<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3327653798181712242</id><updated>2011-12-14T02:55:20.932-08:00</updated><category term='TV series'/><category term='Movies'/><category term='Fragments'/><category term='Books'/><title type='text'>Ulysses</title><subtitle type='html'>A shared multilingual European blog about books, music et cetera</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ulyssesineurope.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3327653798181712242/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ulyssesineurope.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>the Triumvirate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16626860731497418004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>20</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3327653798181712242.post-1436311563506496052</id><published>2007-04-17T07:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T08:04:35.777-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Le vite degli altri</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.mymovies.it/filmclub/2007/01/090/imm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 152px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 223px" height="327" alt="" src="http://www.mymovies.it/filmclub/2007/01/090/imm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Le vite degli altri (original title: Das Leben der Anderen), by Florian Henckel von Donnersmarck.&lt;br /&gt;Martina Gedeck, Ulrich Mühe, Sebastian Koch, Ulrich Tukur, Thomas Thieme, Hans-Uwe Bauer, Volkmar Kleinert, Matthias Brenner.&lt;br /&gt;Dramm., col., 137 min.&lt;br /&gt;Germany, 2006.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also distributed in:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;English - The Lives of Others &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Spanish - La vida de los otros &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;French - La vie des autres&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The movie tells the story of the Stasi agent Wiesler (brilliant Ulrich Mühe), who follows his guidelines with chilling accuracy. His newest assignment is to wiretapping famed author Georg Dreyman (Sebastian Koch) and his companion, actress Christa-Maria Sieland (Martina Gedeck). Listening to their conversations, he gets more and more caught in their lives. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Un uomo dallo sguardo perso nel vuoto prende un ascensore nella Berlino Est del 1984. Un pallone da calcio rotola dentro, seguito dal suo piccolo proprietario. Le porte si chiudono. L’ascensore inizia a salire. Il bambino guarda l’uomo e chiede: "È vero che lavori per la Stasi?". L'uomo ribatte prontamente, da esperto inquisitore: "Chi lo dice?". E il giovane risponde: "Mio padre". Senza perdere un colpo, l’uomo insiste: "E allora, qual è il nome di..." ma si ferma a metà frase. "Di cosa?", chiede il bambino. Qualche secondo di silenzio. "Del tuo pallone...", chiede l’uomo, con tono stupito, come se non riuscisse a credere alle sue stesse parole. "Sei pazzo!", esclama il bambino, "i palloni non hanno un nome!".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E' il dialogo tra Gerd Wiesler, capitano della temibile polizia segreta della DDR, e un bambino che abita nel suo stesso edificio. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In questo scambio di battute si coglie il primo sintomo del cambiamento dell'ufficiale, addetto alla sorveglianza del sovversivo autore teatrale Georg Dreyman per ordine del ministro della cultura Bruno Hempf, che si è invaghito della compagna dell'artista, l'attrice Christa-Maria Sieland.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Il film, straordinariamente maturo per essere la prima prova di un regista così giovane (appena trentaquattrenne), descrive la trasformazione dell'inflessibile capitano della Stati verso la definitiva abiura dell'appartenenza politica al comunismo reale, incompatibile con l'amore, l'umanità e la compassione.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Premio Oscar per il miglior film straniero.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sinossi: il capitano della Stasi Wiesler viene incaricato di spiare la vita privata del regista teatrale Dreyman, della cui donna il ministro della cultura è invaghito. Dall'iniziale atteggiamento di rigida osservanza degli ordini ricevuti, Wiesler diventerà discreto complice della coppia, fino ad assumere un ruolo decisivo nel depistare le indagini della polizia politica sull'attività sovversiva dell'artista. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3327653798181712242-1436311563506496052?l=ulyssesineurope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ulyssesineurope.blogspot.com/feeds/1436311563506496052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3327653798181712242&amp;postID=1436311563506496052' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3327653798181712242/posts/default/1436311563506496052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3327653798181712242/posts/default/1436311563506496052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ulyssesineurope.blogspot.com/2007/04/le-vite-degli-altri.html' title='Le vite degli altri'/><author><name>Davide</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10485386706344274702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3327653798181712242.post-272300887088731737</id><published>2007-04-12T15:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-12T15:44:43.088-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Abortive attempt</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Background&lt;/strong&gt;: this was an experiment on multilingual communication among Europeans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Methods&lt;/strong&gt;: a blog on books, movies etc, in different languages but with an abstract in english&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Results&lt;/strong&gt;: for lack of time, interest and collaboration, this experimental blog has failed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Discussion&lt;/strong&gt;: future investigations are needed to assess whether Europeans are not interested in communicating across different Countries&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you all for the attention. If somebody will be eventually interested in picking up this heritage is more than welcome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao,&lt;br /&gt;Marco&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3327653798181712242-272300887088731737?l=ulyssesineurope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ulyssesineurope.blogspot.com/feeds/272300887088731737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3327653798181712242&amp;postID=272300887088731737' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3327653798181712242/posts/default/272300887088731737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3327653798181712242/posts/default/272300887088731737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ulyssesineurope.blogspot.com/2007/04/abortive-attempt.html' title='Abortive attempt'/><author><name>the Triumvirate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16626860731497418004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3327653798181712242.post-8008171614330997696</id><published>2007-03-05T19:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T19:41:47.048-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><title type='text'>Pan's Labyrinth</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://media.movieweb.com/galleries/3772/posters/poster1_full.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 135px; height: 199px;" src="http://media.movieweb.com/galleries/3772/posters/poster1_full.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;by Guillermo del Toro, with Ivana Baquero, Sergi Lopez, Maribel Verdù, Ariadna Gil, Mexico/ Spain/USA 2006, 119'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;The Labyrinth of the Faun (International: English title), El laberinto del fauno (Spanish), Il labirinto del fauno (Italian).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:12;"  lang="EN-GB" &gt;Ofelia is a little girl who lives two parallel lives. A real one, in the young and cruel Spanish dictatorship (but could be any other similar place), where the challenge is defending her mother and herself from her primitive and machist stepfather (an unrecognizable Sergi Lopez). And a fantastic one, in her imagined fairy tales, where once she was a princess then become a human to experience the World, and now she has to succeed in different challenges to get back to her kingdom. The two parallel words overlap continuously in Ofelia’s existence, and will end up to become as one. Will Ofelia turn into a princess again? Yes, she will, but in the real Wold, reaffirming life over everything else. --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Poche altre parole, per un bel film molto centrato (forse anche troppo perfetto), pieno di vita vera, in cui la fantasia è una riuscita estensione della realtà. Riferimenti mitologici (il labirinto di Creta) a parte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3327653798181712242-8008171614330997696?l=ulyssesineurope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ulyssesineurope.blogspot.com/feeds/8008171614330997696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3327653798181712242&amp;postID=8008171614330997696' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3327653798181712242/posts/default/8008171614330997696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3327653798181712242/posts/default/8008171614330997696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ulyssesineurope.blogspot.com/2007/03/pans-labyrinth.html' title='Pan&apos;s Labyrinth'/><author><name>Marco Inz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16461934429627619095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3327653798181712242.post-4274698106263213287</id><published>2007-02-27T14:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-27T14:46:52.901-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><title type='text'>Oscars 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.diariolasamericas.com/uploaded_pictures/23752_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 112px; CURSOR: hand" height="181" alt="" src="http://www.diariolasamericas.com/uploaded_pictures/23752_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Last Sunday I met with some Pittsburgher friends to watch the Oscar parade on television. They decided to &lt;strong&gt;bet&lt;/strong&gt; on the competitors, for each category. We filled the Excel sheet they had prepared (wow!) and we all put 1 $: the first and only prize was &lt;strong&gt;a free access to the movie theater&lt;/strong&gt;. I had actually seen only a half of the movies “in the arena”, so I didn’t bet at all in several minor categories. The only movie I had really enjoyed was Babel, by Alehandro Gonzales Inarritu: so, if you have followed the Oscars, you can imagine which could have been my final ranking. I ended up to be &lt;strong&gt;the last one&lt;/strong&gt; classified out of about 15 people (only 8% of right guesses). Which other possible justifications besides the bed result of Babel? I could comment, paralleling Aesop’s tell “The fox and the grapes”, that I am not really interested in the Oscars – and yes I do really prefer &lt;strong&gt;European film festivals!&lt;/strong&gt; – : in facts, I spent half of the Oscar night playing table tennis in the basement with a couple of other guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shortcuts of my impressions about this Oscar edition: &lt;strong&gt;The Departed&lt;/strong&gt;, by Martin Scorsese, was a fair movie. Good idea, well directed, good rhythm, but the last 10 minutes spoiled the entire picture. And I think it’s a limited movie, lacking of an own weltanschauung, of a more broad meaning or message. I really appreciated the performance of &lt;strong&gt;Leo Di Caprio&lt;/strong&gt;, who unfortunately didn’t win (I generally like &lt;strong&gt;Forrest Whitaker&lt;/strong&gt;, but I didn’t watch “The last king of Scotland). Scorsese is a great director, and he had to get the prize, that’s it! &lt;strong&gt;Babel&lt;/strong&gt; was not very new in his format (and it seemed to me less perfect than “Crash”), but had a human tension and was very well built. &lt;strong&gt;Little Miss Sunshine&lt;/strong&gt; was a very nice little movie, even if I found it kind of slow in some parts. I have not seen &lt;strong&gt;Pan’s Labyrinth&lt;/strong&gt;, by Guillermo Del Toro, which got several prizes as well, and I haven't watched yet &lt;strong&gt;An inconvenient truth&lt;/strong&gt;, by Al Gore. Did you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I really don’t know if you cared about my opinion…if you didn’t, &lt;strong&gt;let’s hear yours&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3327653798181712242-4274698106263213287?l=ulyssesineurope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ulyssesineurope.blogspot.com/feeds/4274698106263213287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3327653798181712242&amp;postID=4274698106263213287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3327653798181712242/posts/default/4274698106263213287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3327653798181712242/posts/default/4274698106263213287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ulyssesineurope.blogspot.com/2007/02/oscars-2007.html' title='Oscars 2007'/><author><name>Marco Inz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16461934429627619095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3327653798181712242.post-145708264240312127</id><published>2007-02-26T11:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T11:48:13.822-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bloc de Donat Putx: Mozart a l'iPod</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://donatputx.blogspot.com/2006/10/mozart-lipod.html"&gt;Bloc de Donat Putx: Mozart a l'iPod&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3327653798181712242-145708264240312127?l=ulyssesineurope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://donatputx.blogspot.com/2006/10/mozart-lipod.html' title='Bloc de Donat Putx: Mozart a l&apos;iPod'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ulyssesineurope.blogspot.com/feeds/145708264240312127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3327653798181712242&amp;postID=145708264240312127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3327653798181712242/posts/default/145708264240312127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3327653798181712242/posts/default/145708264240312127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ulyssesineurope.blogspot.com/2007/02/bloc-de-donat-putx-mozart-lipod.html' title='Bloc de Donat Putx: Mozart a l&apos;iPod'/><author><name>Dav</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10653047448673264413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3327653798181712242.post-7306342721467655006</id><published>2007-02-19T03:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T03:31:22.979-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Les Invasions Barbares</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_IU7OPhjPJZE/RdmISuTrjXI/AAAAAAAAAGo/cXGSvAoZPrE/s1600-h/f061_1[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033203913812839794" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 172px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 238px" height="234" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_IU7OPhjPJZE/RdmISuTrjXI/AAAAAAAAAGo/cXGSvAoZPrE/s320/f061_1%5B1%5D.jpg" width="157" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; By Denys Arcand. Quebec (Canada), 2003. Drama. 99'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Directed by Denys Arcand, this Quebecois movie won the 2003 Oscar award to best foreign language film. Following the last days of a womanizer college professor suffering from cancer, the film develops a story about live, friendship, family and the troubled moments of those sixty some who face ageing and death after a live of joy and soul-searching.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oblidant que el cinema és un mitjà fonamentalment visual, en Denys Arcand té l’encert de construir aquesta pel·lícula entorn el diàleg. D’aquesta manera, la història dels últims dies d’un professor universitari progre i hedonista, ens regala converses delicioses a l’alçada dels diàlegs de “Martin (H)”, un film d’Adolfo Aristarain amb el que té paral·lels evidents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El personatge central de “Les Invasions Barbares” és Remy, un professor universitari que retrata perfectament l’intel·lectual de tercera fila, compromès amb ell mateix, que habita en massa les universitats europees i americanes. Malalt de càncer en fase terminal, el fill “yuppie” amb qui té una relació difícil, arriba de Londres per facilitar els darrers dies de vida del pare. Amics, ex-amants i família, giren entorn el llit del malalt, conversant sobre la vida i la mort, resumint en algunes frases brillants el desconcert ideològic i vital de finals del segle XX davant el sentit de l’existència.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Una obra recomanable que combina ironia, realitat i dramatisme, amb l’habilitat d’encabir-ho tot en poc més de noranta minuts de bon cinema.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Frase destacada (aproximada) : “Hem sigut de tot: indepentistes, sobiranistes, socialistes, marxistes, leninistes, maoistes, estructuralistes, situacionistes... només ens falta ser: CRETINISTES!”.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3327653798181712242-7306342721467655006?l=ulyssesineurope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ulyssesineurope.blogspot.com/feeds/7306342721467655006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3327653798181712242&amp;postID=7306342721467655006' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3327653798181712242/posts/default/7306342721467655006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3327653798181712242/posts/default/7306342721467655006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ulyssesineurope.blogspot.com/2007/02/les-invasions-barbares.html' title='Les Invasions Barbares'/><author><name>Marc Arza</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IU7OPhjPJZE/St8rE5jp2_I/AAAAAAAABKQ/LBHDSHf1w4M/S220/NovaFotoMarc.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_IU7OPhjPJZE/RdmISuTrjXI/AAAAAAAAAGo/cXGSvAoZPrE/s72-c/f061_1%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3327653798181712242.post-2658155478738811868</id><published>2007-02-12T10:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-12T10:36:49.817-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><title type='text'>lartederzogno</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_N57muQT2FQ0/RdCy8bFoTKI/AAAAAAAAAC8/hEUsdjt0E6E/s1600-h/artesogno.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030717534906109090" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 76px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 107px" height="103" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_N57muQT2FQ0/RdCy8bFoTKI/AAAAAAAAAC8/hEUsdjt0E6E/s200/artesogno.jpg" width="61" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;A different point of view about the same movie &lt;a href="http://ulyssesineurope.blogspot.com/2007/02/larte-del-sogno.html"&gt;reviewed by Dawood&lt;/a&gt; some days ago. You can try to compare! Sorry, it was impossible to translate it from Romanesco dialect! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"GLI ARTISTOMATTI" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Recinzione di Johnny Palomba (&lt;a href="http://www.fandango.it/default.asp?idlingua=1&amp;idContenuto=987"&gt;link&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cestà uregazzeto rincoiionito peruvano che và avvive incittà essepenza io sò nartista incredibbile eallora poi va drento anufficio affà lefotocopie eppoi allora infatti sengarella della vicinadecasa perché è rincoiionita pure lei chenfatti è pure morto artistica allora poi lui sesogna deecose che umpo' sò vere e umpo' forse e umpo' no e umpo' sì eppoi fà delle invenzioni incredibbili tipo lascatoletta detonno modificata ercicciobbello ripieno deviti lasmart decartone eallora poi la regazzetta ie dice aregazzetto peruvano atté tevoiio bene massei troppo rincoiionito e nunzò seteposso amà perché te teconfonni tra la reartà e limmagginamento chenzomma magari popo mò che testòapparlà magari nunè manco vero. allora erperuvano ie dice osai checcè? allora pessicurezza namano in caciara telametto lostesso.micuggina seammucchiata couno inunsogno. mò infatti sotto lapanza cià uncuscino. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;trentagennarodumileccincue(Holiday 20.20 centrosinistra. Con il consueto odore di traghetto che ha questo cinema&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;This one and other Recinzioni at the &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fandango.it/default.asp?idlingua=1&amp;amp;idContenuto=978"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Johnny Palomba's website&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; (in &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fandango.it"&gt;&lt;em&gt;www.fandango.it&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3327653798181712242-2658155478738811868?l=ulyssesineurope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ulyssesineurope.blogspot.com/feeds/2658155478738811868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3327653798181712242&amp;postID=2658155478738811868' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3327653798181712242/posts/default/2658155478738811868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3327653798181712242/posts/default/2658155478738811868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ulyssesineurope.blogspot.com/2007/02/lartederzogno.html' title='lartederzogno'/><author><name>Marco Inz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16461934429627619095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_N57muQT2FQ0/RdCy8bFoTKI/AAAAAAAAAC8/hEUsdjt0E6E/s72-c/artesogno.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3327653798181712242.post-7124770799874863427</id><published>2007-02-10T17:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-10T18:00:35.689-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><title type='text'>Forum: contemporary italian movies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.k5.dion.ne.jp/%7Ecombat/LOVELOG_IMG/Il_Nuovo_Cinema_Paradiso.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 152px; height: 107px;" src="http://www.k5.dion.ne.jp/%7Ecombat/LOVELOG_IMG/Il_Nuovo_Cinema_Paradiso.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-US" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;After &lt;a href="http://ulyssesineurope.blogspot.com/2007/01/le-conseguenze-dell-amore-2004.html"&gt;Dav’s post&lt;/a&gt; I was wondering if Italian cinema is dead…this is something that we repeat very often, in a typical Italian attitude. And I think it’s not! The best 5 movies &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;of this century&lt;/span&gt; I could remember off the top of my head…feel free to comment, to suggest different movies and your personal ranking...in the language you prefer, of course!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" lang="EN-US"&gt;1) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" lang="EN-US"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" lang="EN-US"&gt;Le conseguenze dell’amore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" lang="EN-US"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;, Paolo Sorrentino (2005)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;              &lt;/span&gt;International titol: The consequences of love&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" lang="EN-US"&gt;2) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" lang="EN-US"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" lang="EN-US"&gt;L’ora di religione (il sorriso di mia madre)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" lang="EN-US"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;, Marco Bellocchio (2002)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;European title: The religion hour&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;International titol: The religion hour (my mother’s smile), or only My     mother’s smile&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" lang="EN-US"&gt;3) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" lang="EN-US"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" lang="EN-US"&gt;I cento passi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" lang="EN-US"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;, Marco Tullio Giordana (2000)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Canadian title: One hundred steps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;International title: The hundred steps&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" lang="EN-US"&gt;4) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" lang="EN-US"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" lang="EN-US"&gt;L’imbalsamatore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" lang="EN-US"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;, Matteo Garrone (2002)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;International title: not found&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-US" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5) "La meglio gioventù"&lt;/span&gt;, Marco Tullio Giordana (2003)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:12;"  lang="EN-US" &gt;International title: The best of youth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3327653798181712242-7124770799874863427?l=ulyssesineurope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ulyssesineurope.blogspot.com/feeds/7124770799874863427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3327653798181712242&amp;postID=7124770799874863427' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3327653798181712242/posts/default/7124770799874863427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3327653798181712242/posts/default/7124770799874863427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ulyssesineurope.blogspot.com/2007/02/forum-contemporary-italian-movies.html' title='Forum: contemporary italian movies'/><author><name>Marco Inz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16461934429627619095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3327653798181712242.post-3840676334184536601</id><published>2007-02-02T20:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T12:29:47.219-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><title type='text'>Dreamgirls</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="" face="verdana"&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="" face="verdana"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_N57muQT2FQ0/RcQJgOSslEI/AAAAAAAAABA/4mEiKslNldg/s1600-h/dreamgirls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_N57muQT2FQ0/RcQJgOSslEI/AAAAAAAAABA/4mEiKslNldg/s200/dreamgirls.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027153533249295426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;by Bill Condon. Beyonce Knowles, Jamie Foxx, Eddie Murphy, Danny Glover, Jennifer Hudson. DreamWorks Pictures and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Paramount&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt; Pictures, USA 2006. Gen. Musical / Drama, 131'.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;The tribute to the modern American popular music is becoming trendy: Dreamgirls shortly follows “Radio &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;America&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;”, by Robert Altman, who started this movie genre in 1975 with “&lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Nashville&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;”. Dreamgirls, adapted by a Broadway musical, is the story of the Supreme, leaded by Diana Ross, and in general of the renaissance of the Soul music in the ’60. A picture of the rise and fall of the protagonists of that era. The songs are too many, but the music is more exciting than the play. Some voices are outstanding, as well as the beauty of Beyoncè Knowles (Diana Ross) and Eddie Murphie wearing a red shining jumpsuit. Not bad, only if the theater is not showing something better on Friday night… ---&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Non molto da aggiungere…il film scorre, se non fosse per un sopravvento della musica sulla trama verso la metà. Quando per ogni dialogo sembra che debba partire un pezzo. Ma le canzoni, Soul and R&amp;B, sono forse la cosa migliore. Insieme ad alcune voci nere, alla bellezza di Beyoncè, e al mitico Eddie Murphy, che calza alla perfezione il personaggio (in particolare nella scena in cui prova al piano con tuta rossa in acrilico luccicante). Se non c’è niente di meglio venerdì sera… ---&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3327653798181712242-3840676334184536601?l=ulyssesineurope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ulyssesineurope.blogspot.com/feeds/3840676334184536601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3327653798181712242&amp;postID=3840676334184536601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3327653798181712242/posts/default/3840676334184536601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3327653798181712242/posts/default/3840676334184536601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ulyssesineurope.blogspot.com/2007/02/dreamgirls.html' title='Dreamgirls'/><author><name>Marco Inz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16461934429627619095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_N57muQT2FQ0/RcQJgOSslEI/AAAAAAAAABA/4mEiKslNldg/s72-c/dreamgirls.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3327653798181712242.post-1688089937052807992</id><published>2007-02-01T01:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-02T02:25:36.336-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><title type='text'>L'arte del sogno</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_As_U9WFvK70/RcGwqmpjH0I/AAAAAAAAAAw/JM-iBsMkvig/s1600-h/l%27arte+del+sogno.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 142px; height: 205px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_As_U9WFvK70/RcGwqmpjH0I/AAAAAAAAAAw/JM-iBsMkvig/s320/l%27arte+del+sogno.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026492905097994050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;by Michel GONDRY. Francia-Italia, 2006.&lt;br /&gt;Gael García Bernal, Charlotte Gainsbourg, Alain Chabat, Miou-Miou, Pierre Vaneck, Emma De Caunes.&lt;br /&gt;Fant., Col., 105 min, distr. Mikado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also distributed in:&lt;br /&gt;French - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;La science des rêves&lt;/span&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;English - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Science of Sleep&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stéphane (Gael García Bernal) is a shy young man who has just moved back to his childhood home in France from his home in Mexico, the birthplace of his deceased father. He goes to work at a novelty calendar company, but finds his job stifles his creativity.&lt;br /&gt;A cute and similarly creative young woman, Stéphanie (Charlotte Gainsbourg), moves across the hall from his apartment, and Stéphane soon finds himself attracted to her. His courtship of her becomes turbulent, as he has a hard time separating his dreams from reality. ---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La "casualità sincronizzata parallela" (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Parallel Synchronized Randomness&lt;/span&gt;) è quel fenomeno che si verifica quando due menti raggiungono una sorta di accordo profondo che le induce a compiere contemporaneamente e contestualmente le stesse operazioni, un po' come quando ci si incrocia sul marciapiede con un'altra persona e per qualche istante si improvvisa un balletto per decidere chi deve passare a destra e chi a sinistra.&lt;br /&gt;Il concetto costituisce la linea portante di tutto il film.&lt;br /&gt;Lo si capisce a partire dalla scelta dei nomi dei protagonisti, Stéphane e Stéphanie.&lt;br /&gt;Ma anche la vita dei personaggi è condizionata dalla casualità sincronizzata parallela, che li costringe ad una continua rincorsa reciproca fatta di slanci, di dubbi e di rimorsi, in parte dovuti alla patologica difficoltà, propria di Stéphan e trasmessa allo spettatore, di distinguere il reale dal sogno.&lt;br /&gt;Le sequenze oniriche sono realizzate in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;stop-motion&lt;/span&gt; utilizzando materiali poveri come cartone, incarti di caramelle, i pupazzi di pezza costruiti da Stéphanie.&lt;br /&gt;Nel sogno, e nel tentativo di elaborazione mentale della realtà durante il sonno, si trova il più evidente collegamento tra &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;L'arte del sogno&lt;/span&gt; e il precedente fortunato film di Gondry, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind&lt;/span&gt; (sciaguratamente tradotto in italiano con il titolo &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Se mi lasci ti cancello&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sinossi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dopo la morte del padre in Messico, Stéphan torna a Parigi, dove la madre gli ha trovato un lavoro come grafico in una ditta di calendari pubblicitari. Il lavoro si rivela ben presto arido e noioso, e fonte di depressione per Stéphan, dotato di fervida creatività.&lt;br /&gt;La delusione passa in secondo piano quando il protagonista incontra l'amicizia e l'amore della nuova vicina di casa, Stéphanie.&lt;br /&gt;Il rapporto tra i due è però complicato dalla patologica incapacità di Stéphan di distinguere la realtà dai sogni.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3327653798181712242-1688089937052807992?l=ulyssesineurope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ulyssesineurope.blogspot.com/feeds/1688089937052807992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3327653798181712242&amp;postID=1688089937052807992' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3327653798181712242/posts/default/1688089937052807992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3327653798181712242/posts/default/1688089937052807992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ulyssesineurope.blogspot.com/2007/02/larte-del-sogno.html' title='L&apos;arte del sogno'/><author><name>Davide</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10485386706344274702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_As_U9WFvK70/RcGwqmpjH0I/AAAAAAAAAAw/JM-iBsMkvig/s72-c/l%27arte+del+sogno.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3327653798181712242.post-7999510715588182078</id><published>2007-01-29T11:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-29T14:51:59.106-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><title type='text'>Le conseguenze dell' amore</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_oKf5qpVyazg/Rb5atKa9GJI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ui-KdLGfpQM/s1600-h/le+conseguenze.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025553966130075794" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="184" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_oKf5qpVyazg/Rb5atKa9GJI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ui-KdLGfpQM/s200/le+conseguenze.jpg" width="126" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;By Paolo Sorrentino, Italy 2004 (distributed by Fandango). With Toni Servillo, Olivia Magnani, Adriano Giannini, Raffaele Pisu, Angela Goodwin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;For those of you who enjoy to discover new things, new directors, and not so common stories, here you have an opportunity to see a movie quite different from the rest: appealing, bit philosophical, bizarre lovestory within the more regular sort of thriller frame. Keep an eye on the delicious black sense of humor of the main character. ---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;(Originally posted in: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://desdesants.blocat.com/"&gt;http://desdesants.blocat.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;--- La imatge inicial, atents, ja ens mostra que aquest film no se sembla a gaires altres: un pla de dos minuts d’una cinta transportadora amb un grum que porta una maleta. Després, la pel·lícula. Un home de cinquanta anys passa el dia al bar de l’hotel on s’hostatja des de fa, exactament, vuit anys. Sempre amb les mateixes rutines, el mateix cigarret a la boca i assegut en el mateix racó al costat de la finestra. Ningú sap què hi fa allí ni perquè s’hi està. Sóc un comerciant, diu. Però tot es desenvolupa a la Suïssa italiana i aquest no és un fet irrelevant. Lentament l’argument comença a prendre forma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;Un thriller on s’hi barreja amor, màfia i sol·litud amb una cadència lenta però apassionant que permet entrar en la psique dels diferents personatges. Sobresurt el de l’estrany hoste (captivador Toni Servillo), però també el de l’encisadora cambrera Olivia Magnani). &lt;b&gt;Amb cops existencialistes fantàstics, amb autèntic i sorprenent sentit de l’humor italià, amb extraordinària habilitat per al suspens&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;Després d'aquestes descripcions no és d’estranyar que la història m’acabés entusiasmant. El fum que surt del cigarret, l’inexplicable misantropia del personatge principal, la necessitat de l’amor. Tot lliga i et duu parsimoniòsament història avall. Les crítiques que he llegit després ho corroboren: una gran pel·lícula on tot encaixa com un rellotge suís. Ara bé, si el tempo lent us aclapara i la vostra companya es desperta a mitja pel·lícula amb mala llet, ho podeu passar malament.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;Valoració: Un enigmàtic thriller (sí ) italià.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3327653798181712242-7999510715588182078?l=ulyssesineurope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ulyssesineurope.blogspot.com/feeds/7999510715588182078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3327653798181712242&amp;postID=7999510715588182078' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3327653798181712242/posts/default/7999510715588182078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3327653798181712242/posts/default/7999510715588182078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ulyssesineurope.blogspot.com/2007/01/le-conseguenze-dell-amore-2004.html' title='Le conseguenze dell&apos; amore'/><author><name>Dav</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10653047448673264413</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_oKf5qpVyazg/Rb5atKa9GJI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ui-KdLGfpQM/s72-c/le+conseguenze.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3327653798181712242.post-3174656285115841519</id><published>2007-01-27T20:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-28T09:25:47.234-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fragments'/><title type='text'>Friends</title><content type='html'>"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;There is little favorable to be said about poverty, but it was often an incubator of true friendship&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Nelson Rolihlahla Mandela, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Long walk to freedom&lt;/span&gt;, Back Bay Books/Little, Brown and Company, NY 1994.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3327653798181712242-3174656285115841519?l=ulyssesineurope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ulyssesineurope.blogspot.com/feeds/3174656285115841519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3327653798181712242&amp;postID=3174656285115841519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3327653798181712242/posts/default/3174656285115841519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3327653798181712242/posts/default/3174656285115841519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ulyssesineurope.blogspot.com/2007/01/friendship.html' title='Friends'/><author><name>Marco Inz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16461934429627619095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3327653798181712242.post-2585898932880483357</id><published>2007-01-25T14:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-25T14:39:29.373-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TV series'/><title type='text'>Lost</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_f0wWtEi-poM/RbkvLxJ2bbI/AAAAAAAAAAc/YqgyfsTQVwE/s1600-h/clip_image001.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024098738528218546" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_f0wWtEi-poM/RbkvLxJ2bbI/AAAAAAAAAAc/YqgyfsTQVwE/s320/clip_image001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Created by Jeffrey Lieber, J. J. Abrams and Damon Lindelof.&lt;/span&gt; Pilot episode was first broadcast on September 22, 2004. Since then, two seasons have aired and a third began on October 4, 2006. Produced by Touchstone Television, Bad Robot Productions and Grass Skirt Productions and airs on the ABC Network in the U.S. Music by Michael Giacchino. Executive producers are J.J. Abrams, Damon Lindelof, Carlton Cuse, Jack Bender, Jeff Pinkner and Bryan Burk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;Plane crash’s not a new subject for fiction. Why’s that old-content TV series been having such a big audience? We hypotesize that 9/11 was the beginning of the Post-Teletransportation-Era. --&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;--- L’aeroporto è il vero protagonista di Lost. L’aeroporto è un limbo chiuso che fa di tutto per mimetizzare l’aeroplano creando l’illusione del teletrasporto. Gli aeroporti seri celano l’immagine esterna dell’aeroplano, il passeggero può relazionarsi solo con l’interno di esso. Il tempo del viaggio diviene, controintuitivamente, quello dell’attesa per l’imbarco. Il tempo del viaggio, sempre più in analogia con la materializzazione e rimaterializzazione molecolare del teletrasporto, tende a diluirsi fino a divenire trascurabile rispetto alle impacciate umane azioni terrestri di carico, scarico trasporto etichettatura, sabotaggio, guardia e ladro. L’efficienza della macchina nel neutralizzare l’effetto della distanza ridicolizza l’uomo nella sua materialità animale, lo mette di fronte al suo essere dipendente, i raggi X svelano l’universo umile degli oggetti servili, spazzolino e calzascarpe. La civiltà dell’usa e getta rende antieconomica, irrazionale e infantile la naturale propensione dell’individuo ad affezionarsi ai propri oggetti, agli effetti personali. L’avvenenza del personale di bordo, &lt;em&gt;il saluto del capitano&lt;/em&gt;, la celebrazione del comfort insita nella poltrona imbottita, nelle riviste gratuite, nell’offerta delle vivande diventa sempre più residuale, anacronistica - stratagemmi per anestetizzare l’affettività animale connessa a una concezione novecentesca del volo, quello pionieristico, avanguardistico dei triplani, delle turbolenze, degli ingranaggi, degli atterraggi di fortuna, del paracadute, della maschera per l’ossigeno. La fobia del volo, residuo evoluzionistico di un lontano passato da bipede terrestre dell’homo sapiens sapiens, innocua nevrosi da esibire vezzosamente. Lo spazio dell’aeroporto ha esportato la sua aterritorialità, il suo essere terra di nessuno fino ad annettersi il territorio cittadino; il suo magnetismo, la sua offerta di contiguità l’ha reso spazio aperto, dilatato, integrato e infine inglobante la città ad aggregare le metropoli in un’immensa conurbazione; il tempo dell’esistenza è diventato quello dell’aeroporto, quello sospeso nell’attesa del salto in un’altrove, quello sdoppiato, straniante, paradossale del jet-lag, sempre più subordinato alle convenzioni e distante dalla continuità biologica circadiana legato all’alternarsi del giorno e della notte e delle stagioni. Sempre più straniante l’etimo marinaresco del lessico aeronautico – equipaggio, salire a bordo, aero-porto, imbarco, rotta, velocità di crociera, nodi – legati all’immaginario e alle dinamiche polarizzate in senso solidaristico-regressivo (fino agli estremi del cannibalismo e dell’incesto) della “socialità forzata insulare”, tipica dei lunghi trasferimenti, del naufragio, delle società utopistiche e degli scenari post-apocalittici.&lt;br /&gt;L’apocalisse, per l’appunto, materializzata senza preavviso nelle forme di un aeroplano, nel cielo limpido del mattino, l’undici settembre duemilauno.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3327653798181712242-2585898932880483357?l=ulyssesineurope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ulyssesineurope.blogspot.com/feeds/2585898932880483357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3327653798181712242&amp;postID=2585898932880483357' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3327653798181712242/posts/default/2585898932880483357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3327653798181712242/posts/default/2585898932880483357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ulyssesineurope.blogspot.com/2007/01/lost.html' title='Lost'/><author><name>Incuilinus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17838943626415311316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_f0wWtEi-poM/RbkvLxJ2bbI/AAAAAAAAAAc/YqgyfsTQVwE/s72-c/clip_image001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3327653798181712242.post-8448332714548466739</id><published>2007-01-24T03:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-24T11:25:48.714-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><title type='text'>Figlia di una vestaglia blu</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1RixLkdBCDg/RbdHvkgU_TI/AAAAAAAAAAU/tz_knAZ0gEs/s1600-h/figlia+di+una+vestaglia+blu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023562791933771058" style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1RixLkdBCDg/RbdHvkgU_TI/AAAAAAAAAAU/tz_knAZ0gEs/s200/figlia+di+una+vestaglia+blu.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p   style="margin: 0in;font-family:Verdana;font-size:10pt;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Simona Baldanzi, Fazi, Roma, 2006.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in;font-family:Verdana;font-size:10pt;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in;" size="10pt" face="Verdana"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in;" size="10pt" face="Verdana"&gt;An italian young writer tells us about the workers world of her country between two different generations. Two different points of view interlace each other in a beautiful story of&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;love. Love for the ethic of work, love for men's history and above all love for a territory: the beautiful mountains of Mugello. ---&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p face="Verdana" size="10pt" style="margin: 0in;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p face="Verdana" size="10pt" style="margin: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p face="Verdana" size="10pt" style="margin: 0in;"&gt;Di Simona Baldanzi avevo letto il racconto &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Finestrella viola&lt;/span&gt;, vincitore del premio Campiello giovani nel 1996 e un piccolo stralcio del presente romanzo, che poi sarebbe diventato il capitolo Portone. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in; font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in; font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in; font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;--- Nel suo romanzo d'esordio, autobiografico, Simona Baldanzi riesce in un'operazione assai difficile. Riesce a dichiarare il proprio amore per qualcosa che proprio nello stesso momento e forse anche proprio grazie allo stare scrivendo tale dichiarazione, sta lasciando. E' come un fidanzato che inizia l'ultimo discorso alla propria amata dicendo "Ti amo ma…". La cosa mirabile è che riesce però a farlo senza che le sue parole risultino minimamente ipocrite o false. Simona lascia il mondo del lavoro operaio, il mondo che ama, che l'ha vista nascere e crescere una prima volta tra le lavoratrici di una fabbrica tessile e che l'ha vista rinascere e conquistare una propria identità matura tra i minatori della TAV, quei minatori, fratelli&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;al suo mondo per classe sociale, ma lontani per origine, portati in casa sua per straziare le montagne a cui è così legata.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in; font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Simona non è destinata a fare l'operaia, malgrado ancora in Italia esista, soprattutto in certi ambienti, una sorta di predestinazione sociale per cui il lavoro e la vita che si farà sono spesso legati a quelli dei propri genitori. Simona farà altro e tra le altre cose, per nostra fortuna, la scrittrice. Malgrado ciò non si stacca dalle proprie radici, dal proprio territorio; non tradisce né le sue montagne né i suoi lavoratori.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in; font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;La sapienza di quello che sta raccontando passa attraverso le storie, storie a lei vicine fisicamente ed emotivamente, storie anche diverse dalle sue private ma delle quali è venuta a conoscenza parlando con la sua gente. E passa attraverso un uso bello delle parole e del fraseggio. Un uso apparentemente semplice e molto preciso, così raro tra i giovani scrittori. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in; font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Nel romanzo di Simona Baldanzi la storia della protagonista si intreccia con quella dei lavoratori, della fabbrica che non c'è più, delle nuove gallerie, dei nuovi centri commerciali, in maniera delicata e sapiente. Se in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;La dismissione&lt;/span&gt;, di Ermanno Rea il punto di forza era dato dai dettagli tecnici e storici relativi alla fabbrica e la storia privata del protagonista sembrava quasi un pretesto, in questo romanzo ci si appassiona alla vita della giovane ricercatrice la cui vicenda viene narrata con il pudore tipico delle autobiografie. I piani che si intrecciano sono tanti, si scorrono molti ambiti della vita della protagonista, dal suo lavoro, così diverso da quello di cui principalmente ci parla, al suo impegno politico e sociale. Ci piacerebbe poter leggere cosa pensa la protagonista del romanzo, così caparbia, forte e al contempo delicata, del recente vigliacco attentato alla sede del partito comunista di un grosso paese del suo amato Mugello, sapere se pensa che possa avere a che fare con le continue angherie che quel territorio sta subendo in nome di una distorta modernità.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3327653798181712242-8448332714548466739?l=ulyssesineurope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ulyssesineurope.blogspot.com/feeds/8448332714548466739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3327653798181712242&amp;postID=8448332714548466739' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3327653798181712242/posts/default/8448332714548466739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3327653798181712242/posts/default/8448332714548466739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ulyssesineurope.blogspot.com/2007/01/figlia-di-una-vestaglia-blu.html' title='Figlia di una vestaglia blu'/><author><name>Francesco Beltramini</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-3E80pgM-BxU/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAfs/bvE2zRJgMOw/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_1RixLkdBCDg/RbdHvkgU_TI/AAAAAAAAAAU/tz_knAZ0gEs/s72-c/figlia+di+una+vestaglia+blu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3327653798181712242.post-5012183980168435892</id><published>2007-01-18T08:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-23T15:15:26.844-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><title type='text'>Death in a strange country</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://images-eu.amazon.com/images/P/0099469375.02.TZZZZZZZ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 77px; HEIGHT: 108px" height="209" alt="" src="http://images-eu.amazon.com/images/P/0099469375.02.TZZZZZZZ.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,102)"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Donna_Leon"&gt;by Donna Leon&lt;/a&gt;, Arrow book, London 1993, english.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also available in: &lt;/span&gt;German, &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Endstation Venedig&lt;/span&gt; (1995), Dutch (1996) and Finnish, &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Kuolema vieraalla maalla&lt;/span&gt; (1998), as far as I know. N&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,102)"&gt;ever translated to italian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Italian civil society and professional politicians have been recently struggling with the controversial present consequences of the Marshall plan, which, after 1947, disseminated NATO military bases all around Europe. In this episode, Commissario Brunetti, the protagonist of Leon's series, is dealing with a very complicate case regarding just the Vicenza NATO base…and unfortunately the case is about a really up-to-date matter as well. ---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...at one of the first clinical rounds, here in Pittsburgh, my mentor showed up with 6 books of this same series, perhaps overestimating my skills as a reader or my affection for Brunetti's character...though I liked this book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--- Un giovane ispettore di sanità pubblica della base NATO di Vicenza viene trovato morto in un canale di Venezia. La vittima è solo il coperchio di un vaso di Pandora che Brunetti solleva appena, e da cui emerge un caso inquietante, un grosso giro che fa capo alla grande criminalità organizzata. Donna Leon non teme il confronto con una questione difficile ed attuale (non svelo di che si tratta), cosa che mai si trova in Camilleri e a volte in Montalban, piu' concentrati sulla sobrietà perfetta della storia e della scrittura il primo, e sulla ricchezza di temi, scenari e citazioni il secondo. Certo rimane in superficie, e forse altrimenti non potrebbe essere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Il romanzo, nel complesso, è piacevole e ben scritto. Brunetti non ha nulla della personalità e dell'ironia di Montalbano di Camilleri, nè della complessità e del fascino bohemien del Carvalho di Montalban. Brunetti è un commissario più vicino alla realtà, un uomo intelligente, sufficientemente sensibile e anche cinico perchè conoscitore del mondo. Leon ha vissuto abbastanza a lungo fuori dal suo Paese - compresi 20 anni a Venezia - per non pensare che sia fuggita dagli USA: non esita infatti a tirare il suo Paese dentro il risvolto più torbido della vicenda, come non si preoccupa di far apparire mediocri e provinciali i propri connazionali. All'Italia non risparmia riferimenti a consuetudini non degne di lode, tipo l'inefficienza della burocrazia. In stile "camilleriano", cosparge la scrittura in inglese di parole in italiano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anche in un altro aspetto Brunetti è diverso dai colleghi celebri che ho citato: si rifugia nella tranquillità della famiglia per mettersi al riparo dalla frustrazione di doversi arrendere a un qualcosa di più grande. Come unica via di uscita, Donna Leon mette in scena un deus ex machina per lenire le pene del Commissario e del lettore, rivelando nel finale la parte più americana di sè. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3327653798181712242-5012183980168435892?l=ulyssesineurope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ulyssesineurope.blogspot.com/feeds/5012183980168435892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3327653798181712242&amp;postID=5012183980168435892' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3327653798181712242/posts/default/5012183980168435892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3327653798181712242/posts/default/5012183980168435892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ulyssesineurope.blogspot.com/2007/01/death-in-strange-country.html' title='Death in a strange country'/><author><name>Marco Inz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16461934429627619095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3327653798181712242.post-8511072952102720261</id><published>2007-01-17T06:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-19T08:12:43.027-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><title type='text'>Dopo il matrimonio</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_As_U9WFvK70/Ra4wCQTRCMI/AAAAAAAAAAU/T3kvxZgP024/s1600-h/dopo+il+matrimonio.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5021003449858328770" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 101px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 170px" height="239" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_As_U9WFvK70/Ra4wCQTRCMI/AAAAAAAAAAU/T3kvxZgP024/s320/dopo+il+matrimonio.jpg" width="163" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Di Susanne Bier, Danimarca, Svezia, 2006. Con Mads Mikkelsen, Sidse Babett Knudsen, Rolf Lassgård, Stine Fischer Christensen, Christian Tafdrup, Frederik Gullits Ernst. Genere Drammatico, colore, 120 minuti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Original titol: "Efter brylluppet". International titol: "After the Wedding". &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Jacob works in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = st1 /&gt;&lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;India&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;, in an orphanage. When the orphanage is threatened by closure, he receives an unusual offer. A Danish businessman, Jørgen, offers him a big donation. There are, however, certain conditions. Jacob must return in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Denmark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt; and take part in the wedding of Jørgen's daughter. The wedding proves to be a critical juncture between past and present and catapults Jacob into the most intense dilemma of his life. ---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Come spesso accade, i film da vedere sono quelli che i grandi media non si sognano nemmeno di pubblicizzare.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Dopo il matrimonio&lt;/span&gt;, candidato agli Oscar per la Danimarca, segue di qualche anno l'altro bel film della regista Susan Bier &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Non desiderare la donna d'altri&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Dopo il matrimonio&lt;/span&gt;, però, mi pare ancora più convincente e maturo del precedente.&lt;br /&gt;Merita di essere visto innanzitutto per la capacità di parlare di temi grandi come la sconvolgente sperequazione nella distribuzione della ricchezza tra "nord" e "sud" del mondo (tema che, più che da qualsiasi dialogo, prorompe dal contrasto stridente nelle prime sequenze tra le strade dell'India e i verdi paesaggi della Danimarca) attraverso le vicende intime, personali e familiari dei personaggi, legati tra loro da un filo che, da una parte all’altra del mondo, presto li costringerà a ripensare le proprie vite, il proprio passato, le proprie responsabilità.&lt;br /&gt;Il film si fa apprezzare poi per la bravura degli attori, sconosciuti al grande pubblico non danese, e per l'ottima regia.&lt;br /&gt;E inoltre per la bellezza della fotografia, fatta di grandi paesaggi, ma anche di primissimi piani di occhi, mani, bocche, a voler idealmente avvicinare lo spettatore ai sentimenti dei personaggi, descritti peraltro con molta sobrietà e senza concessioni al melodramma.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sinossi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jacob lavora in India, in un orfanotrofio prossimo alla chiusura per carenza di fondi. Jørgen, un ricco uomo d'affari danese gli fa un'insolita proposta: donerà all'orfanotrofio una grossa somma, a patto però che Jacob torni in Danimarca, dopo 20 anni di assenza, per partecipare al matrimonio della figlia del donatore. In Danimarca Jacob incontra Helene, il suo grande amore del passato, che ne frattempo si è sposata proprio con Jørgen.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3327653798181712242-8511072952102720261?l=ulyssesineurope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ulyssesineurope.blogspot.com/feeds/8511072952102720261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3327653798181712242&amp;postID=8511072952102720261' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3327653798181712242/posts/default/8511072952102720261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3327653798181712242/posts/default/8511072952102720261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ulyssesineurope.blogspot.com/2007/01/dopo-il-matrimonio.html' title='Dopo il matrimonio'/><author><name>Davide</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10485386706344274702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_As_U9WFvK70/Ra4wCQTRCMI/AAAAAAAAAAU/T3kvxZgP024/s72-c/dopo+il+matrimonio.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3327653798181712242.post-3418719524967984962</id><published>2007-01-16T20:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-19T08:13:03.235-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><title type='text'>La scomparsa di Majorana</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.letteralmente.com/public/majorana_03-11-05.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 94px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 160px" alt="" src="http://www.letteralmente.com/public/majorana_03-11-05.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;Leonardo Sciascia, Adelphi (Milano 1997), italian.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Also available in: English ("The mystery of Majorana", in a same volume with "The Moro affair", New York Review of Books, 2004 or Carcanet Press, Manchester 1987); Spanish ("La desaparicion de Majorana", Juventud 1995).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ettore_Majorana"&gt;Ettore Majorana&lt;/a&gt; was one of the young physics who, in the ‘30ies, investigated on radioactivity with &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Enrico_Fermi"&gt;Enrico Fermi&lt;/a&gt;. He was a genius, “like Galileo and Newton”, Fermi said. He suddenly disappeared at the age of 31. Sciascia's hypothesis is intriguing: Majorana first understood the consequences of radioactivity and hid out, whereas his colleagues participated to the Bomb experiments. --- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;Dei "ragazzi di via Panisperna" Ettore Majorana è per me il più affascinante. Faceva parte del gruppo di giovani fisici, raccolti attorno al giovanissimo Enrico Fermi, che dagli anni '30 si occupavano di radioattività. Ma Majorana aveva con loro, e con Fermi per primo, un rapporto conflittuale. Personalità schiva e, secondo la visione dominante, contorta, "genio di quelli che nascono una, due volte per secolo, come Galileo e Newton, privo però di ciò che hanno i più, cioè del senso comune", secondo lo stesso Fermi. Sul tram per l'Istituto di Fisica, al mattino, sviluppava calcoli per teorie come quella del nucleo composto da protoni e neutroni, poi conosciuta col nome di Heisemberg. Scriveva le formule sul pacchetto di sigarette che poi buttava dopo aver fumato l'ultima, nonostante le proteste dei colleghi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;La sparizione di Majorana è la materia centrale della ricostruzione di Sciascia. Non è un uno dei suoi migliori libri, niente a che vedere con la prosa asciutta de “Il giorno della civetta” o “A ciascuno il suo”, dove con pochi tratti disegna la Sicilia intera. In alcuni passaggi la scrittura è contorta, come un percorso tormentato di ricerca storica ed interiore. Ed in effetti è la vicenda che cattura il lettore: il mistero dei meandri della mente, che porta l'uomo a scomparire senza traccia a 31 anni, nel pieno delle proprie capacità, lascia spazio al dissidio tra curiosità, conoscenza, scienza, e la vita vera. I sentimenti e le ragioni dei reclusi di Los Alamos, che progettarono e realizzarono l'Atomica, forse non sono immaginabili, e comunque lasciano sbalorditi. Come se Ulisse, dopo le colonne, avesse trovato Hiroschima. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://it.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sciascia"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;Sciascia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt; ipotizza che Majorana avesse previsto, se non calcolato, lo sviluppo della bomba, e si sia sottratto ad una tale responsabilità: una follia così lucida da gurdare più avanti, mentre il senno dei futuri progettisti li avrebbe resi ciechi perfino durante gli esperimenti? O, al di là della bomba, solo una inadeguatezza alla vita, forse davvero il segno di una visione dall'alto dell'inconsistenza dell'esistenza?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3327653798181712242-3418719524967984962?l=ulyssesineurope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ulyssesineurope.blogspot.com/feeds/3418719524967984962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3327653798181712242&amp;postID=3418719524967984962' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3327653798181712242/posts/default/3418719524967984962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3327653798181712242/posts/default/3418719524967984962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ulyssesineurope.blogspot.com/2007/01/la-scomparsa-di-majorana.html' title='La scomparsa di Majorana'/><author><name>Marco Inz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16461934429627619095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3327653798181712242.post-2825549117859691317</id><published>2007-01-16T12:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-16T20:52:43.124-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Linee guida per gli autori</title><content type='html'>&lt;p   style="margin: 0in;font-family:Verdana;font-size:10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Come pubblicare un post&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;: se sapete usare questa piattaforma (Blogger / Blogspot) chiedete al "Triumvirato" (Fra., Marc o Marco) di essere aggiunti ai Contributors. Riuscirete cosi' - creando un vostro account- ad accedere alla sezione Posting (create / edit posts) e quindi dovreste poter postare in autonomia seguendo le indicazioni che diamo di seguito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p   style="margin: 0in;font-family:Verdana;font-size:10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Altrimenti mandate il vostro post già formattato secondo la struttura suggerita più avanti ad un membro già iscritto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p   style="margin: 0in;font-family:Verdana;font-size:10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p   style="margin: 0in;font-family:Verdana;font-size:10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Conflitto di interessi:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; evitate di recensire libri che avete scritto, dischi in cui avete suonato, etc (eventualmente avvisateci se volete comunicarlo sul blog). A proposito, siete pregati di non scrivere la formazione dell'Italia del Campionato del mondo del 1982 o un resoconto delle vostre fantastiche vacanze estive, a meno che non sia strettamente necessario e lo riteniate di interesse collettivo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0in; font-weight: bold; margin-left: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0in; font-weight: bold; margin-left: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Come strutturare il post:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p   style="margin: 0in;font-family:Verdana;font-size:10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p   style="margin: 0in;font-family:Verdana;font-size:10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;1. TITOLO: Titolo del libro (o del film, del disco, etc).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p   style="margin: 0in;font-family:Verdana;font-size:10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p   style="margin: 0in;font-family:Verdana;font-size:10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;2. IMMAGINE (OPZIONALE): Copertina del libro, del disco etc (possibilmente della specifica edizione che avete letto, ascoltato, visto, ecc): caricatela nel formato piu' piccolo e mettetela sulla sinistra, se è possibile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p   style="margin: 0in;font-family:Verdana;font-size:10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p   style="margin: 0in;font-family:Verdana;font-size:10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;3. SOTTOTITOLO (prima linea del testo): autore, editore, città, anno.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p   style="margin: 0in;font-family:Verdana;font-size:10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p   style="margin: 0in;font-family:Verdana;font-size:10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;LASCIATE UNA RIGA BIANCA tra il sottotitolo e l'abstract&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p   style="margin: 0in;font-family:Verdana;font-size:10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p   style="margin: 0in;font-family:Verdana;font-size:10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;4. ABSTRACT: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;in inglese, non più di 65 parole&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; (non specificate "abstract', all'inizio di queste righe, per piacere).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0in;font-size:10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0in;font-size:10pt;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;LASCIATE UNA RIGA BIANCA tra l'abstract e quanto segue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p   style="margin: 0in;font-family:Verdana;font-size:10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p   style="margin: 0in;font-family:Verdana;font-size:10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;5. Qui potete inserire (OPZIONALE) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;2 righe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; per dire come siete venuti a conoscenza di questo libro, disco, etc (dove l'avete comprato, trovato, etc, solo se pensate che questo possa essere interessante o divertente).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p   style="margin: 0in;font-family:Verdana;font-size:10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p   style="margin: 0in;font-family:Verdana;font-size:10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;6. TESTO DELLA RECENSIONE: nella lingua e secondo lo stile preferiti. Ovviamente non è permesso svelare il finale del libro o del film. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Numero massimo di parole: 350&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0in;font-size:10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0in;font-size:10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;LASCIATE UNA RIGA BIANCA tra il testo e l'ultima riga.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p   style="margin: 0in;font-family:Verdana;font-size:10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p   style="margin: 0in;font-family:Verdana;font-size:10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;7. TRADUZIONI: lista delle traduzioni esistenti di cui siete a conoscenza (Inglese, Spagnolo, Francese, Tedesco, Italiano, Catalano, Suomi, Corso, Greco, Portoghese, etc), se esistono e se ne siete a conoscenza.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3327653798181712242-2825549117859691317?l=ulyssesineurope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ulyssesineurope.blogspot.com/feeds/2825549117859691317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3327653798181712242&amp;postID=2825549117859691317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3327653798181712242/posts/default/2825549117859691317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3327653798181712242/posts/default/2825549117859691317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ulyssesineurope.blogspot.com/2007/01/linee-guida-per-gli-autori.html' title='Linee guida per gli autori'/><author><name>Fra.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03701472517903739639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3327653798181712242.post-6241545075374498035</id><published>2007-01-15T11:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-27T20:37:57.953-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Guidelines for authors</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How to post&lt;/strong&gt;: ask the “Triumvirate” (Fra, Marc or Marco) to be added to the Contributors, if you feel comfortable with this platform (Blogger / blogspot). You will be able to access the Posting section (create / edit posts). Otherwise send them your post, already formatted according to the authors guidelines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Conflict of interests&lt;/strong&gt;: avoid to post about a book you wrote, an album you played in etc (in case, let us know for advertisement). By the way, you're also request not to post the composition of the Far Oer Islands National Team at the World Cup, or a report of your summer vacations, unless it's strictly necessary and it has a collective interest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Categories: &lt;/span&gt;Reviews, Pieces or Fragments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How to structure the post&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;a. Reviews&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. TITLE: Title of the book (or of the movie, album etc).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. IMAGE (OPTIONAL): Cover of the book, album etc (possibly of the specific edition you read, listened to etc): upload it in a small format and place it on the left, if it’s possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. SUBHEADING (first line of the text): author, editor, city, year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. TRANSLATIONS: list translations to major European languages (English, Español, Français, Deutsch, Italiano, Català, Suomi, Corsu etc), when existing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;LEAVE 1 BLANK ROW between the subheading and the abstract.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. ABSTRACT: in English, &lt;strong&gt;no more than 65 words&lt;/strong&gt; (Do not specify “abstract” at the beginning of these lines, please)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;LEAVE 1 BLANK ROW between the abstract and the text.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. You can insert here (OPTIONAL) &lt;strong&gt;2 rows&lt;/strong&gt; to tell how you run across this book, album etc (where did you buy it, found it etc, only if you think this can be interesting, funny etc)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. TEXT: any language, style etc. (telling how the book ends is not allowed!!!). &lt;strong&gt;Word limit: 350 words&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; b. Pieces&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Report an original part of a book, movie etc; cite the author, title of the opera, editor and year after 1 blank row. You can give an appropriate title to the post (or only cite the title of the opera etc). &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Word limit: 150 words&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;c. Fragments&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cite one sentence (in bold); report the author, title of the opera, editor and year after 1 blank row. You can give an appropriate title to the post (or only cite the title of the opera etc)&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3327653798181712242-6241545075374498035?l=ulyssesineurope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ulyssesineurope.blogspot.com/feeds/6241545075374498035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3327653798181712242&amp;postID=6241545075374498035' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3327653798181712242/posts/default/6241545075374498035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3327653798181712242/posts/default/6241545075374498035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ulyssesineurope.blogspot.com/2007/01/guidelines-for-authors.html' title='Guidelines for authors'/><author><name>the Triumvirate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16626860731497418004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3327653798181712242.post-9137565067431350769</id><published>2007-01-15T11:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T16:17:38.819-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ulysse's Manifesto</title><content type='html'>Like &lt;strong&gt;Homer&lt;/strong&gt;’s Ulysses, our trip starts in the Mediterranean sea, trying to bridge idioms and cultures. &lt;strong&gt;Dante&lt;/strong&gt;’s Ulysses pursued virtue and knowledge. In a possibly greater challenge, we are going in search for participation, discussion and ideas exchange. We would like to bring our Ulysses beyond the pillars of Hercules and let him know Europe, as James &lt;strong&gt;Joyce&lt;/strong&gt; did. Maybe further.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a &lt;strong&gt;shared blog&lt;/strong&gt;. You can post your experiences and thoughts about books, music and other forms of artistic and cultural expression, and also advertise cultural events. In your preferred language. The contents and the style are also free. We just ask you to follow some basic author guidelines to make the post understandable and light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are looking forward to seeing this 2007 Ulysses having breath and legs to walk across Europe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3327653798181712242-9137565067431350769?l=ulyssesineurope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ulyssesineurope.blogspot.com/feeds/9137565067431350769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3327653798181712242&amp;postID=9137565067431350769' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3327653798181712242/posts/default/9137565067431350769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3327653798181712242/posts/default/9137565067431350769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ulyssesineurope.blogspot.com/2007/01/ulysses-manifest.html' title='Ulysse&apos;s Manifesto'/><author><name>the Triumvirate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16626860731497418004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
