Un critico del The Miscellany news assegna addirittura 5 stelle a TUT...che - come racconta nell'articolo- ha visto in Perù su una copia craccata e doppiata in spagnolo...
Il senso dell'articolo credo che sia questo:il critico era come 'disintossicato' dalla sua professione quando si è seduto a guardareil film,così ha potuto apprezzarlo pienamente,al punto da dargli 5 stelle!!!
http://www.miscellanynews.com/2.1579/the-b...fecta-1.2322426I did not see any movies this summer. Not Toy Story 3, not Salt, not Despicable Me, not The Karate Kid, not Grown Ups, not even The A-Team. The opportunity presented itself to see Inception this weekend, but that got passed up in order to rock out at the Kid Sister concert.
So where do we go from here? This is, in fact, a movie review column, in which I happen to have no movies to review. Talk about dropping the ball, right? Well, to be fair there actually was one movie that I saw this summer, technically speaking. To tell you about it, let me paint you a picture:
The setting was my Peruvian host family’s living room, in which I was sprawled out couchant upon the carpet like a beached whale, drawing blanks left and right as I reviewed flashcards of Spanish vocabulary. Muslo. Crap, what did muslo mean again? Muscle? Muslim? Mustard? My memory was a sieve of information retention.
Just then my host sister skulked out of her room, moody from her seemingly never-ending case of the flu. She grabbed a random pirated DVD that was sitting on the family television, turned to me and demanded, “Quieres ver una pelicula?”
Yes, of course I wanted to watch a movie. Anything that gave me an excuse to put off learning the word for “thigh” en espanol. The movie was The Ugly Truth, starring Gerard Butler and Katherine Heigl, dubbed over in god-awful Spanish translation. And it must be said, this was a perfect movie.
I’m dead serious. Have you checked out the star count for this review? Read it and weep: five, baby. Frankly, I’m relieved that this has finally happened. It’s been a year since I began writing for the Big Screen, and from its glorious maiden voyage with Inglourious Basterds to its spring finale with Kickass, these reviews have stagnated in a despicable two-to-four star comfort zone. No sane human being feels an adrenaline rush when they see a review that plays it safe with critiquing a mediocre movie. When it comes to film reviews, it’s go big or go home: This five star review is long overdue.
My poor comprehension of Spanish meant that I didn’t really understand what was going on, and the quality of the disc was less than desirable. So really, I have no ground to stand on for giving this movie a review, much less a five-star one; judgment should not be passed until I’ve seen an untarnished, understandable version of La Cruda Verdad.
Screw that. Watching this movie was one of the happiest cinematic experiences I can remember. Let me explain why by sharing some anecdotes from my Peruvian experience this summer. Don’t worry, I’ll try to keep them from being too long or terribly self-absorbed.
In mid-July I made a hiking excursion to the dunes of Las Lomas de Lachay, a nature reserve near the Pacific Coast, a veritable oasis in the middle of arid desert-like plains. Near mid-afternoon I took a water break, and sat atop a crag on a grassy and mist-enshrouded knoll. From my perch I soaked in everything: the alien flora and fauna around me, the obscenely picturesque view of the plains to the east and the deliciously salty air borne on oceanic breezes from the west. After I soaked everything in, here is the exact thought that came to mind: “This is essentially Rohan from The Lord of the Rings: The Two Towers. Just with a lot more cacti.”
There was another time when I got mugged during Peru’s Independence Day celebrations. Needless to say, I was extremely frightened throughout the process of shoveling over a handful of banknotes to an armed man, squat and bespectacled, collecting the spoils of street crime from my companions and me. But once the robber had left, there was something that began pestering me more than the soles I lost. It was that I had been a million times more frightened by the first time I saw Paranormal Activity than when I was being assaulted by a man who legitimately could have taken my life.
So what’s to be gleaned from these anecdotes? Maybe that I’m pathetic: A summer in Peru is the adventure of a lifetime, and there I was unable to experience anything without framing the situation within cinematic parameters. But I don’t believe that’s really the case. I had many movie-moments like this in Peru, and none of them muddied my amazing real-life experiences.
Whether I was enjoying the scenery of Las Lomas, or being robbed at gunpoint, the visceral connections that I made to film made me fall in love with the movies all over again. I love the way they have molded my perceptions, the intense emotions and passions they elicit from me,
So that’s why when I sat in the house of the Diaz family with my host sister, watching a crap copy of La Verdad Cruda, it was perfection. All of the adventures I had been through reignited the cinephile within, and I couldn’t help but fall in love with the Heigl-Butler rom-com. Who knows, maybe if I were to see the movie today, I would pan it. For now, let’s just consider this five-star review as a love letter to movies.
And with this pedantic rant goes any credibility I’ve ever had as a movie critic. Perhaps it’s time for me to actually get around to watching Toy Story 3 and Inception instead of rambling about the nature of film in the Miscellany. Perhaps you could do better: if you are interested in writing for the Big Screen, please e-mail me at
[email protected] with a 400- to 500-word-long film review. And be sure to promise me you’ll find a movie worthy of five stars. Mediocrity is not an option
una volta tanto qualcuno ke ne capisce 
