uggh!
Killing in the name of!
Killing in the name of
And now you do what they told ya
And now you do what they told ya
And now you do what they told ya
And now you do what they told ya
And now you do what they told ya, now you’re under control (7 times)
And now you do what they told ya, now you’re under control
And now you do what they told ya, now you’re under control
And now you do what they told ya, now you’re under control
And now you do what they told ya, now you’re under control
And now you do what they told ya, now you’re under control
And now you do what they told ya, now you’re under control
And now you do what they told ya!
Those who died are justified, for wearing the badge, they’re the chosen whites
You justify those that died by wearing the badge, they’re the chosen whites
Those who died are justified, for wearing the badge, they’re the chosen whites
You justify those that died by wearing the badge, they’re the chosen whites
Come on!
Yeah! Come on!
Fuck you, I won’t do what you tell me
Fuck you, I won’t do what you tell me
Fuck you, I won’t do what you tell me
Fuck you, I won’t do what you tell me
Fuck you, I won’t do what you tell me
Fuck you, I won’t do what you tell me
Fuck you, I won’t do what you tell me
Fuck you, I won’t do what you tell me
Fuck you, I won’t do what you tell me!
Fuck you, I won’t do what you tell me!
Fuck you, I won’t do what you tell me!
Fuck you, I won’t do what you tell me!
Fuck you, I won’t do what you tell me!
Fuck you, I won’t do what you tell me!
Fuck you, I won’t do what you tell me!
Fuck you, I won’t do what you tell me!
Motherfucker!
Uggh!
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