Last night I saw Death Line, with Donald Pleasance. A thriller of 1973, I believe, with great characters and a thin vein of social criticism.
know the plot? Abandoned underground workers on site?
There is a group of writers, past, present and future, that's exactly how those workers: it costs too much to get them out, not a cheap investment, may desperately to survive by any means, but their fate is sealed, will be forced to live underground, but underground, to fight and devour one another, forgotten, and if anyone ever will remember, his voice will be silenced, never heard it, because it is a sin leaving them down there.
Non è così, forse, per H COME MILANO di De' Rossignoli?
C'è un gruppo di arroganti pervertiti che è comodo nutrire, accudire, accompagnare, scrittori in bombetta dagli editori altisonanti, ottimi investimenti perchè si investe in puttane, papponi e presunzione, l'attenzione sarà loro. Sempre.
Non prendete questo metrò.
Vi saranno chiuse le porte.
