Lady Stardust 
Going to the cinema here in the province is always a bit of a problem. The films arrive when they arrive, and very often their do not come. For this we must rely on a bit and be patient, sooner or later will give us some film club decide to fill the gaps of the previous season. But then the problems arise sinuous: the first after a few months I can not remember the film in any way I wanted to see the second I forgot everything I read about it and then I get lost. The first problem could be resolved on returning to turn moleskine movies that interest me. Already done, but does not last long, I forget and then usually after months can barely even understand what I write. As regards the second, well, enough to go and review two things but as you know the supply is reduced, the newspapers to stop talking about those movies and it all comes down to a few thousand magazine or that I read every blog on the cinema day. THE nonsarebbe that bad except that recently I would have something to say about it. In a few words last night I went to see couscous, moral winner in Venice last year, according to many well u NpO the director himself. Now if the objective of the director was to make us understand how we became racists I swear that has hit the full mark. Why do my nerves after two and a half hours of claustrophobic places filled with sweaty people screaming chewing weeping gave way. I. Stoic. What you watch the original uncut version of Solaris in Russian with subtitles. What they like Paint and the first hand-held camera. But no. Not here. Here we have exceeded all limits. Yet this morning I went to sno review the reviews. All cry out to the masterpiece. I cry at a movie too long, the Director advised the director of the Venice make a cut of 45 min but he no, no, let's keep it evil. I cry at a movie bad shot, because a director of the first Paini you do not know how you can adjust the picture and turns and not to throw the piece during assembly. I cry to my intolerance that had been buried for years. And 'I like the Swedish cinema. People talk a little. Assume expressions are making very deep. And do not sweat. And do not chew. Or if he does, he does so with the utmost rigor. Then I feel the problem that the film smells. In the sense that the images I evoke olfactory hallucinations. I imagine always smells of what I'm looking at CEH, crazy I know. Yesterday this thing caused me many problems. Tell me that I did not write this post. Please.
Going to the cinema here in the province is always a bit of a problem. The films arrive when they arrive, and very often their do not come. For this we must rely on a bit and be patient, sooner or later will give us some film club decide to fill the gaps of the previous season. But then the problems arise sinuous: the first after a few months I can not remember the film in any way I wanted to see the second I forgot everything I read about it and then I get lost. The first problem could be resolved on returning to turn moleskine movies that interest me. Already done, but does not last long, I forget and then usually after months can barely even understand what I write. As regards the second, well, enough to go and review two things but as you know the supply is reduced, the newspapers to stop talking about those movies and it all comes down to a few thousand magazine or that I read every blog on the cinema day. THE nonsarebbe that bad except that recently I would have something to say about it. In a few words last night I went to see couscous, moral winner in Venice last year, according to many well u NpO the director himself. Now if the objective of the director was to make us understand how we became racists I swear that has hit the full mark. Why do my nerves after two and a half hours of claustrophobic places filled with sweaty people screaming chewing weeping gave way. I. Stoic. What you watch the original uncut version of Solaris in Russian with subtitles. What they like Paint and the first hand-held camera. But no. Not here. Here we have exceeded all limits. Yet this morning I went to sno review the reviews. All cry out to the masterpiece. I cry at a movie too long, the Director advised the director of the Venice make a cut of 45 min but he no, no, let's keep it evil. I cry at a movie bad shot, because a director of the first Paini you do not know how you can adjust the picture and turns and not to throw the piece during assembly. I cry to my intolerance that had been buried for years. And 'I like the Swedish cinema. People talk a little. Assume expressions are making very deep. And do not sweat. And do not chew. Or if he does, he does so with the utmost rigor. Then I feel the problem that the film smells. In the sense that the images I evoke olfactory hallucinations. I imagine always smells of what I'm looking at CEH, crazy I know. Yesterday this thing caused me many problems. Tell me that I did not write this post. Please. 
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