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filmbruttesca in excellent vintage, 1987, director Joseph Merhi ("Mayhem," "Code Name: Alexia," and passing away of crap in crap) instead of devoting themselves to the family or at a very serious work, directing a film whose vision is able to destroy even the psyche of the "veterans" of filmbrutto users.

Plot:
A small family composed of father, mother, daughter and grandmother moves from town to town, with no apparent logical order, to address the need to avoid places where the mother (psychotic round) kills anyone who understood within range, with the support and the silence of the whole family.
When you step into the new house, which the director is careful let us know to be a restored church (note that the architecture is that of a villa any, so I do not understand why we have wanted to add this particular redundant and ridiculous, creating one of the many logical holes in the film), one daughter and parents born in a dialogue that spans for air immediately puts us face the fact that she is lonely because "no friends" because of the constant moving, and then the psicomamma decides to let his daughter a welcome in the home dog did pass the spot in front of the camera, the merry gang decides to baptize him as "bear", unanimously.
few chaotic scene to highlight the mental disturbance the mother (who refuses sex husband), daughter (grown nell'immaturità sexual activity because of the psycho-protective mother) and directed us propina such crap. First
murder comes in the house painter, his mother tries a collision worthy of the worst bar in Caracas, and he angrily responds with a phrase that sounds like: "I've had enough of the old whore that meeting because of this work." Manco was Califano ...
Rightly she pulls out a knife and sends him into a coma (oh yes, it fails to kill him despite the huge number of stabbings ...).
The father comes home and decides to bury the supposed corpse in the garden, without batting an eye, and she will reward the test fellatio with a blind loyalty, unfortunately, only hinted at. The worried father
now goes to a psychiatrist, and the fact hallucinatory phrases like, "I figured that in his study there were more plants!", Tries to convince the doctor to consider the case of the wife with rich expressions of pathos as "Doctor, help me, my wife has a thing for underwear."
But that same night ... the painter, still alive and in perfect shape, kills his father with a pickaxe, and only the quick reflexes of psicomamma closes the affair with a shooting.
From then on, the madness movie is exacerbated by the family weeps and buries his father and the painter (who finally died) without notifying any authority, and psicomamma takes the reins of the family.
The psychiatrist (driven by it's not clear what grounds) pretends to be a neighbor (the house is a secluded villa with huge garden, so it's not clear that the director gives meaning to the group of words "neighbor") and immediately became a family friend.
From here on, the plot loses its meaning, as the film becomes a mixdown of the most stupid sitcoms and a pathetic soap opera that can bore even the marathon of filmbrutto, and the only event worthy (worthy?) Of note are the love of his daughter for the classic cool of the high school (needless to say, opposed by psicomamma) and a beautiful appearances by a character that looks absurd that it seems the mythical Zlad that somehow reveals the identity of the psychologist as she and her mother are shopping in a supermarket.
The mother understands everything and decides to take him out ... The
knocks, the door in the basement, the ties around the waist with a bucket inside a hungry rats ("I picked up recently, does not eat for three weeks and "...), with a torch (?) Pushes the rodent to escape through the bowels of the unfortunate ... well ... great movie!
skipping patterns of weak story: the mother closes her daughter in her room, and leaves it there for days without food or water, and the wise Granny gets hero, grabbing a pick and turning to the back yard with tool in hand (no reason), it reaches the phone and tries to get in touch with the police ... but to lift the handset supports the pick and it is his view: die massacred between sprays of cherry grenadine.
I would not spoil the ending of this masterpiece of cinema, but I feel almost forced the boy of her daughter, an act of force comes into the house, the mother tries to lust but he refuses, she pulls him with a bucket of petrol and the threat of him throwing lit matches ... manages to stun the young mother with a straight face, free daughter who after days of total fasting in fullest form, the two lovers are able to struggle, reach the car, but the irreparable happens here: for a continuity error in the script, the mother in addition to being stunned at home, is also in the back seat of the car (if you wish to justify everything I could get to imagine that after being caught a chestnut in the face has only pretended to faint, and then take refuge in the car ... but what sense would it is best to think of a script error, it is more decent ...) and just the guy to the fore front seat the girl sitting in the back seat (?), there emerges from the mother with a lit match that ignites. The young
already washed down with gasoline, burned alive dies. During the inevitable burial in
home garden, his daughter, in a fit of madness or awareness or I did not understand anything from a shovel blow to the mother dies.
So the charge in the car and the two, and daughter-psicomamma corpse, leave the scene on the credits at the family driving the car. Comment technical

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The only comment I would make technical, on all this misery, is as follows: the definition thriller-horror may be well understood in the perspective which the director, the murderess, is trying to kill boring the viewer, unsuspecting victim.
Over and over again, while watching, I was tempted by press "F. FWD" the reader, not to mention hunger chemical successor to the 30 minutes, caused by boredom, which forced me to swallow a latte with corn flakes around 5 pm, various snacks, Mikado, and various junk food inedible.
The total lack of policy and quality in the intertwining of the scenes makes the encephalogram of attention is maintained consistently flat except for some weak peaks are exclusively linked to some trash parentheses.
The inability of the actors, delirious dialogue, the plot worthy of a pathetic collection of "little thoughts" style "I hope that I manage," established him as absolutely ONE OF THE FILM MORE self-punishing as ever.

Judgement: The
half skulls FIN is an opinion too large, and motivated solely by the price of the original dvd and inexplicably reprinted in business since 2005, ie € 1.

0.5 / 5

Warning:
one final consideration of a medical nature: having seen the movie, me and my friend Demonia ball, we felt bad, and the malaise has lasted almost two days. We accused: changes in pressure, distorted perception of distance, altered perception of time, inability to concentrate and total weakness, in particular, Demonia ball was caught by a crisis of rice by a successor of tears.
See that there is no way to consider these symptoms to something other than the simple single vision of Epitaph.
not recommend the film so firmly to those who suffer from high blood pressure and circulation, and are recommended to avoid driving vehicles for a few hours after that vision.

Country: USA
Cast: Delores Nascar, Natasha Pavlovich, Flint Keller.
Genre: Horror-Thriller
Who Recommended For opium addicts, who do other things while watching movies.
If you enjoy watching as well: Mayhem, dust backlit for an hour and a half.
Availability: Always and forever is too high.

Review Quarkonio and Sara

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yesterday with my friend Sarah I saw yet another filmbrutto .
name is "Epitaph .
Well, we may have exaggerated with the weekly dose, but since yesterday I have pressure changes, I have no sense of distance, I'm sweating cold, I'm hungry and I feel deeply stunned chemistry.

not look "Epitaph" .

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I love RPGs

For the umpteenth time, someone told someone else that I was a few days ago the Public Gardens of Iglesias, dressed in a suit, to participate in a role-playing live.

Since it is not the first time I've been brought up in similar stories, I want to clarify some things: I love role-playing games in their most noble, because I think they are the best of syncretism playful spirit, mathematics and art you might think.
Just because I love RPGs, I recognize the noble origin, and do not underestimate the importance at various levels (psychological, recreational, social), I know better than to participate in events that I related to my conception of role play.
This is not to criticize the form of "live" role-playing game: I attended for 2 times a year to "live" (fun way), the last time more than two years ago, and I must say that even live the GDR known to be very interesting.

What's not good, in my view, is completely irrational, alienating project an image of the GDR, by organizing a "campaign" in the city center, between the public gardens, among people who look and is unable to understand what is taking place in that environment, in a place where you could seriously hurt themselves with benches, walls, innafiatoi metal and more.
I do not understand what the purpose of this exhibition, if not the show itself, halfway between alienation and the danger of being seriously ill.

So I want to clarify, for the umpteenth time, I will NOT participate in quell'esibizione of which do not share the achievement.
By this I mean the same post also denied the report appeared in the Giornale di Sardegna "a few years ago which said that I was part of a group of RPG: I have never been (nor Held positions) a statutory GDR.

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The madness that meanders between us

few days ago in Villasimius (province of Cagliari, for his friends "continental") was beheaded a 17 year old Chinese boy at the hands of a 28 year old villager.

What I think is not good, the dissemination of news is that you are trying to make a cut (for various reasons, not least of which is Villasimius holiday destination and you might be a huge backlash from the economic affairs of this type) very isolated in the matter, almost as if that fool was acting crazy in the throes of a fit of madness individual, decapitating the poor Chinese boy because he is motivated by some kind of psychotic stimuli.

If we put it all really, I expected that sooner or later something like that would be blown out, for various reasons which I hope to explain in brief.
Villasimius is a country ("bidda" in our language) that up to 20 years ago he lived as a bidda, with all the mechanism of rules, subrules irrational and self-regulation, which exists in small villages, like someone who has lived in a village province knows.
Going to dig from memory I can perfectly in recent years to build a plot, an escalation of violence and madness, began with a local band that turned en masse to beat "foresus" (foreigners), with the continued boom in drug (destined to have a large following in the places where run a lot of money), to sporadic outbreak in the limits of the absurd, I recall in recent years: an assassination attempt because of a fight for a parking lot ended with a knife, an assault in which a boy was sent hospital (by a whole family gathered to Pest) for a trivial quarrel, and one episode if possible even more crazy.
Who was in Villasimius knows to be subject to suspension of all traffic in the central streets, from 8 pm until midnight. The people that accumulates in the town center, even after the lifting of the blockade, after midnight, for a pure reason of inertia, later to thin, often occupying the road they should trade cars. Some
years ago, the classic bully country, "blocks removed," he had thought better of his car LOAD people on the street who delayed to clear: the result was to provide tourists with various bruises, and produced in a daring escape from a (natural and sacrosanct) lynching general.

These moments of madness that the country has experienced, lived them to mere ignorance and inability to cope with situations (absolutely civilians) through the pack Creates subrules in this society.
It was, in practice, the impact of simple rules of civilization, with the "rules" of the country, to unleash all this.

No wonder then, any are the motivations of the last murder, that all this absurd madness has been unleashed in recent circumstances had to happen sooner or later.
Who knows what are the reasons: maybe this guy "foresu" (as if it were a sin to not be Villasimius) will say something wrong to fool 28-year old, maybe that was tangled up, or whatever, and everything will be concluded in the absurd murder.

What I want to emphasize is that not all the work of a madman, but the tragic consequences of a widespread madness that is throughout the country, and is manifested in the inability to live in a dynamic calendar.
That is, when it is widely believed, that to believe that what is different is wrong, then there is a serious risk that prevail across a set of moral values, irrational, and create the basis for these phenomena as "marginalization", "mafia", etc. etc., which prevent the society to develop in a sober and fair.