Friday, November 26, 2010

Uk Companies Ordered By Market Cap

Supergulp: Video De Maria at One Morning, the TV commercial (and on the radio Franco Godi 29/11 , when you leave the "Special Tex")

Here's the video interview given to One Morning by Guido De Maria Supergulp on November 19!



And yet look at the TV commercial launch of DVD collection of Supergulp, on sale from 29 November :




Nick Carter, Tex, Lupo Alberto, Spider-Man, Fantastic Four, Giumbolo, Alan Ford, Corto Maltese, Cocco Bill and other icons of comics back in 17 precious DVD dedicated to the legendary transmission of Guido De Maria and Giancarlo Governments, together with the Corriere della Sera, Gazzetta dello Sport on TV and Smiles and Songs.
The gem of the collection, I really miss, is the DVD's opening series, on sale from November 29, entitled "Special TEX" a number "zero" whole new that contains:
• "El Muerto" the first episode spectacular (since 1979)
• Interview with Sergio Bonelli Giancarlo Governments (October 2010) •
two completely new comics on TV, directed by Guido De Maria : Lupo Alberto and Eye Chicken
• And more: Spiderman and Nick Carter in two unpublished cartoons since 1981.

Plan expenditure of the series: No
"0: 29/11/2010:" SPECIAL "TEX
No 01: 06/12/2010: NICK CARTER
No 02: 13/12/2010: SPIDER-MAN
No 03: 20/12/2010: No
CORTO MALTESE 04: 27/12/2010: No
LUPO ALBERTO 05: 03/12/2011: FANTASTIC FOUR
No 06: 10/01/2011: No STURMTRUPPEN
07: 17/01/2011: The Phantom No
08: 24/01/2011: THE LEGENDARY THOR
No 09: 31/01/2011: Mr. Rossi
No 10: 07/02/2011: SPIDER-MAN
No 11: 14/02/2011: ALAN FORD
No 12: 21/02/2011: JAK MANDOLIN
No 13: 28/02/2011: FANTASTIC FOUR
No 14: 07/03/2011: NICK CARTER
No 15: 14/03/2011: MANDRAKE
No 16: 3/21/2011: GIUMBOLO

way: Mondays always' Nov. 29 (not applicable), 21:00, arrives on RadioAnimati , http://www.radioanimati.it/ , the "Special Franco Godi," the interview "Mr. Jingle, author of most of the music and initials of Supergulp (on texts by Guido De Maria), in which he speaks of jingles, soundtracks and advertising jingles of course.

Sunday, November 21, 2010

Information About Susten 200 Tablets



Once there were cartoons of EC Comics, and those, for comparison, presented by Uncle Creepy and the like. Stories of horror and noir starring the grandsons of the collective imagination of the classic monsters, mad scientist from the werewolf to the atomic monster. More often victims executioners, and in a world that does not even try to understand them, preferring to immediately condemn them for their deformity, physical or mental. One day, Professor Fredric Wertham came clean, that tells the world how the comics were a ruin for young minds, an easy target for some suggestions. It 's the guy who, without mincing words, suggested a homosexual relationship between Batman and Robin-pedophile, is the guy who indirectly led to the creation of the notorious American comics code, a sort of self-publishers that they may not carry, in their publications, confusing messages, or assumed. Among the delusions, an expressly prohibited to appear in the stories of vampires, zombies, werewolves and other assorted monsters. The usual gossips claim that it was a maneuver specifically designed by Marvel and DC, and publisher of Spider-Man and Batman, to derail the EC Comics, which as we said with the freak and had supported himself the first publisher of the time. Of course, who thinks it is a conspiracy, and the fact that the EC has really failed, because of the impediment above, is a pure coincidence. This happened in the 50s in amerDica, and since then, with lots and lots of patience, the monsters have returned from exile and more vigorous than ever. Well, almost. However, not everywhere. Indeed, we think that the concept of "monster", meaning instead of as a prodigy to be disgusting (as it was originally) has expanded dramatically, to include our own daily lives. So we are left with embarrassing commercials and dramas where the protagonists are all beautiful, or at least fascinosissimi, wearing clothes cut firmatissimi custom, live in beautiful and spacious apartments (and overflowing with books that probably have never even picked up) that no living being could afford with their income and are, of course, very good, kind and live in close-knit families. Practically, the denial of reality in which everyday reel, made up of studios, quarrelsome families, small and great cunning at the expense of naive and three shirts for five euro by the Chinese. If, for performing requirements must also be a hideous creature of some kind, can have only two roles: the villain to be defeated, or the pet that inspires tenderness. "I'm a man!" Shouted John Merrick in The Elephant Man " David Lynch; cesaroni's laugh in the face, open trial we would open the defending children who have stoned, the vaiassa submit an application for urgent parliamentary send him to a dungeon. Now, I understand that the purpose of entertainment is to project ourselves into inaccessible worlds, making us believe they can really achieve, sooner or later, and then everything should be as fabulous and wonderful. Just buy this yogurt, to be happy and fit as the marcuzzi. But then you realize that the situation is overflowing beyond all decency when, one Sunday morning, the groom will find this text and teletext news

Luigi and Daniela. Alive by a miracle. He quoted the captain of one of the teams in the league of Excellence of the Lazio, Albalonga. Her 28 year old with some prior racing, nice, vibrant, beautiful. They share what is called 'sudden death'. Their heart, without warning, a terrible day it stopped beating. But their story has a happy ending. With a moral. You can not leave to chance persone.E the safety of all public places should be equipped with defibrillators. And as many people as possible trained to use them.

http://www.televideo.rai.it/televideo/pub/view.jsp?p=160&id=733015&idmenumain=2

I wonder if Louis and Daniel would still miraculously alive if he was a metalworker overweight with perspiration problems and acidity daniela spinster with varicose veins and a past as cashier at the bifurcation. Their heart, a terrible day, has stopped beating, fortunately. Louis greasy overalls and legs of Daniel was a show indecent and offensive, in the district. A story with a happy ending, with (a) moral write "two people as many" would be was too simple. Why anyone would bother to save them, or be trained for.

-The news of the week: round Mara Carfagna defines a heritage of all the pdl. Do not you ever say that Silvio not divide with his subjects.

-The phrase of the week: Who fight monsters must take care not to become a monster himself. (FW Nietzsche)

Thursday, November 18, 2010

Charmane Star Lesbiens

De Maria presents the return of One Morning "Supergulp."

Guido De Maria will be a guest on Rai Uno, Friday, November 19, One Morning in , transmission conducted by Michele Cucuzza , to present the new edition of the DVD collection dedicated to "Supergulp! in Comics Tv ", a project produced by RAI Trade, which is reviving the legendary broadcast Guido De Maria and Giancarlo Governments. Comics on TV who enjoyed generations of viewers, aired from 1972 to 1981, will be back on sale from 29 November in a new edition full of new and exclusive extras: Tex, Nick Carter, Wolf Alberto, Spider-Man, Fantastic Four, Giumbolo, Alan Ford, Corto Maltese, Sturmtruppen, Mandrake, Cocco Bill and other icons of comics. The collection consists of 17 precious DVD, on sale every week with Corriere della Sera, Gazzetta dello Sport and TV Smiles and Songs, proposes animated comics old and new, accompanied by dossiers which reconstruct the history of Supergulp!, authors and their characters. A collection for the children of yesterday, today and tomorrow, whose gem, really miss, is the DVD's opening series, on sale from November 29 , entitled "Special TEX" seen before.

Tuesday, November 16, 2010

Invitation Kavithai In English

Apollo Court (ll) the

can not always run well, some minor setbacks, sooner or later, has to happen. Fortunately, what prevented me to go to work as usual this week, is one of those serious but not serious. Very frightened, in short, but could have been worse. Fact is, more or less stuck at home, I started to follow the Teletext, which recently avoided because of anxiety problems that I had to mention ... and if it puts forward the view that the next term, the league will be even more powerful than it is now, I do not know what to do that. However, it is not my intention to discuss the political situation, the usual rigmarole of tape, always equal to themselves, and of Cicchitto Capezzone and Bersani and Peter and many now are so desperate boring to merit no comment. Nor am I interested in talking about the transmission of the revelation, that "come with me" led by one of the worst couples ever (the always ambiguous and increasingly saviano doormat Fazio). I'm just glad to see the tummy that is causing all'azzannatore police and the suffering from distemper forward to marriage. Rich rewards to those who guess the identity of these two individuals. No, no, no politics, this time, if only because I'm not going to vote in March. Yes, back in the ranks of the abstainers. Unless you are a true progressive white as Rufus T. Firefly. I prefer to share with you a reflection on a couple of seemingly unrelated news. The one you should all know: the five immigrant who, he of Brescia, climbed up a crane to get permission to stay. The loop had yet to beat the news, which already centers, unions and other onlookers were in a procession to bring their "solidarity". What happened on the most useless of social networks, or faccialibro, I can just imagine it, because from the cloaca up to humanity I keep well away. A hive of little logo, small group, badges, proclaim such as "we are all immigrants" and so decerebration. Why Solidarity on the Web is so beautiful and not binding, allowing among other things to get around comfortably syndrome "NIMBY." I'd be curious to know how many of those who send the message Page eurino with care for the baby then go and serve a hot meal at the soup kitchen, or to purchase the bracelets inevitable that the inevitable look immigrant of delivering just sticking its head out of the car parked in a cool place. Thomas Labranca in a beautiful "Collateral" which alas I have not kept, quotes the case of a woman in Romania, fully integrated, killed during a robbery a few weeks ago, talking about how none of Protestants so much per pound had risen a voice to condemn the incident. The woman in question, as fully integrated and leading a normal life, was not doing good handle on the operetta by the usual supporters of the unfortunate on duty. And here we arrive at the intersection with the five migrants on the crane. Sunday, just in the hot days of protest from Brescia, a farmer commits suicide seventy, in Treviso, in despair at the failure of its small footwear company. Two lines on teletext. That last blink of an eye. No demonstration of solidarity ciggiellecisluil-centers-grillini-IDIV-straccionidaltraestrazione. No little logo on facebook, I guess. So, it's just an entrepreneur. A master. A Marchionne in pectore. Who cares if he commits suicide, will certainly have got some skeletons in the closet, so do not think that is the people who are so indignant. Much better to focus on migrants, the homeless, the laid off; here, especially on the latter, they are victims of unscrupulous employers. The father shaking the bag of seven hundred euro a month in front of the camera makes us feel so close to him, the union that supports it, and convinced him to join, has found a way to tap 10% of the monthly annuity starvation. Happens then, perhaps, that the owner of the company calls pasionaria in the workshop, to demonstrate that it is not all that insensitive monster they think. Ringing the Ipod, exhausted by hunger and laid off ordering his wife to turn down the volume of plasma big screen on which is watching marcuzzi lead the new round of instruction in the beasts of the Big Brother house. The children, in the other room are silenced with an exclamation; need to do all this mess, while playing with the newest game in the PS12?? Puffing, the pater familias cassintegratus touches the touch screen. Ehylà, boss. What, back to work tomorrow? I can not. I have already booked to go skiing with the family. No, no, there are also next week, we are on until late December. But what do you think that I am here waiting for you to call me? I have my own life, I am here waiting for your mica comfortable, dirty capitalists! The receiver gets banged hard on the fork. The pater familias cassintegratus back muttering to read the comments of solidarity on his Facebook profile. And waiting to see how many there will be when the director, the bastard, I will fire through negligence. Who knows why.

-The news of the day: Maroni wants a face to face with Saviano. Analysts will need a week to distinguish it from the other end.

-Quote of the Day: "Do not just do good, we must also do it well." (D. Diderot)

THE COUNCIL OF THE WEEK:

Moon
Duncan Jones,
with Sam Rockwell, Dominique McElligott, Benedict Wrong
Sci, 97 minutes
Released in 2009. Or so they say.

Friday, November 12, 2010

Salary Of A Ccie In India

Inside - À l'intérieur by Alexandre Bustillo and Julien Maury (France 2007)

Sarah, a young photojournalist, next to give birth, is spending Christmas Eve awaiting transfer to the clinic. At night, someone knocks on his door ... as a dark and deadly fate awaits?

There are many doubts that the vision of Inside sprout leaves in the mind of the viewer. From sterile questions about how to be evolving (in negative) to the tastes of horror fans, always generous to a never-ending deluge of flattery if to meet his or her claim is an industrial quantities of tripe to be served, to questions concerning the pretext dell'incedere narrative filmmakers opted Bustillo and Maury to pack their debut, duo in the control room, after a good opening words, full of negativity and leaden in distress, dampens any attempt to drown the audience in the atmosphere by a blood feast nonstop: barren, useless, caracollante in its one-dimensional. A pity that the film, after the incredible first twenty minutes, beginning to creak , with its banal attempts to hit us with fears that seem to effect be the mast of a decrepit old now.

It can be stricken, psychologically destroyed by something, if a positive environment, from cotton, suddenly deteriorates into a negative. Will I go hungry if only from one day to suddenly be deprived of food, not if I was born, raised and used to living with a loaf of bread, because that's always been my status quo and only know that side of happiness. Inside plugs directly into the second "philosophy" of life, taking care to grow up and stuff it viewer with a series of futility as scissors in their hands, heads exploding one after another to increase the killing and try to get the canonical hours. You end up with very soon become hardened to the rampant ferocity, that spreads without interruption until the final good, therefore, manageable docile as a lamb, one without all cartridges and no shots are fired intermittently. Quell'intermittenza which would serve to juggle with the best information available and sink the blade at the right time. Timing is completely missing the two directors who prefer to put the fate skill in the work of others. resounding Own goal. And the script simply does not exist.

A film that, to implement the programmatic his gait, he uses two great actresses: Beatrice Dalle, without which, probably, the French would splatterone involuntary borders on the ridiculous. Not so much the technical data (normal) to represent the positive points, as the look of this perennially insane Black Reaper, so resentful and hateful of revenge from us send a shiver down my spine ... hoping not to be ever to do with guys like this ... E leading to further reflection. As some players have the balance the fate of a movie and make useless any attempt to annex the outcome (positive) of a work to talentuosità and skill of directors, which here is close to zero. These are not actresses of the second category, for which the director has to direct its efforts to encourage, give directives and dictates for you to give the best. The example of school Rob Zombie with Bill Moseley in La Casa del Diavolo (The Devil's Rejects) . Those who follow the ups and downs and behind the scenes of the film will understand how the actor who plays Otis on the set, and committed a whole series of problems (physical, Psychology, emotional) resulting from being dropped into the shoes of a ruthless character ( Moseley, in fact, after the movie, will not be repeated ever more tired and offering services free of biting, lazy). This stands as a director, in some cases, can bring out the best from people - if you leave without a guide - reel mediocrity in general. From the other hand, showed a continuous high level of performance in any film ... in Cannibal Love , film semantic certainly more difficult and grade of this splatter of grain, which accounts for more than a healthy walk to work (however imperfect) of Claire Denis.

The other positive note is made of Alysson Paradis, able to reveal the true meaning of terror resulting from being hunted down in the house with death in person.

I've never been a supporter of the current French and I think the General should be left to general indifference. If it is true that things are working well beyond the Alps, and there has sparked a revolutionary movement that has marked the last decade of horror movies, served on a silver platter as film Saint Ange , High Voltage , Calvaire (Franco-Belgian co-production), A Child's Game and Martyrs, is also true that not all elements of that revolutionary movement should be incensed. Inside is one of them.

Sunday, November 7, 2010

Victorian Gown For Rent




1959: his voice booming, announces the start of the show. But the curtain does not want to know to open. To appease the public, was sent in haste on stage Tatischeff, the great illusionist. And the protests quickly turned into thunderous applause, while the lanky magician engages in the number of flowers from tissue and rabbit (obese) from the cylinder. Thus begins, with these images in a strict black and white classic, "The Illusionist" the new film by Sylvain Chomet, author of the spectacular and poetic "The Triplets of Belleville" in 2003.


Distributed in Italy by Sacher Nanni Moretti (and shamefully released in one cinema in the province of Milan &; remember, the next time you hear about safeguarding bondi Culture), the second by the French director is taken from an original screenplay by Jacques Tatischeff, one of the most famous French artists, who died in 1982. It is therefore no coincidence that the protagonist of this poetic, poignant animated classic (remember this the next time a biNbominKia in pectore will magnify the emotions of treddì) is precisely the animated version of the great French actor and director, nor that Chomet has added to the original version some biographical elements and gifts to celebrate both Tati himself as an art form as irretrievably lost for ever: that of vaudeville, the artists who did their best to entertain and have fun with their audiences, without worrying too much cash is collected.

art for art's sake, to satisfy themselves, rather than to get the villa in Monaco. Ventriloquists, clowns, magicians, as they both finished the dregs foul-mouthed and lacking in talent that plagued the television stage, and from there then overflows into the theater, remains a mystery. Or maybe not, maybe the answer is all in an increasingly listless, distracted, falsely demanding, ready to scream hysterically for the boy band of the moment as he is unavailable to give space and attention to the great artists of the past, destined to endless pilgrimages embarrassing to perform in festivals open-air taverns and third-rate.


Just one of these, more and more disheartened Tatischeff meet Alice, a girl so impressed with his tricks that he decided to leave his life as a scullery maid to follow him to Edinburgh. A delicate relationship, the other, made up of gestures and glances, even before the words. Yes, because to further underscore the lack of communication between the protagonist, the repository of a past of honesty and commitment, and the new spreads, because of phenomena "use-and-dispose" of noise and glitter (Emblematic in this sense The sequence with the rising stars of music rock, or the one with the juke box), the film is almost completely silent, a few dialogues, always in original language, with Alice, which is expressed in his Scottish Tatischeff mumbled in French essential, direct and friendly.


few words, yes, because the gestures are talking. The smiles and the kindness of the girl to the old illusion, nell'ingenua belief that he is really a magician like fairy tales. Small gifts and sacrifices with which he thanked his unexpected companion, able with his enthusiasm to give back a minimum of self-confidence, purpose. A quirky family, he her, the obese and short-tempered rabbit, which does not want to sit in the cylinder and never fails to bite anyone who approaches.

In its way, a happy family (we laugh and not a little taste, in fact) despite Tatischeff to agree to work more and more humiliating and deal with the pettiness of people who only think about profit. Maybe he thought he could do it, the great illusion, to survive the rampant cynicism, perhaps thinking that the fate of many other colleagues, he would not be touched. At least, not until Alice would have believed in him. It was a Hollywood movie, a happy ending in this way would have been granted. Nor were the ventriloquist increasingly less and less attached to the bottle and his snowman, or clown, which (unwittingly) saved from suicide by a plate of rabbit stew (!!!!) prepared by Alice. Or, if there were, they would have a very different role. Caricaturist and comforting. Chomet, however, does not seek to reassure us, let alone think of getting away with a sloppy final.

Destiny is all there, in that doll in the window of an abandoned junk. In its former owner, forced to beg. In the casual glance out the window of Alice's Room hotel he shares with his foster father. So little is enough to break the spell last illusionist, so little to call it, hard, reality. In a ruthless game of contrasts, the fate takes its course, inevitable, bitter, hopeless. Under a driving rain, the streets are divided, the lights go out, does not remain even more time, or inclination, for a final spell. Everything is finished, but no tears. Already, when the lights are ablaze in the room, crying on the shoulder of my friend (from what I held in tears? If it were not for her, how much longer I would have foolishly kept inside of me?). Tatischeff crying for the ventriloquist, clown, Alice ... but especially for the rabbit. I cried because I felt, as never before, the weight of what we are losing every day, every day of what we throw in those processes which are voracious our lives, punctuated by the frenetic pace and false models. I was crying, and I'm a bit ashamed 'of myself. Even now, looking back, I shed a tear line, the face, preventing me from seeing the screen. And I finally understand. This is the last great prodigy illusionist, even more than the rabbit from the hat, to draw out the feelings of someone so vivid and deep. I was the only one in the world to have reacted like that. Magic, after all, exist. Just knowing how to see.


The Illusionist-Sylvain Chomet
Animation, 80 minutes
France-Great Britain 2010
Distributed in Italy by Sacher
NOT theatrical release on October 29

-Quote of the Day: "The magic does not exist." (Tatischeff, in his farewell note to Alice)

Monday, November 1, 2010

Hindu Wedding Card Matter

The Illusionist (In) justice for all


And here we go again. A little 'late to the roadmap, and ensure a post about a week, but so much so, the commitments are those that are time as well, and the second is rarely sufficient to deal with first. However, in the coming days the situation should change drastically. The better. As I mentioned some time ago, in fact, I had to undergo some tests to determine whether certain types of ailments that afflict me a bit 'of time now they had a physical or were caused by external causes. In the words of Corrado Guzzanti, "the second you said," as indeed he had imagined someone (hello, Sophie !^^). Which means, in a nutshell, I'll have to get rid of all those activities that make me rotten blood as soon as possible, before making the end of Bill Foster. Perhaps before I could afford it, allow me also to be stupidly self-destructive, not today, because my responsibility to those that I care really, those I love, also pass from the care of myself. Trivial concept, but if my wonderful girlfriend I had not pointed out in several ways and on several occasions, perhaps I would not have come alone. This is what happens to grow with the myth of the heroes hard & pure, committed to self sacrifice. So, hang in the coming days a lot 'of things to the nail, and I'll pull down a lot of others I had put there almost without realizing it. Including the time to devote to my novels and stories, still by far too long. This could be, almost certainly, one of the causes of the problem, because writing has always been one of my vent valves. And these days, I found reason to vent a lot. One in particular. A few days ago, in fact, I went with his partner in above to the presentation of a book focusing on the Italian prison life. Or rather, on what passes for "life" in dilapidated structures, overcrowded and terribly inadequate, where the number of deaths this year alone, is 127 inmates. Including 47 suicides. The others have gone into the realm of more because of unspecified "incidents". And are given in September, these. Now, that justice in Italy is not something on which functions more or less all authors and participants of the meeting, we agreed. But then you go to analyze the reasons, and here your Bobby pulls up a hornet's nest of those who only he can unleash. How does it do? Simply by observing, or trying to observe, that the legal system Italian does not work for one simple reason: because that makes the laws are criminals, some with past judgments already final, then definitively convicted (perhaps to attack a public official, such as the innards of the Minister Maroni, what if he's not glorify the police the snaps at the calf), who study the legal mess thesis to avoid condemnation to themselves at the expense of the unfortunate by insufficient income to secure a Mavala Ghedini. So that ends up being a stick or burn a DVD is worse than a crack on the street bank that sends thousands of small savers. And when the law on class action, no longer put off, is finally launched, it is so cumbersome as to be almost useless, since even retroactively. Tanzi thank all ages, the audience is lifted, because, as he wants to let me know a well-dressed lady, "if justice does not work in Italy is not the fault of politics, but of the judiciary." Choirs from Auditorio assendo, while my jaw drops to the ground, nearly killing my wife, no less shocked. And so on to rattle off the misdeeds of the judges of "clean hands", i am sick of involvement to seek TV fame in caring about human life, weaves some of the praise and Enzo Tortora Gabriele Cagliari, innocent victims of a brutal justice. The second I also agree on first, self-confessed tangentaro, definitely not, however, the true worth remembering that in Italy there is a little thing called "mandatory prosecution" and that perhaps are much more inhuman certain processes carried out in the living rooms TV in favor of cameras on the basis of allegations and suspicions which may, as yes, destroy the lives of people not looking for fame and notoriety. But it seems to understand something beyond the ability of anyone, even the same speakers, who still do not feel quite foolish on my speech. The rest is a paean to criticism of the judiciary and its victims, of course those famous celebrities and victims of a ferocious tenacity judiciary, I'd pull A new stones when, inevitably, it turns out for "pedophilia." Why suddenly the charitable ladies of both sexes, which until then recited psalms and biblical aphorisms of their Lord Jesus (really!), they become ruthless beasts, being pedophiles unforgivable, beyond any possible redemption, which instead should be given all other detainees. So, with pedophile priests, with the omission and intimidating attitude of the Vatican-ano, as you may be asking, dear sir? I would like to ask, but there is not time. The presentation is over, and we go quite bitter, aware once again that the lobotomy CRT continues with very good results on the Italian medium. A day wasted and detrimental to my already tried the nervous system? Not at all, apart from those few hours, things went wonderfully, and could not be otherwise. And yet those two hours I came up with something useful. Or rather, remote out of a drawer of memory. There will be no way to talk about it soon ... for now suffice it to one word: "Pamplona".
I'll try not to let too long with the curiosity ... until then, listen quietly.

-The news of the week: berlusconi involved in a new sex scandal with a minor in Morocco. I was hoping for a cat fight with Naomi, but it seems that they have already swallowed Calderoli and Borghezio tests.

-The phrase of the week: "The voice of the majority is no guarantee of justice." (JCF von Schiller)