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Eclipse è davvero un brutto film. I personaggi mancano totalmente di pathos , i dialoghi sono improbabili e a tratti estenuanti (non parliamo poi delle pause infinite e ingiustificate che li interrompono, sottolineate da ridondanti primi piani, totalmente inespressivi di attori che qui, più che altrove, sono davvero fuori forma); la storia non è per niente coinvolgente, né tantomeno, divertente e il messaggio di fondo (a volerne individuare per forza uno) risulta irritante o disarmante a seconda dei momenti, e even, so to speak, anachronistic and veiled in a certain conservatism that certainly would not expect given the horror genre presumably (although, as we shall see, strictly speaking it is not at all) and especially given the target of very young she is addressing. Or are these youngsters are actually more "conservative" and "bigots romantically" to what you would expect? Not to mention the photography of this film and especially of director David Slade, absolutely flat and impersonal (except for a few seconds at the beginning that, again assuming the horror genre , was hopeful). But before you continue you need a mea culpa: I did not read any of the books by Stephanie Meyer, then I can not judge the literary, nor adaptation. Only judge the film itself, regardless of the original source, then. Although I have heard from many that there is a certain adherence to the literary text, and this film - in my opinion - really wicked also casts a shadow on that. However, how to explain the international success of "stuff" like this? It can only really be fully explained and always with the incompetence and total failure of critical analysis of the users? (It is clear that the film is intended for adolescents and children up to thirteen / fourteen and all the more any of which happen to be mature in the room, I suppose, and I hope to be there only as companions rather reticent, in short, out of necessity or mere duty against the former). In any event no. In my opinion this is not an excuse, or at least it would be too simplistic. Age, as the cultural references or possible ignorance, or specific it outright, can not explain success as undeserved. On the other hand even if simple and total lack of film it was, sarebe so general and widespread, however, that for this deserves to be investigated. The question more disconcerting, however, is the idea that, obviously, the ' entertainment in general shows that he made these admissions for children and young people pouring out sentimental a meatloaf, or rather sentimental, such a bore. In which the legitimate sexual impulses of the "normal" American Teenager Bella (miraculously - and quite unlikely to contemporary American society - came to the virgin diploma and above) torn between the love of the vampire from Bram Stocker bigot ever seen to this day and the imprinting Cupid (see "true love") dell'ululante Jacob, here are almost seem like a wanton nympho, almost unable to think of nothing but to join carnally with at least one of the two - or both? Even the young people should laugh at it, my god! should cry out, we're young, not decerebration! Okay this is a fairy tale that tells of vampires and werewolves in love, but that all human and ultraumana , ad vitam or post mortem, must necessarily be shrouded in mist of this annoying anachronistic and unrealistic not to total we would have certainly expected. But the meatloaf like they do. Or so it seems! Then review for Eclipse could at least provide an excuse rather than to emphasize the failings of the film, to investigate issues of sociology, that film, no doubt more interesting and far more frightening, Aihm, what this film manages to be about vampires. In fact, since the end of the film's success shows that the producers are right, or at least we have taken, we do not just have groped through this type of entertainment young (that is dedicated to them) to understand what they are and what they really think and in general can turn these young viewers today hardcore fans of movies like this, the third episode of a never-ending saga (not at all dismayed and disillusioned by the equally bad early two), which indeed they have tried, in around the net, even the best of three. Mah! E 'to say that he is not even the added bonus of a soundtrack as it was quite apt for the first Twilight . Because it seems to me incredible, I say with sincerity curious that any teenager, male or female, can find nothing attractive cosmic Eclipse. In this film, the characters mostly talk, talk, talk, but do not act. Are immobile. Schools to write one of the first things they teach aspiring novelist is to learn to "show" rather than "tell", the character should be mainly through action. You should not say "kind", but it is something that reveals his kindness. At most it should not even say I love you, but it should show his love.
But then, these kids screaming masterpiece here, should not be the same fetish of 'action-movie , should not be mavericks, revolutionaries, rather than the love splatter the saccharine sentimentality? Are not those of the fast at all costs and in every way, should not go in fibrillation for a car that flies in the air and explodes, for martial arts and the bullets in slow motion, rather than a chaste and icy dock? at least the boys lose? How can they get involved instead of the maddening slowness, of immobility rather Eclipse? And the girls? Really can simply make do with the muscles of the recent good wolf or the s-eye of the dead and powdered chaste Edward? It may be that in a bicep and a pair of eyes, none of them stop to think about what actually happens? That is nothing! And on what is being said and what is served up with their immature minds certainly poor, but hopefully, not at all stupid? And so they should feel offended by the mountains of simplicity and common places scattered liberally along the weft threads so riddled with silly and trivial, that even in the worst episodes of Beverly Hills 90210 or Dawson's Creek, had the courage to try ...
It is certainly not enough then some joke, I counted a total of two (one is the Edward shirt on Jakob and the other is the father of Bella on Edward, when he learns of her daughter's virginity), to raise fate of a work that takes way too seriously vice versa, without having, however, let us say, whence the least, since some will not shine, nor for the script, let alone for directing and photography and even for what is now become, especially in some genres, the inevitable, indispensable icing on the cake, or for special effects. Anzi proprio qui pare di essere tornati dieci anni indietro. Ma comunque dove sono i vampiri e i lupi mannari? Be’ che non stiamo parlando di un horror , questo è chiaro. I lupi mannari qui sono dei simpatici cagnoni a pelo lungo, che ricordano tanto quei peluche enormi che puoi vincere al Luna Park se centri tre bersagli di seguito. E i vampiri sono veramente troppo qualcos’altro. Almeno qualche canino, santo cielo, qualche rivoletto di succo di amerena che cola sul mento soddisfatto di qualche succhiasangue. E invece niente! Va bene rinverdire il genere, va bene trovare nuove soluzioni, certo non pretendiamo le croci, l’acqua santa e le corone d’aglio, per la carità, ma stiamo pur sempre parlando di non morti, being forced to feed on blood to continue to walk in this world and not merely on superhero comic books, model x-men, simply indestructible, or nearly so, and good to take a hand. Vampires that sparkle in the sun as if they were covered with glamourissine paiettes could bear it, but transform them in "aseptic" ice statues crumble at the slightest touch, or to be fair, the first well-aimed cazzottone seems too much. Obviously the purpose is only to deny the public any violent death (that of the vampires sorry, the only one who could feel sorry a bit ', in fact, is relegated to even out the field) and avoid any problems with the complaint, given the target to which we turn, once again. But this can not be just the excuse. And then this film is so simply and clearly bad, that it seems impossible that even kids naive viewers may not realize it. Now after seeing this terrible test of Slade, a film that had me convinced until the end, as Interview with the Vampire Neil Jordan, a comparison of this immediately becomes a film to be recovered and not to mention the television series True Blood (brilliant by comparison) and also the recent and rather obscure (though certainly not beautiful) Daybreakers, Michael and Peter Spierig (with Ethan Hawke and Willem Dafoe), between the ' horror and sci-fi and sometimes quite explicit in some scenes even nod to the genre zombiesco . In all these examples, with the necessary distinctions, the psychological depth of the characters, their consistency, the plot, the twists are at least acceptable, if not valuable, something that can not be said for Eclipse . But then, finally, who are these young people? Who are the young (especially those with a boyfriend as a result), that do not skimp, however, excited squeals every ridiculous appearance of Jacob (bare-chested and with bermudino jeans, model-when-Hulk returns to normal). And who are these boys who attend (Maybe too excited? Who knows) to uncritically itchy temptation of Bella, guilty of taking a liking to the less instinctive and passionate vampire ever seen (probably eats bromide, instead of blood) and which eventually will touch even get married (and perhaps transformed, ergo die) to experience the pleasures of sex. Does anyone understand them then these young people? Can anyone help me understand?

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The conceptual reasoning behind the various awards is truly staggering. Logic reversed dished without shame that apparently relies on the general inability of reasoning of the majority of Italians, or the lack of understanding of this majority voting. In fact it is admitted or that the need for a law of this kind is born as man Berlusconi (and he alone) has an extreme need (and with it the law on "interception"), for his personal history, for mode, somewhat ambiguous, to say the least, through which "ascended" to the success, or is inverted logic that should be a simple and obvious necessity in a democratic system of ethics. Or who are the best to lead us to those who arrive at the top of a nation and assumes the responsibility of government is, beyond the ideas and coalitions, morally irreproachable and even sufficiently (Or should I say, undoubtedly) honest. According to the PDL of a law as the Lodo Alfano is needed for the proper functioning of the institutions. We are told that in this country should be ensured at the top of the state "peaceful development" of its functions. And if you end up in this peace process obviously is not. The victim then can no longer devote themselves full and complete dedication to public affairs, having to devote to the processes. But if this concept is not designed "exclusively" for the personal and particular situation of Mr. Berlusconi, having to do so by a law that will survive, it means that in Italy is expected to more or less with a certain continuity and regularity to be ruled forever, now and in the future, people who may have trouble with the law. It is expected that is being led by rascals, cunning, dishonest businessmen, tax evaders, corrupt, concusi, it may be, in future, a rule in Italian! One thing is certain. Many disreputable people, with this law, when you feel they smell trouble, when they feel their breath on the neck of the judiciary, will not have to do is take the field to save his own skin. And so the question can be easily reversed. How easy will it, with this law, to draw more or less organized crime? When it becomes attractive to the Mafia - on that basis - to engage in first person - already do, is just the point - in our politics "sieve" - \u200b\u200bthat for now mostly working outside - and therefore gain a better impunity? Berlusconi ensure that itself, as we know, (it makes me laugh, but let's face for a second). He says that in his personal case, the "conflict of interest" does not affect his "good opinion" and that he has never profited from (and on this there was no need to legislate! Ahahahaha!). In the case of Berlusconi's no problem to the fact that he is not only head of government, including Minister of Telecommunications and both the owner, together with their family, of many of the Italian media (TV, newspapers, weekly magazines, publishing houses, ahahahaha!). Because he is good and honest beyond any law, we can certainly trust (ahahahah!). His is a selfless commitment for the good of the nation, all right, but who will guarantee for the future? Who will provide for those who will come? The laws, once written, are worth! If the honest and disinterested Berlusconi things work (at least according to all the PDL, which evidently does not see, along with most of the Italians, the total idiocy inherent in all this - or maybe see it very well - far beyond the limit of a total stupidity and obvious), who will provide for the future? But in the end, then, should not everything work in reverse? Should not those who intend to lead a nation first show with their actions, with the clarity of their lives, a degree of irreproachable? They should not only persons of proven and absolute confidence to offer their candidacy? No shadows, no skeletons! In a normal country we should not think in any case, to proceed as in the case Brancher, which indeed shows very clearly what I mean. In short, it is likely to offer the opportunity for criminals to use the policy to avoid the process. Think about it!
Also, I must stress that in the case of Berlusconi its problems courts have been an obstacle to good governance. Although it is true that thanks to several laws, awards, obstacles, requirements are managed in more than 15 years of policy to prevent any phenomena, it is also true that in recent years he and his closest associates have devoted most of their energies at this: "avoid the process." So it's not in public, but private thing, very private indeed. So even here the logic of "let him work," shows its inappropriateness and the stupidity of those who insist on believing.

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"I believe in good people and things I can do. And I think you're the most I know good and better than me at almost everything. That's why I did what I did and I rushed here. Because I think, rather, because I'm sure, we should do it. I'm sure you should slip into the ring and say yes before the first priest we meet or the mayor, because I know where he lives and would not be a problem. Just so. I'm sure you should do this one simple thing. Why do I need it, because I love you. And why would you know it very well. "
were sitting on a peeling green benches of the park near a river. An old wooden bench, engraved with typical teenage love and praise to the team. She looked down, perhaps watching l’astuccio dell’anello, che tremava visibilmente nonostante lui facesse di tutto per tenere la mano immobile, o forse no, forse aveva solo lo sguardo perso nel verde della panchina. La natura intorno profumava abbondantemente di legno, resina e fiori, e cinguettava, tubava, ronzava e li avvolgeva con sfumature di verdi e di gialli, di rossi e di lilla, di luci e di ombre. Eppure Marco non percepiva altro che il profumo dolce di lei, riusciva a vedere solo la sua canottiera azzurra intorno al profilo del seno, la gonna di cotone beige che le avvolgeva le gambe abbronzate e riusciva ad ascoltare solo quell’inaccettabile, inatteso, silenzio. Avvertì una fitta allo stomaco. La nuca si irrigidì e un brivido gli percorse la schiena, nonostante the sultry heat of that afternoon in late summer. Sonia moved imperceptibly look in front of him. But he did say that was good? A nice thing, after all. And he also said that she knew almost everything? And it was true or was he only saw her like that? And finally he asked her to marry him really? He pulled out the box, opened it, with an obsessive movements and began to speak. The way he said those things to her it seemed strange. He could not say exactly why, but they seem to written words, rather than spoken. He was brave, confident, had the right breaks, he starred as the joke would fatto un attore consumato. Le aveva fatto venire in mente sua madre, ciò che le ripeteva continuamente. Anche se arriveranno inevitabilmente i fallimenti, tu non perdere mai la speranza. Devi crederci. C’è una e una sola persona che potrai amare davvero e che saprà ricambiarti in egual misura. Una sola. E’ là fuori da qualche parte e se ci credi, finirai per incontrarla. Non accontentarti mai, figlia mia. Non arrenderti. E poi lui aveva detto ti amo, proprio così, e in quel momento lei aveva sollevato lo sguardo. Marco si era spettato uno di quegli ampi sorrisi di cui lei era capace, pensava che lo avrebbe guardato dritto negli occhi e che avrebbe fatto la sua parte, senza indugi. Immaginava che lo avrebbe baciato, gettandogli le braccia neck. But she had only moved imperceptibly look in front of him. But God! What does it do? Marco had repeated those words hundreds of times. He had heard, he felt the breaks, had enjoyed the sound and decided that they were fair, accurate. And now she was petrified, she had nothing to add, anything, even a sigh, he cracked that it was imagined perfection. Was her turn to speak and he could only wait. But why not say anything? Better to say no right away. Perhaps he had been hasty. But you could just say that it would be better to wait and he would understand, he swallowed with ease and it would be done for a reason. Or did not love him enough? Or maybe you did not love him anymore? No, this could not believe he did not want to believe. But what then looked with so much attention? What could be more important than that. The two women came running perhaps? Marco looked the same direction. A long, narrow shape, exhibited a perfect race, precise, rose from the ground with regular jumps as if drawing, with the distance, a slight sound wave. The other, round and large, seem to roll, crawl, feet wrapped in a cloud of dust, it seemed he could not break away from the dirt road. A Marco recalled the antics of Laurel & Hardy and smiled for a moment. Now they were close enough. One was very beautiful. Alta, austere, the thigh muscles which tended to every step in the white skin, shiny blond hair, pulled back and tied into a short tail at the nape, the smooth forehead, small nose and straight, his cheeks a sheer pale pink , purple lips, parted, which are showing a thin line of white teeth. But the other, certainly more than the pounds, her face was disfigured by the effort and the eyes dark circles marked by deep purple. Marco lingered on her thighs and hips as wobbly panna cotta. Then he climbed up to the enormous breasts that bounced with every step between the chin and belly fat. He noticed the dark red cheeks, mouth wide open, tongue resting on the lower lip. He felt even il suo respiro affannoso, quasi un rantolo che avvolgeva il silenzio perfetto della corsa dell’altra. Per un attimo ne incrociò lo sguardo affaticato e quegli occhi piccoli, schiacciati dalle guance ingombranti, annegati in un sudore eccessivo, gli parvero occhi conosciuti. Cercò di ripescarli dal suo passato, elementari, medie, liceo, università, ma niente. Per educazione stava quasi per alzare una mano in segno di saluto, ma poi si ricordò perché era là, si ricordò delle parole che aveva appena pronunciato e il cuore saltò un battito, quando realizzò che lei non aveva ancora risposto. Da dietro, lo spettacolo delle due donne che si allontanavano rapidamente, era ancora più surreale. Da una parte muscoli almost immobile, which contracted rhythmically with elegant tension, wrapped in a tight blue shorts. On the other fat that spills over even the suit could contain fuchsia stretch, like when you pour a glass of beer too fast and thick white foam mounts and inevitably overflows. What a beautiful blonde one! But another look at it right now. Sonia lowered his gaze again. So far he had not had the courage to look explicitly the case with the ring. With the corner of his eye he noticed that his hand trembled slightly, then went back to looking around the inscription many years ago. The first boyfriend, how did you name? Ah, here it is! Mau and Sonia. Little Maurizio had a smile so much fun, with his huge front teeth from the rabbit. How many years had passed? Twenty-five? Maybe more. It looks a bit ', their names were still there, locked in the scope of an asymmetric and trembling heart, crossed by an unlikely arrow. Fossil entrusted to future generations, at least until the coach would stay there. But it was not the time for the boulevard of memories. It was certainly not the time to wander. He waited. On the benches around some mothers with wheelchair parked on the side, chatting amiably with one hand while cradling a baby sleeping. There were boys and girls struggling with a book, or a week. And beyond two elders. One spoke so excitedly, looking straight ahead as if he was talking to a caller that does not exist. The other merely nodded, and a sandwich crumbled over the heads of birds piled at his feet. And there were the fanatics of jogging. Small children approached up to 1:1 scale, but only for a moment, then continued, returning to shrink until it disappears. And there were children. The largest ran, shouting like madmen, kicking balls, vying games, jostle restless, crying. Rather than preschool, precariously ambulatory flickered bravely on untrained legs. It seemed were tumbling to the ground at any moment and instead, as supported by invisible wires, miraculously proceeded, one foot before the other, declaring war on this or that insect. The world is as usual. The park offered the usual spectacle, no one looked after them, no one could imagine the importance of that moment. Sonia finally decided to look at Mark in the eye. He had waited too long? But no, after all that he had just said something so strange, that she would have been able to do very well. It had been only a few seconds, enough time to absorb his words. Sonia smiled and felt his hair before slipping in the eye and tickle her cheek. Marco wanted scream. He could feel the eyes bulge, a node wrap themselves around the trachea. Parted lips and felt that in a moment would come of all his dismay, his regret for ruining everything, for thinking so arbitrarily, and that was the right time. But it is a smile that? At last the eyes of Sonia. Mark did not know if he should say something, it would have been better to prevent any of its objection and raise the possible embarrassment. Or if it was better to wait a while. And then finally she did. Drove behind the ear, with an elegant gesture, the lock of hair that had slipped over his face. A ray of sunshine, fragrant cherry, perched on his smile and she reached out sull'astuccio opened, which finally stopped shaking. And while countless other things were happening all around them, and a kaleidoscope of colors danced, flowed and voices and sounds, like when you're on a carousel and the world's constantly running around, she finally, with all the simplicity of which was able, he did.
"Yes," he said.
It was perfect.

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