Thursday, March 3, 2011

Burst Capillaries Creams

Coppi 27/02/2011 - Justice

Night for this pair was selected as a good thriller none was seen after Das Experiment. A film quite exciting, which is able to maintain for the duration of a good level of tension, and part of an interesting idea: the opposition to that which has established itself as the 'industry' of justice in which judges, lawyers and investigators are tutti complici per far procedere le cose non secondo principi di giustizia, ma per convenzioni e comodità.

In realtà, questo punto di forza del film è anche la sua debolezza. Il grosso problema che si rileva guardandolo è che la focalizzazione è sul pubblico ministero che combatte perché il sistema rimanga così com'è, mentre l'uomo che si oppone e cerca di scardinare tutto il baraccone passa come il villain della situazione. Ma lo spettatore empatizza naturalmente con il secondo, personaggio ribelle e mosso non solo da motivi di vendetta personale, ma da un più alto spirito rivoluzioanrio (emblematica in questo senso la scena in cui applaude al giudice). L'avvocato which is doing its best to maintain the status quo, even if it acts according to his moral code, in fact protects a system that is revealed as flawed and corrupt. The real hero of the story is then the antagonist, and this leaves us dissatisfied when, inevitably, he is forced to lose his battle. It would have been more interesting (and brave) if what passes as bad finally got his victory, as happens in Seven , where another character driven by revolutionary intent (however questionable) can earn at least in part the sympathies of the viewer .


Another problem is the constant game of tricks and gimmicks to increase planned by villain, that though initially reveal only an engineer passable, after half the film start to appear very credible. In short, it is unlikely that among all the people suffering in the house raid and the murder of his family were caught this evil genius, a Michael Scofield that you voluntarily imprisoned in order to carry out his plan with the best alibis. Okay who has had ten years to organize its revenge, but an entire system of tunnels dug by him personally seems too much.

Ultimately, a film intense, moving from a good idea but is lost on the road to landing a final feel-good and too conventional. Oh, what would have been nice to see that explode cello ...

Tuesday, March 1, 2011

Pain In Bottom Of Big Finger

private Lola

After spending the first eight stories published here at Survival Blog , restoring a tradition inaugurated today on the old blog, that of repeating here the stories written for "Nick of Time " time the competition is held every month on the forum Edizioni XII.

The following story was written for XIII edition of the competition, themed " a bury you laugh. "When a vote of consensus varied greatly, being sometimes literally at the top and bottom of the standings . You be the judge which of the two position is more appropriate.



Lola

Look, Lola.
Look at me while I look at you. Look for the last time.
This was not the look I wanted from you. Are not these sweet eyes and light I had seen, and I expected I'd asked.
Not what I thought. You're not my Lola.
When I've always known you laughed. He smiled at my jokes, you'll be amazed when you told me, I send kisses and hearts.
Semicolon, right parenthesis. Same of capital. Colon, asterisk. Less than three.
You were so nice, always there available for me to make me feel important and infect us with your humor. You were special. You were my Lola.
But you're not her. Perhaps you've never been really Lola.
was me calling you that. Remember the first time we spoke?
I asked you your name, and before you answer the question, you wrote: lol
lola? I asked.
You have explained that this was not your name, but I did not care.
lola I'll call you, I decided, before I reveal your real name.
still do not know. It does not matter now.
always laughed when you were Lola. Each reply was the vanguard of an army of yellow happy smilies. Laughed when we exchanged addresses, to send each other books we think is important. When you laughed at the same time, we opened each other's photos, when I saw for the first time sweet and bright eyes, those eyes that I would look at me now.
laughed when I said we should meet.
I dreamed last night, I confessed. we see, I need you
lol
You said just that.
lol
do not understand. Does it seem possible that I was serious.
You should not have laughed, Lola. Not this time. You should not have laughed when I offered my heart.
Minor, slash, three.
Now you understand, right?
watching me, with your eyes made bright with tears, finally realize that I love you, Lola. I wonder if you see
anche conto che sei tu a morire, ma io a sprofondare.