Wednesday, July 25, 2018

Kino Stabia – Behind the scene

If you have a chance to join a Kino session anywhere in the world do it!

Monday, February 5, 2018


If you are passionate about Cinema you should love these ones...

           M (1931)

-         The 39 Steps (1935)

-         Stagecoach  (1939)

-         Citizen Kane (1941)

-         Casablanca (1942)

-         Notorious (1946)

-         Rope (1948)

-         Sunset Boulevard (1950)

-         Seven Samurai (1954)

-         Rear Window (1954)

-         Kiss Me Deadly (1955)

-         The Night of the Hunter (1955)

-         The Man Who Knew Too Much (1956)

-         Witness for the Prosecution (1957)

-         The Seventh Seal (1957)

-         North by Northwest (1959)

-         The Apartment (1960)

-         À bout de soufflé [Breathless] (1960)

-          (1963)

-         Bande à part (1964)

-         Le Samouraï (1967)

-         Night of the Living Dead (1968)

-         Rosemary's Baby (1968)

-         Once Upon a Time in the West (1968)

-         The Wild Bunch (1969)

Wednesday, January 24, 2018


Joe was watching Federer demolish the poor Berdych to reach, once again, the semifinals of the Australian Open 2018 edition

Joe considered "he could win his 20th Grand Slam... When was last time I saw someone beat him playing a truly impressive tennis?".

His job was so boring he didn’t have anything better to do than looking for suppressed memories. 

January 2005, Joe was an unpaid intern at the Roman bureau of the Associated Press, not dreaming any more to become a great journalist. His co-worker broke in the news “Federer’s leading 2 sets to 1 but Safin is playing incredibly!”.

He moved to the other room to watch the continuation of the match (“much better than making fucking photocopies” he thought) which turned out to be by far the best match he ever saw in a long long time. Federer played his best tennis but that day Safin was simply unplayable and won 9-7 the 5th set to reach the final of the 2005 Australian Open.

“In 13 years many things changed except one: Federer” Joe’s mind was back in 2018, “I moved from one state to another, changed many cities, I met literally thousands of people and he’s still there, on top”.

Bush, Recession, Obama, Trump, Starwood, Besedo, Teaching, Facebook, Twitter, WhatsApp, his first laptops and video cameras, being a trainer, catching intercontinental flights, making feature and short films, hanging out with cool people (and addicts of any kind), changing mind 20 times a day about what to do next, running away at the end of it all.

Ultimately start over.

He could write many novels and screenplays based on those 13 years where everything changed to stay the same.

Precisely like the best tennis player he ever saw

Friday, December 15, 2017


Joe was back to work very jet-lagged. 

He started the day checking online news just to see what he'd missed in the previous 2 weeks. “How was California?” Quinta asked, Joe cut it short “I preferred Nevada”

A couple of hours later he considered if there was any point in continuing his martyrdom. Still undecided he opted for a coffee. When he got in the kitchen he bumped into Yuri who smiled at him “You look pretty fucked up”. Joe answered in a flash “I landed last night flying all the way from San Francisco, how the hell am I supposed to look like?”. Yuri turned puzzled “how come you didn’t ring sick?”, Joe looked down on him “I never ring sick, you should know that by now”. 

Yuri shook his head in disbelief “And how do you reckon you will enjoy the concert tonight without any rest?”. Something dawned on Joe “The concert?”. Yuri retorted “Soundgarden, remember? We bought the tickets 6 months ago…”. “Scheiße, I’d forgotten about that!”. Yuri left still shaking his head in disbelief. 

Joe used all his resources to finish the working day without damages. Afterwards, he ran home, changed his clothes and rushed to the O2 to watch Cornell & Co for the first time in his life. Yuri smiled at him “You made it! I was not so sure this morning”, Joe fancied himself “People tend to underestimate me”. 

When the supporting band was about to finish an unknown number called. “Who is this?” Joe answered annoyed. “Luke! Do I need to take a cab?”. Joe didn’t get it “What are you talking about?”, Luke retorted “Soundgarden! Have they started yet?”. Joe got even more confused “How do you know I’m here, we haven’t talked in 2 years…”. “Where else could you possibly be today?”. Luke’s voice sounded so definitive Joe couldn’t help saying “They will start in 5 minutes, get a taxi, I’ll hold a standing space for you, we are pretty close to the stage”. 

Luke arrived on time, the 3 of them enjoyed a good but slightly sad concert. However, none of them could anticipate they would never have a chance to see Cornell again. Joe, still dizzy from the US trip, couldn’t stop thinking about Luke’s words “Where else could you possibly be today?”. Was that a good thing? Or just a sign of predictability? 

Very confused he looked at Chris who was saying “My Wave was written for the first Iraq War: most people don’t look out of their own garden, we should care instead if we want to make the world a better place”. Cornell seemed genuinely moved while saying these words. 

Joe felt a connection for the vulnerability shown a by someone always imagined as a happy, successful superstar. “It’s only you and Eddie left, kick the ghosts away Chris” Joe sensed Nostalgia for the teen-aging time when he picked the name Cornell for his email to be. 

The concert ended with a strange sadness and Joe couldn't help but walk back home with a nirvanian sensation not to be the only one…

Tuesday, November 21, 2017

Elezioni 2018: cosa accadra'

Lo dico a Novembre 2017 con 5 mesi di anticipo sperando che le cose non vadano come prevedo nel video perche’ se cio accadesse avremmo la conferma di 2 cose:

  1. Votare e’ inutile
  2. Gli italiani sono gran coglioni che si credono furbi...

Friday, October 13, 2017


Knowing my passion for r&r people often ask me “How come you consider Muhoney the greatest? It makes no sense”.

I never liked perfection, it bores me to death.

I never adored artists who were universally acknowledged as the greatest.

I like seminal creators who start cultural movements that change things for real without being credited by the mass.

When you are at a small concert, and you look at a stranger and the 2 of you wink there’s no need to talk. Because you 2 know.

I adore those who create little masterpieces without ever losing contact with reality, probably due to lack of mass success.

And when you go see them 20 years later they give you same emotions


Who says Eddie Vedder is the last grunge singer alive knows nothing about Seattle sound...

Friday, September 29, 2017


“Could you give us an example of when you had to act quickly showing proactivity?" the young lady interviewer asked the candidate the standard question while the older colleague nodded.

 "Yes” Igor responded, “I retained a Platinum client who threatened to rip his membership card; he spent a lot of money in the company hotels and was very upset: I called him straight away, gave him half of what he demanded and cooled him off. Losing him would have been a disaster, I got a commendation for that by the way".

The 2 lady examiners nodded, pleased with that response.

Igor started to believe he was close to getting the job.

"One last question and we are done" the older lady interviewer said, "can you tell us if you ever took an initiative that made your boss change a decision turning out to be beneficial for the company? "

Igor's facial expression changed drastically, "What the fuck is this? "

Both ladies got shocked, “I beg your pardon?” said the older one.

"Why don’t you ask the appropriate question: can you fit into this role? Can you become our puppy, never discuss the guidelines that come from above? Be a performer? Not question incomprehensible choices? Be like those 2 fat cows who drink our shitty coffee 3 times a day as if it tasted good? If you convince us and if you prove it in the next 6 month-probation you will become a proud member of our living dead company!”

The two ladies stared at the guy in disbelief.

“Why did you apply for this job if you see things that way?”

The answer came in a flash “because I need the money. and because God hates us all”...

Tuesday, August 29, 2017


Ever since I turned 20 I stopped checking actors and started following directors.

However, I remember a bunch of acting performances that I can’t forget and I really doubt they will ever be bettered.


 1)     Pierre Lorre – M

 2)     Orson Wells - Citizen Cane

 3)     Humphrey Bogart – Casablanca

 4)     Ingrid Bergman – Casablanca

 5)     James Stewart – Rope

 6)     Toshirô Mifune – Seven Samurai

 7)     Cary Grant – North by Northwest

 8)     Jack Lemmon - The Apartment

 9)     Liv Ullmann – Persona

10)    Marlon Brando – The Godfather 

Tuesday, August 22, 2017


The “Godfather of Gore” Lucio Fulci predicted in the early 90s “Cinema won’t survive this era. Why? It can only be made for real in America since the real money is there. But they have no ideas. From now on you will only see remakes and sequels”

The one and only George Romero was asked last year “Why modern directors don’t make movies that show their personal view anymore?”. Romero answered in a flash “Why would they? Nobody cares what they really think. Besides, they know very well if they look for a budget they need to propose movies which don’t upset anyone. When they look for a distribution they know far too well what kind of product is likely to be financed”. 

Only real Independent Cinema can make real films: movies which look for something more than pure revenue (i.e. Art concept).

The problem for Independent Cinema is

1)     To exist a movie needs to be seen.
2)     To be seen a film needs a distribution
3)     Distributors just look for money (isn’t it Netflix?) so won’t take risks, they won’t show real movies, those which dare. That’s it.

Hence: Cinema is dead, long live the Cinema...