Gomorrah be assailed (va be ', not exaggerated) by a number of questions remain unanswered.
Is it really so that place?Well, then I say yes, just because there's no reason to doubt the place is the Campania region (200 km) and Caracas (several thousand km). Even a few miles from me there are people who, for example, it reeks of hunger magnificence while I'm burping a steak, and who cares.
But how is it that "gangsters", as they are by definition the huge dickhead, do not even have the slightest respect for self, of where they live, their people?Apparently, they do not have enough and, without being bothered.
there a way to bring all this to normal (if it ever existed to normal I mean)?Boh. Even in my part many things are not normal nor solvable.
Now that the book is in many libraries worldwide, and that if anyone even read it, it will change anything?So instinctively, I will open her mouth in a subdued et cynical "who cares" (comma) "Fuck them", then I feel guilty, picture, I melt, but the result is the same: I'm sitting here me questions and give me the fucking answers. Embee?
I feel more pity or hatred for this humanity as a whole? (So hard)I have no idea, really. The first impulse is internal, "but we should help these people!" (How I do not know as yet, of course) (curiously, some questions make me instinctively think "who cares, mustache," and others bring the good man in turmoil that is in me) that Al is associated with the question:
Ok, but what should we help people? Good guess, but there is a policy that defines them as such, a clear line of demarcation that separates them from the bad? You good people who do not commit crimes? Who does not kill? Who does not ignore it when someone is killed?Oggesù.
short, it becomes a mess, especially when someone like me, nervous and flighty, tries to give himself a quick and logical answers to real questions and complicated. Therefore, reading and rereading of the various parts of the book make me rather angry, angry, not so much against cruelty and contempt for life demonstration of the "men of the system," the irrationality of the whole, a ' high-nonsense system to which it is impossible to determine the boundaries and the actual sphere of influence. Malls put up here, with funding from the Camorra, in which I bought four cases of beer money, four roses, festoons and balloons funny to make the assholes over at a party (also completely irrational and yet inevitably) bad years ago. To this I think, next magnificence all'abat metal-jour, the concave bottom of which lie hundreds of dead flies. The cleaned every day and every night is the usual slaughter. 2 dead flies on average for each page read, and I read many, in these days of nerve-wracking waiting . In incandescent bulbs, only 5% of the energy that feeds them is converted into light, the remaining 95% is wasted as heat. Are well aware of gnats in my house. Yet the lamp was bought there, now that I think.
This is not to say that I feel guilty for having given money to the Camorra , I do not think this more than I believe that "everyone stop to fill up at Shell will force oil companies to bring down the price of oil "or that" if anyone go to vote then, yes, things would change. " Only that if even a simple daily action is in some way related to torture, killings and harassment of any kind, whether already define who is good for simple exclusion of certain attributes unequivocally associated to an evil way (ie murder) is not easy, as we can define the much more elusive evil, and ever-changing update mode of expression? I groped for other examples in mind to better express this thought, but I give the theme wrapping miserably. So I went to the final solution of the riddle:
"fucking-nuclear process and let the fallout or hold the remains for centuries to come,"
which is the only thing I think is when all the crap foregoing begins to multiply and expand.
How good is this beautiful thought I understand just from the movie: it is already been done. As happens with all good ideas arrive late.
"Gomorrah" by Matteo Garrone is not a film of social work as I expected. It is not a film about the horrors of the Camorra, waste, violence and various balls. It is an apocalyptic science fiction movie, set in a world after a nuclear holocaust is very similar to that of Kenshiro, Mad Max, with a touch of Akira here and there. One sees the slum disaster Scampia, with snipers and lookouts on the corners of crumbling apartment blocks and shabby, the incinerated homes still smoldering, the indigenous people who speak an incomprehensible language, and expects at any moment just watching Mel Gibson riding a bike and ass crack of rudeness. I just do not get none, and this is the only real difference. After all, even if it came would not change much: in those movies the hero does not give the order in this world to pieces, everything remains basically the shit that is. Since the beginning we realize that is not a movie set in the reality of the guys are in a horrendous clearly of alien machinery, surrounded by blue lights, and die without much noise, and no one knows why. Besides, who cares. Then the guys appear on the scene dressed as Marty McFly in the scene where he pretends to be alien to her father's house and warns the threat of the music of Van Halen, and then the children who move straight out of Dune big cars, full of crap. People live in houses holed up terrified from the outside world, ravaged by war, as in "The penultimate truth." Two guys are unexpected visit to our reality and we see them turn to Venice by boat (a stargate OMG!) As if nothing had happened. That young man is only a novice, the old man has been training in the mysteries of time travel. Finally, the funeral of the two bullies being celebrated by an old caterpillar pitifully off the ground that their mortal remains, in a desert, and sand and dust and noise of machinery close the film. This
is the best science fiction films of the year two thousand, nasty bitch. There is a society destroyed by the conflict, surrounded by squalor, where nothing has value and all could die at any moment. But there are signs of rebirth, the nous that makes its way into chaos mechanical dell'anànke. This nous is represented by the Chinese, who secretly take possession of spare land and learn the secrets of the Orphic sew clothes from a teacher who works in the shadows and threatens life. Votes urban manners, bring order and harmony. You can not beat them.
In the economy of the Chinese film Gomorrah in the holding role that the European boats covered in Apocalypto. Now we see them, down from the boats, the indigenous Takeaway pieces of their shattered empire, an area at a time. One day, perhaps, scholars of the future empire trying to decipher the only copy of the Popol Vuh escaped the destruction of these natives, in between, the last exponents of this ancient lineage will sing their sacred songs shade of forests of twisted metal, concluding with a solemn hymns "I give thanks to Gigg."
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dlin dlon * *: Everything is falling apart. Perhaps part in Vienna.
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