and why not? I was the day dedicated to Dylan Dog in Milan a fight with a couple of people (I find it particularly well). The affectionately Yours is an acolyte of this comic, so I must tell you, that I could not wait to beat a portrait of him in this poor area that is my blog.
Arguing with a couple of people. It will be understood by my most recent work, so his nose, which I intend to take proudly distances from a certain type (actually the majority) of the left and plaintive filoRepubblichina. In this set is included, of course, that portion of the population, especially artistic taste that is particular to complain of the cuts to cultural production, theaters, cinemas (and school).
E 'I strongly believe that yes, the cuts are not helpful, but their impact is very marginal in the current crisis popularly understood art (cinema and music in the first place).
E 'a crisis that is really motivated, I mean see it, by a change of form - and not its content. To hurry up, is not "Christmas in South Africa" \u200b\u200bthat kills the Italian cinema. It 's the fact that people do not go to the movies more, and kill the cinema. And do not even have a point, if you ask me. The shape-cinema is dead, just like -form concert. As we are celebrating the funeral and we continue to mourn their death because no one has yet had the genius to think of something different.
Samson dies with all the Philistines.
During the day dedicated to Dylan Dog, and, by extension, culture Horror, I was lucky enough to quarrel with a group of filmmakers-directors-actors of a film entitled "undead man", a fresh production. Their presentation was a triumph of paternalism against Italian cinema, against the fact that "the worst of us, only Uganda," against the government money, against manufacturers who do not know a good movie from a bad, in fact a We felt oration in defense of Noble Knights of Culture (there was to doubt it?).
Artists do not eat more with their art. Watch them as they cry: children who appear to have stolen the candy, the same candy that up to ten years ago had come to decay to their older brothers. The musicians do not sell more records, and then there they were on the barricades: unfold their white flag, that of culture, the intellectual aristocracy. They try in every way to populate a corpse, the corpse is that of the old society, the society of copyright and production companies. All in! There is still room! I want a piece too! Pustules and pus eating for years, provided that this means a good piece of meat, not even the last one!
Now I will tell you two things: the first
- is not written anywhere that the artist must earn through his work . And in fact for centuries has never been so. Cream of artists, from Dante to Van Gogh, you are doing arrabattati what happened (such as diplomatic, boo), or are, more prosaically, starved to death. And yet, were able to reach the heights that we today, well, better let me lose. Pay handsomely for a musician (or director) is a phenomenon of the twentieth century, and look where it led. Pretty crap, eh?
the second - see that art is not in crisis. Give an alarm. Please let us stop with this lengthy commentary on the fact that for thirty years does not look and do not listen to anything decent. Old stoned that you are not another, if only you'd didst glasses all the capacity to recognize the fact that even in the last ten years have been published excellent discs (and is also excellent for this film). And not only will realize also that very often public ocean gathered around strangers who were completely outside the system of majors or majors. Long live! who is capable, who has the numbers, it appears anyway. And indeed, it is much easier today than in the nineties, so to speak. If you fail, you time to realize that maybe it's because you are not up to it. There is a crisis. Oh, poor things. During the crisis of the twenty-nine, in America, an entire generation of jazz musicians was wiped out and forced to leave the trumpet, and return to work as before: Who carpenter, who peasant, and so on. The only people who were working among blacks and whites one of the few who continued to have some engagement was a Duke Ellington. Yet today we still remember the names of those jazz musicians who had to return to the plow, their standards were recovered and rebuilt by generations of musicians, did the story anyway, and you know why?
WHY 'were good.
Here it is, the forbidden word. They were good. Gentlemen, directors, musicians, lords, I solemnly say right now that I'm not going to give you a penny of my money (or in parallel to those of the community, who are also mine) to pay for mediocre work and a cultural system to drug made up of people who are there to jerk off their talents at the expense of mother Italy. If your art is good, people will come to listen (or watch). I think Italians are now only capable of stoned with cinepanettoni is false, and is a clear sign of bad faith on your part. The Italians still know what a good movie, and the most pleasant thing is that it will continue to have. To think otherwise is comfortable, and it is amazing weapon that allows you to defend your worst fault or
narcissism.
un'attricetta I saw poor, unknown, with me on the arrogance of those who believe to be a great misunderstood, as if pointing with outstretched finger, ready to scream (in fact it was so) its anathemas " here! is how we want, "as if I were some kind of monster out of the larva of purulent Mediaset, and I cibassi of" Men and Women "and" Big Brothers. " So how? And above all, who is that it would take so ? The Berlusca? The Government? The Pope? The Masons International? The Black Panthers? The Fascists? But it's convenient, you know: it is convenient to go on stage and say, I am superior, I bring my art to those few who want to listen, I'm a crusader knight with the shield, the Knight of the camera (or guitar). It 'easy and I'd tend to agree, if this does not marry, and it's always like that, out of anxiety evangelical rule and an enormous ego. It was comfortable just as it would have been easy for me to reply, saying, young lady, she is an actress, her acting style is worth, like the script, and do not watch the film even if its free. But I did not do, because yes, I am a person hopelessly polite and some scenes I leave to others. Preferably ones that show me as an enemy of the people, who manages them particularly well.
Just to be clear, these Janissary culture are well represented in the algorithm as follows: I am defending my culture with concerts (or my film), but I never go to see those of others.
Chapeau, really.
much better, much worse.
So I ask you this, my beloved. Are you really sure that the fault of the black man who stands at the head all or some insensitive producer who does not understand the amount your work? Because I have two concerns: first, of course, that you are not up to it. The second, however, and this is where I want to make is that you're banging your head against an old injury: This injury is called hard (and concert), for musicians, this bias is called for film directors and actors . You have the ability to think differently: do it. Now, immediately. Now. I unfortunately do not have the technical knowledge to create something innovative, but it seems to me that already have taken this perspective is a big step forward compared to those still trying to foist a demo to five euro. The truth is that Italy is suffering from a genetic inability to seize opportunities when they arise. Just to say, now the Americans have produced a disgusting film on Dylan Dog. Yesterday they were all there to much-maligned, to criticize, to complain. There may be. But, for example. Assume that. Just to say, no one has thought that with this film the American public might be interested in reading the adventures of paper tenant Craven Road? Just to say, Bonelli has come up with an agreement with, as I know, Marvel to translate the series Dylan Dog in the U.S.? I do not know anything, but I bet nobody has thought. Italy is an audience sitting whistling ideals betrayed. When maybe, sometimes, the only way to build new ones is to make tabula rasa. slap-a tabula rasa, yes sir.
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