Milan’s transfer market began and ended in identical fashion—a position of need was identified then chased in a protracted case of the blue balls. Continue reading The Price of Nostalgia
Gianluigi Donnarumma must not be allowed to exit for a pittance. Giggio can decide when and if he wants to leave. Milan get to decide the fee. Continue reading The Donnarumma Renewal
Meanwhile, Milan still doesn’t know which rightback to dump, but look set on keeping the experienced Conti over the younger Calabria. Continue reading We are Milan. We don’t sell.
Last night I’ve mustered enough of the inconvenient will to go to the common TV room at work to see if maybe, a big IF, they had the game I wanted on. This doesn’t happen often. In the past that usually came with the risk of that proposition (of the game I want on) blowing up in face with another game being on, and then me having to feign an interest in hanging out with the fellas. It’s a group I don’t particularly enjoy spending time with unless there was something else to occupy me. Like the game I want on. The game then becomes the prop for conversation. The risk of having my pretense exposed the moment I walked in, frankly, is too immense to justify the reward of the viewing experience. Here, the payoff hinges heavily on circumstance, the chance of the game being good. And delayed gratification is a reality I have only recently matured enough to consider. I never thought myself to be that deliberate on a subconscious level, but I guess nothing like your thoughts leering back at you from a computer screen for some self-discovery. This is what I do. Continue reading “A Gripe about Modern Soccer Programming”
Unbeknownst to me when I decided to watch Eden Lake right after Ils (Them) are the similarities between the two. Sure, one is a pure home invasion flick, the latter. But consider the Prime Minister’s speech debated early on talk radio about troubled youth, who make up the antagonists in both films. And consider also the stark contrast in choosing how to depict the villain in each film. Both movies dabble in the idyllic retreat — Ils is set around a secluded mansion — being impinged on by unruly intruders. In Eden Lake, a billboard holds an obstructed, hostile proclamation, “Go home, yuppie cunts,” whereas in Ils the menace arrives unannounced, without forewarning. The yuppies in question are any such people as our protagonists who may infringe on one of the few and dwindling enclaves of refuge to be had alone in chav country. It is a harsh subtext the film inadvertently rides for the entirety of the film up to its troublesome finale. One arrived at irrespective of viewer sympathy for the protagonists. You may or may not feel for the lead couple. They commit a few errors that fly against common sense, for instance. And in the ensuing conflict they may have picked an avoidable fight. They surely brought some of that on themselves, but the politicization of their ordeal is what rubbed me the wrong way. Continue reading “Eden Lake (2008) Rantview”