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In an episode of the (beautiful) comic book series " Y: The Last Man " (read it, I will impose! ) is a deadly clash between Yorick, the protagonist, and his sister Hero . The latter has just been stained with murder and her brother in the face point a gun and shouted: " Sister or not, you just crossed the Rubicon, fuck . The reaction of Hero is amazing: watches as the barrel of the gun is just inches from his face and asks him what the Rubicon and what it's like that phrase! He hesitates, insists that it is a way of saying to indicate that she has crossed the line, but Hero insists he wants to know what exactly the Rubicon. Given the scene changes and babbling of Yorick, the girl confessed that she hated the unconditional love that the Father reserves to "read" my son, especially since all convinced that this culture staff, in fact, was a bluff. "We like to show off those crap you learn by heart from books, but do not understand the world. Not like me."

Do you know why I write this? Because the more time passes and the more I think that in this country there is a large group of "spin doctors " who believe they can quibble, and stain to challenge only on the basis of a series of concepts learned on the fly, almost always from the same source . We stack a set of beliefs and hurl themselves in where insults against those who seem to clash with their beliefs, attacking so as to prevent the other to "go deeper" with any questions that might create discomfort nell'arrogante aggressor. Personally I always try to face discussions or against adopting the attitude best suited to my knowledge of the subject: I know less and less arrogant shows me in fear of being disgraced (rightly) of who is more knowledgeable than me. Clearly this attitude is now ancient and out of place.

recently known the custom of TV programs based on specific Information for build a "vision of things " and, ideally, would not be a bad idea. The problem is when one only remembers ALL what is being said and not take it as a "Springboard " for their opinions ... no, what you heard becomes the personal thought, period! There is expressed as the characters you see in that program, if they share the views, sight unseen, not even for a moment we wonder if what has been said to clash with their beliefs ... the ones that floated in the lead up only moments before 21.00.

Inquire starting from the entry of qualified people is all well and good, but should not be the end point, but to Departure ! You start listening to those who know, confront different opinions and that is that the sensitivity, the character, the environment in which they live, their political beliefs do the rest by taking you to really understand how you think ! You can not, on the contrary, be regarded as neither honest nor yourself with others if you just parroting the opinions of others. Risks only that one day someone in the eye and sinking in with you a simple question, surely proving that without jackets notions do not have a personal opinion on ANYTHING.

The risk you run, in this case, is to become your burden to be the amplifiers and microphones.

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If this were a novel of formation I'm sure the author, now at this point, we will fall into one of those traps to cliché as banal as capable of making annoying and unbearable reading. I'm sure that would be obvious and marked parallels in the fact that my first memory of a movie on the big screen is an excerpt from a film whose main character is suppressed, a victim of society, unable to reach any kind of goal in life ... and the path taken by myself in the twenty five years!

I am equally sure that our fine author (auto psychiatrist by name at this particular juncture) Scale is unprecedented acidity against those who allowed this to happen, against the parents who chose the movie in particular, and not, as I know, "Officer and a Gentleman ," which tells of fortitude and courage in all sorts of bumps in their path ( also referred to violence, sex, harassment of soldiers abused and over ... I would like to keep all elements that are still far from my son when he was six years ... but never mind, I would not dare contradict this witty rant, not even to see that I could never see " An Officer and a Gentleman "that night because it came out five years ago!).

finally close his harangue, stressing the need of valid Reference Model, also in the Cinema, and thundering against the poor state of the Seventh Art, and only just now inclined pouring out nonsense, sex and violence to young recipients of our future.

Given that the last point up there is lovely because if removed from a context linked to the year 1986 and transplanted in our 2010 maintains its retrograde stupidity for the rest ... I would include all discourse over here in a container on which to affix the label: "Bullshit .

The fact is that I have become an insecure, difficult, boring, neurotic, imaginative thirties with a strong tendency to escape reality because of " SuperFantozzi " I ... the certainty that I would become DESPITE " SuperFantozzi ", ie a film that would have seriously put a warning about the risks they face in the near future! I would say that comparing me to one of the most unlucky of film history involves its own risks: in the next post dedicated to this "collection" (you say so? Mah ..) I do not think you will find a story even remotely as devastating as those that captain to the famous accountant and none of those ferocious humiliation which was usually used (as can beautify and make more glaring ones that I suffered and experienced ). But I neither believe that define a scene in this film as I remember the beginning of what later would become the most voracious passion, intense and totalitarian of my life can be an event intended to have consequences ONLY by virtue of its content and not its FORM.
I think this is the central point: that evening, sitting on chairs that are too big memory, which sank in but with a comfortable feeling, immersed in total darkness due to the lack of stars in the sky in that specific circumstance, entranced by a beam of light projected on a screen too big for my standards of a story that engages so many people in the same place here ... that night I realized that this business of cinema I wanted to know it More . I loved telling me stories, they were comics or books or fairy tales or stories, and half that I interpreted as simply an evolution of the most spectacular and grandiose tell something.

Obviously, these considerations have come just reflecting on this incident years later, at the time none of these absolute truths he immediately head in my head. I keep some sharp memories of the evening ( the scene of the film with the dinosaur Piscione, the atmosphere in the dark room full of people who felt but not seen ) but I am also certain that he had seen the film until the end: six years is unlikely that a child will enjoy 90 minutes or more then the film goes seriously considered the possibility that I fell asleep or after a few minutes he started to complain and convince the relatives to leave the room.

The next day, probably ( indistinct memories come back here), there was another trek to the beach, a few liters of saltwater swallowed and all that collection of activities so hopelessly equal to their same, day after day, but never boring or annoying when you're a kid because they are a DIFFERENT the routine I was used during the year at my house. Because of its apparent normality, there is nothing the course of the evening allowed to foresee that had launched the first sign of an all-encompassing and fundamental passion of my life, but it happened ... and this happened regardless of the film saw the room where the projected or kind of people who shared the film with me.

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We were on holiday in Romagna a small apartment and I remember very far from the sea even if it does not bother me. The fact that at the time found it beautiful to walk a long way to get to the beach because it gave me the impression of "win" the coveted bath but today I am inclined to grumble even if forced to drive along a road longer than expected to return home says a lot about how we can adequately ruin over the decades.
Once at sea, there was the traditional dip in the icy , during which I tried hard to put into practice the advice of beefy swimming teachers with whom I had to do in the pool of the village where I lived and invariably where I ended up swallowing a quantity of salt water can choke on the spot. So I just jump in where I could touch but also in those cases I've never completely calm, when I saw some animal darting between my feet, I was immediately aware that some absurd sea monster (Kraken a , probably) I was dragged into the abyss in a few moments. I was an imaginative child and do not think that this feature should be considered a quality round the clock. Sometimes it becomes a mental ballast which generates many problems where there are none at all.

The lunch was held strictly by noon, and once finished, I waited a long digestion period during which it was strictly forbidden jump into the water, otherwise congestion that, in the stories of relatives and friends, I would have dragged down as if I had a block of cement tied at the ankles. For me there was never a problem to kill time during those two hours and a half or three in which I could not swim, I had my cartoons, my games, my attempts to build sand castles in reality is often reduced to shapeless masses similar to the houses of his uncles Luke Skywalker in "Star Wars !
( For the record, even my unshakeable certainty about the risks into the water immediately after eating was resoundingly disproved several years later, when I saw with my own eyes a friend to throw the paper in which he had wrapped a sandwich after eaten and thrown with cannonball in the pool with no damage apparent ... that said, I still maintain the practice of waiting more than two hours before dive because I know for sure that if I did like the aforementioned friend drowning ... I bet there!)

At the end of the day at the beach, usually there waiting for a night on the streets of the town, of course, crowded with tourists during the summer season. I remember back in those places for a short break something like fifteen years later and the only detail that struck me was the almost total lack of entertainment for children. No rides, no free-range areas, a small games room where you go into making their way among tangles of school-age high school student intent on the Blessed Sacrament while trying not to waste the last tokens. I am not surprised that the only pastime that six years could be interesting to find the Cinema. An outdoor dining area, as is traditional in holiday resorts, and ready to show all the films from last season in support of those who had lost something. Given the fact that the DVD at that time did not exist and that the market for VHS was in development but not yet able to secure the release of a film in video stores a few months after his stay in the room as it happens now, these projections of the summer was a unique ways to edit some film that he was pleased over the years or recover those that had not had time to intercept the exit.

do not believe that this comprehensive explanation may clarify the reason why my first movie memory is associated with " SuperFantozzi " but I think that sets a good couple of key points: 1) Leisure activities Evening children at that time in that town were of little appeal; 2) an outdoor cinema showing films success to a few streets away from the center; 3) My family had discretion over the conduct of evenings; 4) My family had just decision-making power on the film that we saw in the case of movie night and 5) least 3 family members (because they should be included, in addition to my parents, uncles ... even when we went on vacation there was a tendency to create an adorable caravan) is not at all despised Paul Village and they would like to see " SuperFantozzi . Now add the numbered dots and see the emergence of a beautiful portrait of me, little girl of six years, sitting on a chair the size of which seemed gigantic to me, in darkness, watching the exploits of Ugo Fantozzi in Prehistory , amid the laughter other spectators.

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