embarrassed and wary glances have accompanied the waiting impatiently for the first blockbuster of the November ... A silent crowd waiting, ticket in hand, that the cord was finally dropped and shadows of the cinema hall would hide their faces drawn and, with them, the discomfort. Well, I can not negarvelo, but I was there ... Not sure why I was interested to see the latest Roland Emmerich disaster, but because the material was scarce for my reviews and I could not miss out - served on a silver platter - to enrich your minds, dear readers of an exciting new look in Pandora's box of personal fool ... What very funny this film was, in fact, just you wait. I met friends who have asked me looks embarrassed, trying to hide the evidence: wondering, sadistically, what did you see bell0?
Eeeeh, Um ... Actually tonight I came to see the latest film by Fellini Master (to say), but then others have insisted on seeing 2012 and so ...
Ah I see, I do Compliant ... What movie would you want to see exactly??
Nah well, I do not think that they're still transmitting! Why in the end, not without huge sacrifices moral, I agreed to see this meatloaf. But that sucks eh!
Yes, yes! I io comprensivo, perdonami, ma il film che volevi vedere non è quello che danno in sala 3??? Vedi??? E' appena affianco alla sala 2 di 2012, è indicato su tutte le locandine e cartelloni del cinema ... vedi??? Proprio lì, sotto al tuo naso!!!
Ah, ehm, non me ne sono accorto, risponde imbarazzato. Beh, che ci posso fare? Ormai ho i biglietti!
Che risate amici ... Cmq, alla fine, siamo entrati in massa, abbiamo occupato il nostro cantuccio nella sala gremita, guardato la pubblicità di Lino Banfi ... e poi via ...
Il film si apre con la solita escalation di notizie catastrofiche, i soliti volti presidenziali tirati ... e non ve la sto a fare per le lunghe ... Gli U.S.A., manco a dirlo, sfruttando news of an Indian scientist (and here I say here and deny it), they realize that the world will soon be hit by neutrinos, the violent force of evil, clearly of the Communist thrown recklessly by solar activity. The neutrinos will act on the center of the earth, unleashing untold disasters, such as warming the earth's crust, erupting volcanoes, floods, storms, the return of Take That, the sequel to Twilight, that Berlusconi is sleeping with his wife, who goes Bossi in bed with an immigrant without a residence permit and other disasters even worse, so that humanity is at risk of extinction. Now, I do not understand all the alarmism of mass destruction for a bit of healthy natural ... We care only time of the end of the world? No one had noticed anything? Yet the signs were so long! Between Villa Certosa, the Apple case, the Case Marrazzo ... fuck ... the only one who had noticed that the world was going to hell? You are tuned guys! It 's true that in Italy we are led to believe in miracles, including San Pio and virility of Berlusconi, however, by the boys, was to be expected! Shit! The Nostradamus had predicted, the famous bird of ill omen, ... and before him, Maia ... and before Jucas Box In an episode of Sunday ... and mo, you do co ste pull faces drawn, yelling at the wolf in wolf without a minimum glimmer of dignity? Incredible, I'm thinking that we are so fools who, after all, the Armageddon can only be a blessing! Anyway, back to the work that has cheered my evening, I will tell you when the world began to crumble, it has been understood as the straight ... Frightful chasms that swallowed whole, worse than Cicciolina on vacation, huge tidal waves which submerged the city and volcanoes erupting, worse than a Congress in Padania Bossi ... Our hero, Jackson, writer unknown, separate (his wife beautiful, if now is really to be a loser ... unwatchable as it is needless to say) has two dependent children, a girl, with a skull tattooed on his hat piss and incontinent, and a son who, to define a finger ass is a nice euphemism ... Our Jack, portrait of the labors of the world charged like monkeys on my back, discovered the impending disaster, recover arms and baggage, family, the loser and steal a plane at the airport. Incredibly, the loser is useful, from its unique flying lessons ... and it risks ending in a pit, because instead of taking off, it continues to bother with the belt ... because security is an imperative ... and then make certain fines! MA is a jerk and, therefore, we must pity. The plane, however, takes off and runs through the apocalyptic destruction that only American movies can provide. The mission is simple: to reach a radio amateur reporter, rather mad, who announced that the Government, even though he knew the crime for three years, said nothing and had built ships to save the chosen few. As the Fool has a map indicating the location where you would find the ships, our go to look for the signs, as passers-by, uncooperative, saying that it is not the place. The Mad, called Foolish II, is located near the epicenter of a big volcano eruption. Needless to say what our heroes had to go to retrieve the maps ... Finally ... maps in hand, it turns out that the ships were built there and, by none other than China! As well! This will prove to be a serious own goal, but we will be back! Cmq, il caso vuole che i nostri, che chiaramente per arrivare in Cina hanno bisogno di un aereo intercontinentale, all'aeroporto incontrano un magnate russo, con prole a carico (i figlioli sono così brutti che sorge il sospetto rappresentino, nelle intenzioni di regista e sceneggiatore, tutto l'orrore del mondo in disfacimento), al quale si accodano per volare su di un Jumbo che Coglione I (si rammenti, con una sola lezione di volo) si mette a pilotare! - Ma d'altronde possiamo credere, da buoni boccaloni italiani, che , avendo pilotato un ultraleggero 1 volta, ormai abbia acquisito l'esperienza per pilotare anche un aereo di linea ... Un'altro poco e l'avremmo visto al fianco di Tom Cruise, tra i Top Gun a spararare ai russi con il nome battlefield, "Sparvierich" - Just to prove that the despair and ammmore has to climb the highest peaks and the money, sometimes, they can conquer every mountain and certainly bought the considerable synthetic tops worn by the beautiful girlfriend of Russian tycoon . Anyway, the flight, given the randomness of bad luck that accompanies our heroes, proves disastrous: In fact, at one point, the fuel is over and there is never a Tamoil at hand when you need it - not Agip agrees because gasoline costs more ... damn inflation! Ours are saved in the end, the everlasting said: If Muhammad does not go to the mountain .... And in fact the movement of the earth's crust is very appropriate that the continents rotate just enough to free parking for the plane just below the entrance of the harbor ... So our reach, among many other adventures, the arches built to save humanity. They even climb on the arches, but the horizon looms a gigantic new problem ... In fact, while in the harbor Tzunami arrival of thousands of kilometers high, the closing of the ark-made in China, needless to say - gets stuck and begins to take on water. Adds to the disgrace of the tragedy: The Italian prime minister, in fact, decided not to save but, according to the English Premier to close IN PRAYER! Oh, you say, asks forgiveness for his sins waiting for the inevitable? NO! Is fucking GOD, its subagent Heaven, because ', sleeping on the job, crushed inadvertently KEY END OF THE WORLD, AND IT WAS NOT EVEN SUNDAY - BE NO JUSTIFICATION! Therefore, God fired and took the Pope's blessing, has ascended into heaven and is seated on the throne of the Father, sganasciandosi laughing, crying while obsessed humanity: DAMN COMMUNIST CRACK, CRACK common judge, Bruce JOURNAL! Meanwhile, the ark is likely to crash into Mount Everest, if not the child with his finger in the ass, uncork it and decides to lend a hand to his father to unlock the mechanism made of toothpicks that locks the door, saving humanity . The family comes together again, as that in the meantime, the jerk, quite rightly, has seen fit to die ... and they are all there, slapping themselves on the back, to copulate and enjoy, making the ark in a real puttanaio, obsequious to the teachings of the Most High. Then one day, perhaps on Sunday, the bridges are opened and the sun filters in the faces worn by the fatigues of sex ... And a faint thought of hope rises silently from his eyes watching the horizon and the mouths of children sodomized stretches a slight smile. Finally, it's Sunday, a rest ... the Ammmore has triumphed once again and the nature (sodomy) was bent by the force few blameless heroes who have turned their manhood a "flag" against catastrophe ... The subjects of the new day watching each other warily, and many think it will not matter what else in store for tomorrow, for now they are saved, even with all the bruised and broken bones ... And so, given the time, know that moving is a risk of skin and stand still you can watch the sky through a porthole, a new heaven, full of dreams and the bearer of light. Humanity sodomite, after all, was born to suffer and whatever he does, if the take in the ass! And to stand still, you know, my ass hurts less. Besides, you can bet that, given the nature of Sodom, the loyal subject of the new day, like a whipped dog, with the light horizon and the carrot in the ass, will elect a new master! Life is a circle goes round and round, all hits you before, sooner or later you will behind. I realize that the message is really tragic and therefore, not to leave anyone unhappy, I would close ccon a message of hope, not fear, poor lost sheep, even if the world continues to beat, soon forget ...
