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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/atom10full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" gd:etag="W/&quot;C08MR34_fSp7ImA9WhRWFko.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4748096054529700254</id><updated>2012-01-04T11:11:26.045+01:00</updated><category term="Eastwood Clint" /><category term="Spielberg Steven" /><category term="Boyle Danny" /><category term="Moore Roger" /><category term="Stanley Kubrick" /><category term="Hamilton Guy" /><category term="Fincher David" /><category term="Folman Ari" /><category term="Wise Robert" /><category term="Uomini di Dio" /><category term="Oz Frank" /><category term="Placido Michele" /><category term="Blade Runner" /><category term="Valzer con Bashir" /><category term="I film della mia vita" /><category term="LAST NIGHT" /><category term="Scott Ridley" /><category term="Film" /><category term="Lima Kevin" /><category term="Barry Lyndon" /><title>Maurizio Imbriale - Il cinema a modo mio: film, attori, registi</title><subtitle type="html">In questo Blog trovate solo i film della mia vita.</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://maurizioimbriale.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://maurizioimbriale.blogspot.com/" /><author><name>Maurizio Imbriale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06084789442932036392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="29" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_D3Ol-eMCSlc/RxOAVzRUvHI/AAAAAAAAAD8/_fKgimfD0Iw/s200/mauri5.JPG" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>17</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/MaurizioImbriale" /><feedburner:info xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" uri="maurizioimbriale" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DE4MQHs9cCp7ImA9Wx5bFkw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4748096054529700254.post-2460960337968742205</id><published>2010-11-01T14:06:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T14:09:41.568+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-11-01T14:09:41.568+01:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Fincher David" /><title>The Social Network</title><summary>di David FincherDurata: 120'The Social Network narra la nascita di Facebook, il sito attraverso il quale dal 2004 tutto il mondo reale condivide in rete sentimenti, interessi, amicizie. Per ironia della sorte questo straordinario strumento di partecipazione sociale è stato creato da un ragazzo incapace di stabilire rapporti umani, Mark Zuckerberg. La pellicola, diretta da David Fincher (Seven, </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://maurizioimbriale.blogspot.com/feeds/2460960337968742205/comments/default" title="Commenti sul post" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4748096054529700254&amp;postID=2460960337968742205" title="1 Commenti" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4748096054529700254/posts/default/2460960337968742205?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4748096054529700254/posts/default/2460960337968742205?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://maurizioimbriale.blogspot.com/2010/11/social-network.html" title="The Social Network" /><author><name>Maurizio Imbriale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06084789442932036392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="29" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_D3Ol-eMCSlc/RxOAVzRUvHI/AAAAAAAAAD8/_fKgimfD0Iw/s200/mauri5.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D3Ol-eMCSlc/TM677N41DUI/AAAAAAAAAeY/_NWBd_aIE8c/s72-c/social.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0QFRn85eSp7ImA9Wx5bE0k.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4748096054529700254.post-8979671204460359366</id><published>2010-10-29T11:41:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-10-29T11:41:57.121+02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-10-29T11:41:57.121+02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Uomini di Dio" /><title>UOMINI DI DIO (DES HOMMES ET DES DIEUX)</title><summary>Regia: Xavier BeauvoisDurata: 120'Otto monaci trappisti vivono armoniosamente con la comunità musulmana nel loro monastero sui Monti dell’Atlante in Algeria. In tanti anni di convivenza hanno curato e nutrito centinaia di uomini, donne e bambini, con loro hanno condiviso feste e usanze locali senza contrasti di sorta derivanti dalla loro razza o dalle loro usanze religiose. Questo miracoloso </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://maurizioimbriale.blogspot.com/feeds/8979671204460359366/comments/default" title="Commenti sul post" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4748096054529700254&amp;postID=8979671204460359366" title="0 Commenti" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4748096054529700254/posts/default/8979671204460359366?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4748096054529700254/posts/default/8979671204460359366?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://maurizioimbriale.blogspot.com/2010/10/uomini-di-dio-des-hommes-et-des-dieux.html" title="UOMINI DI DIO (DES HOMMES ET DES DIEUX)" /><author><name>Maurizio Imbriale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06084789442932036392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="29" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_D3Ol-eMCSlc/RxOAVzRUvHI/AAAAAAAAAD8/_fKgimfD0Iw/s200/mauri5.JPG" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0MCQX44fCp7ImA9Wx5bE0k.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4748096054529700254.post-8671311537959257326</id><published>2010-10-28T17:23:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2010-10-29T11:44:20.034+02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-10-29T11:44:20.034+02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="LAST NIGHT" /><title>LAST NIGHT</title><summary>di Massy TajedinDurata: 91'Robert McKee, il celebre script doctor di Hollywood (tra i suoi clienti Spielberg, Coppola e Scorsese), sostiene che ci sono due errori che uno sceneggiatore e/o regista non dovrebbe mai commettere. Il primo è utilizzare in fase di scrittura la tecnica del “Maurice explains”, ovvero far descrivere a un personaggio (l'immaginario Maurice per l’appunto) eventi accaduti </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://maurizioimbriale.blogspot.com/feeds/8671311537959257326/comments/default" title="Commenti sul post" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4748096054529700254&amp;postID=8671311537959257326" title="0 Commenti" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4748096054529700254/posts/default/8671311537959257326?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4748096054529700254/posts/default/8671311537959257326?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://maurizioimbriale.blogspot.com/2010/10/last-night.html" title="LAST NIGHT" /><author><name>Maurizio Imbriale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06084789442932036392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="29" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_D3Ol-eMCSlc/RxOAVzRUvHI/AAAAAAAAAD8/_fKgimfD0Iw/s200/mauri5.JPG" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0EHRH48eSp7ImA9WxVRF00.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4748096054529700254.post-7191469173111746917</id><published>2009-01-22T15:00:00.011+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T10:07:15.071+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-01-23T10:07:15.071+01:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Film" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Folman Ari" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Valzer con Bashir" /><title>Valzer con Bashir</title><summary>Un amico del regista israeliano Ari Folman è tormentato da un sogno ricorrente: 26 cani rabbiosi corrono per le vie della città e si fermano a latrare sotto la sua finestra. Il racconto risveglia in Ari un barlume di ricordi rimossi legati al suo servizio militare in Libano, avvenuto vent'anni prima. Il regista decide allora di ricostruire quel momento della sua esistenza andandone a parlare con </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://maurizioimbriale.blogspot.com/feeds/7191469173111746917/comments/default" title="Commenti sul post" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4748096054529700254&amp;postID=7191469173111746917" title="0 Commenti" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4748096054529700254/posts/default/7191469173111746917?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4748096054529700254/posts/default/7191469173111746917?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://maurizioimbriale.blogspot.com/2009/01/valzer-con-bashir.html" title="Valzer con Bashir" /><author><name>Maurizio Imbriale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06084789442932036392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="29" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_D3Ol-eMCSlc/RxOAVzRUvHI/AAAAAAAAAD8/_fKgimfD0Iw/s200/mauri5.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D3Ol-eMCSlc/SXh8WkuP7yI/AAAAAAAAAT0/VjtSSElISkc/s72-c/poster.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkYBRn47cSp7ImA9WxVSGEk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4748096054529700254.post-6896221259848355553</id><published>2009-01-13T11:30:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T11:55:57.009+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-01-13T11:55:57.009+01:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Scott Ridley" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="I film della mia vita" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Blade Runner" /><title>Blade Runner</title><summary>Los Angeles 2019. Il cacciatore di taglie Deckard è incaricato di ritirare dalla circolazione due uomini e due donne “replicanti”, androidi realizzati tramite la manipolazione genetica, pressoché identici agli esseri umani, sfuggiti al controllo della Tyrell Corporation, la società costruttrice. L’agente si mette alla caccia dei robot aiutato da Rachel, replicante di nuova generazione dotata di </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://maurizioimbriale.blogspot.com/feeds/6896221259848355553/comments/default" title="Commenti sul post" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4748096054529700254&amp;postID=6896221259848355553" title="0 Commenti" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4748096054529700254/posts/default/6896221259848355553?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4748096054529700254/posts/default/6896221259848355553?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://maurizioimbriale.blogspot.com/2009/01/blade-runner.html" title="Blade Runner" /><author><name>Maurizio Imbriale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06084789442932036392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="29" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_D3Ol-eMCSlc/RxOAVzRUvHI/AAAAAAAAAD8/_fKgimfD0Iw/s200/mauri5.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D3Ol-eMCSlc/SWxxJlsXuWI/AAAAAAAAATs/AjoXSSkpkwk/s72-c/bladeunner.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkYNSHg-eip7ImA9WxVSFE8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4748096054529700254.post-201804421865206636</id><published>2009-01-08T14:26:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T15:16:39.652+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-01-08T15:16:39.652+01:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="I film della mia vita" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Wise Robert" /><title>Tutti insieme appassionatamente</title><summary>Ci sono film che immeritatamente acquistano la nomea di trash movie. Tutti insieme appassionatamente è uno di essi. Io stesso ricordo di avere detestato questa pellicola, giudicandola caramellosa e insulsa. Eppure, rivista a  oltre vent'anni di distanza, su un grande schermo e sopratutto in lingua originale mi sono dovuto ricredere. Non esito ad ammettere di essermi addirittura entusiasmato. E' </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://maurizioimbriale.blogspot.com/feeds/201804421865206636/comments/default" title="Commenti sul post" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4748096054529700254&amp;postID=201804421865206636" title="3 Commenti" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4748096054529700254/posts/default/201804421865206636?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4748096054529700254/posts/default/201804421865206636?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://maurizioimbriale.blogspot.com/2009/01/tutti-insieme-appassionatamente.html" title="Tutti insieme appassionatamente" /><author><name>Maurizio Imbriale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06084789442932036392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="29" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_D3Ol-eMCSlc/RxOAVzRUvHI/AAAAAAAAAD8/_fKgimfD0Iw/s200/mauri5.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D3Ol-eMCSlc/SWYCaBlEWCI/AAAAAAAAATc/pa_Bruj3vnE/s72-c/tutti.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkUFSHw8cSp7ImA9WxVSFE8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4748096054529700254.post-3856325797486725970</id><published>2009-01-06T11:16:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T15:16:59.279+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-01-08T15:16:59.279+01:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="I film della mia vita" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Stanley Kubrick" /><title>Lolita</title><summary>"Esistono almeno tre temi assolutamente tabù per quanto concerne la maggior parte degli editori americani. L’amore tra un quarantenne e una dodicenne; un matrimonio tra negro e bianca o negra e bianco che sia completamente e luminosamente fortunato e dia luogo a un gran numero di figli e nipoti; e l’ateo completo che conduce un’esistenza serena ed utile, e muore all’età di centosei anni." (</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://maurizioimbriale.blogspot.com/feeds/3856325797486725970/comments/default" title="Commenti sul post" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4748096054529700254&amp;postID=3856325797486725970" title="0 Commenti" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4748096054529700254/posts/default/3856325797486725970?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4748096054529700254/posts/default/3856325797486725970?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://maurizioimbriale.blogspot.com/2009/01/lolita.html" title="Lolita" /><author><name>Maurizio Imbriale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06084789442932036392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="29" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_D3Ol-eMCSlc/RxOAVzRUvHI/AAAAAAAAAD8/_fKgimfD0Iw/s200/mauri5.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D3Ol-eMCSlc/SWMv2ECV9mI/AAAAAAAAATM/0xcDLJZdhcU/s72-c/lolita.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkYBQ306fSp7ImA9WxVSEk4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4748096054529700254.post-157890108527737743</id><published>2009-01-05T15:01:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T11:35:52.315+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-01-06T11:35:52.315+01:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="I film della mia vita" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Stanley Kubrick" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Barry Lyndon" /><title>Barry Lyndon</title><summary>"Per nessuno dei miei film posso dire che cosa mi abbia spinto a farlo. La migliore risposta è che mi sono innamorato di quelle storie." (Stanley Kubrick)Irlanda XVIII secolo. Dopo la morte del padre in un duello il giovane Redmond Barry rimane solo con la madre. Innamoratosi della cugina Nora Brady sfida a duello il suo pretendente, il capitano Quin, un ufficiale inglese. Convinto di averlo </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://maurizioimbriale.blogspot.com/feeds/157890108527737743/comments/default" title="Commenti sul post" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4748096054529700254&amp;postID=157890108527737743" title="0 Commenti" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4748096054529700254/posts/default/157890108527737743?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4748096054529700254/posts/default/157890108527737743?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://maurizioimbriale.blogspot.com/2009/01/barry-lyndon.html" title="Barry Lyndon" /><author><name>Maurizio Imbriale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06084789442932036392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="29" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_D3Ol-eMCSlc/RxOAVzRUvHI/AAAAAAAAAD8/_fKgimfD0Iw/s200/mauri5.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D3Ol-eMCSlc/SWIUAZZHiVI/AAAAAAAAATE/4ke_7PtCRdQ/s72-c/Barry_Lyndon.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0IAR34-fyp7ImA9WxVSE04.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4748096054529700254.post-8499765858363501314</id><published>2009-01-03T12:44:00.013+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T14:39:06.057+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-01-07T14:39:06.057+01:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="I film della mia vita" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Moore Roger" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Hamilton Guy" /><title>Agente 007 Vivi e lascia morire</title><summary>Tre agenti del servizio segreto inglese vengono assassinati rispettivamente alle Nazioni Unite, in Louisiana e a Saint Monique, un’isoletta dei Caraibi.007 viene svegliato nel cuore della notte dal suo superiore M che lo informa dei fatti accaduti e lo invia in missione a New York, con il compito di verificare se dietro ai tre delitti ci sia la mano di Kananga, diplomatico dell’isola </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://maurizioimbriale.blogspot.com/feeds/8499765858363501314/comments/default" title="Commenti sul post" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4748096054529700254&amp;postID=8499765858363501314" title="0 Commenti" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4748096054529700254/posts/default/8499765858363501314?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4748096054529700254/posts/default/8499765858363501314?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://maurizioimbriale.blogspot.com/2009/01/agente-007-vivi-e-lascia-morire-i-film.html" title="Agente 007 Vivi e lascia morire" /><author><name>Maurizio Imbriale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06084789442932036392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="29" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_D3Ol-eMCSlc/RxOAVzRUvHI/AAAAAAAAAD8/_fKgimfD0Iw/s200/mauri5.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D3Ol-eMCSlc/SV9Qd0SeOBI/AAAAAAAAAS4/LW-8QBdzt1w/s72-c/vivi.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEMDRXk9eip7ImA9WxVRGE8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4748096054529700254.post-4276733440974403896</id><published>2009-01-02T09:10:00.008+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T19:41:14.762+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-01-24T19:41:14.762+01:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Film" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Boyle Danny" /><title>The Millionaire</title><summary>Ci sono registi destinati a essere ricordati per un solo film.Dopo essere salito alla ribalta nel 1996 con l'interessante ma sopravvalutato Trainspotting, il regista inglese Danny Boyle si è avventurato a Hollywood firmando il flop The Beach con Leonardo Di Caprio. Dopo quell'esperienza negativa l'autore, nativo di Manchester, è tornato in patria dove ha diretto 28 giorni dopo e Millions, per poi</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://maurizioimbriale.blogspot.com/feeds/4276733440974403896/comments/default" title="Commenti sul post" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4748096054529700254&amp;postID=4276733440974403896" title="0 Commenti" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4748096054529700254/posts/default/4276733440974403896?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4748096054529700254/posts/default/4276733440974403896?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://maurizioimbriale.blogspot.com/2009/01/millionaire.html" title="The Millionaire" /><author><name>Maurizio Imbriale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06084789442932036392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="29" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_D3Ol-eMCSlc/RxOAVzRUvHI/AAAAAAAAAD8/_fKgimfD0Iw/s200/mauri5.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D3Ol-eMCSlc/SV3Rw-VwUQI/AAAAAAAAASo/ocf4YLTtRbQ/s72-c/millionaire.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkQNRXs_fCp7ImA9WxVTGUU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4748096054529700254.post-1422246816472880340</id><published>2008-12-29T14:02:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T13:06:34.544+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-01-03T13:06:34.544+01:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Lima Kevin" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Film" /><title>Come d'incanto</title><summary>Graziosa pellicola, prodotta dalla Disney, che l'altr'anno ebbe un successo inaspettato negli States.Il film è una favola che miscela abilmente il cartoon e le persone reali per raccontare la storia della principessa di un mondo incantato (quello a cartoni) che, a causa di un sortilegio, viene catapultata da una strega nelle strade di New York.Alla ricerca del principe azzurro la ragazza </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://maurizioimbriale.blogspot.com/feeds/1422246816472880340/comments/default" title="Commenti sul post" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4748096054529700254&amp;postID=1422246816472880340" title="0 Commenti" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4748096054529700254/posts/default/1422246816472880340?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4748096054529700254/posts/default/1422246816472880340?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://maurizioimbriale.blogspot.com/2008/12/come-dincanto.html" title="Come d'incanto" /><author><name>Maurizio Imbriale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06084789442932036392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="29" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_D3Ol-eMCSlc/RxOAVzRUvHI/AAAAAAAAAD8/_fKgimfD0Iw/s200/mauri5.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D3Ol-eMCSlc/SVjN0arwcwI/AAAAAAAAASA/OWuMtKuoWXs/s72-c/incanto.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkMASHYyfyp7ImA9WxVTGUU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4748096054529700254.post-7508805216889473608</id><published>2008-12-27T11:59:00.011+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T13:07:29.897+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-01-03T13:07:29.897+01:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Oz Frank" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Film" /><title>Funeral Party</title><summary>Dopo una faticosa  giornata natalizia la sera mi sono accasciato sul divano per vedere un film senza pretese.La scelta è caduta su Funeral Party che passavano su Sky. Il film è diretto dall'inglese Frank Oz, autore di commedie hollywoodiane come La piccola bottega degli orrori e In &amp; Out, la gay comedy con Kevin Kline.Stavolta il regista è tornato in patria per narrare una commedia degli equivoci</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://maurizioimbriale.blogspot.com/feeds/7508805216889473608/comments/default" title="Commenti sul post" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4748096054529700254&amp;postID=7508805216889473608" title="0 Commenti" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4748096054529700254/posts/default/7508805216889473608?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4748096054529700254/posts/default/7508805216889473608?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://maurizioimbriale.blogspot.com/2008/12/funeral-party.html" title="Funeral Party" /><author><name>Maurizio Imbriale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06084789442932036392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="29" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_D3Ol-eMCSlc/RxOAVzRUvHI/AAAAAAAAAD8/_fKgimfD0Iw/s200/mauri5.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D3Ol-eMCSlc/SVYoO41MuLI/AAAAAAAAARo/bDDZ_XNf3Gs/s72-c/party.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkMMRHo_eCp7ImA9WxVTGUU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4748096054529700254.post-1424539546461815010</id><published>2008-12-21T12:27:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T13:08:05.440+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-01-03T13:08:05.440+01:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Film" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Placido Michele" /><title>Romanzo criminale</title><summary>Lo ammetto: di solito guardo con scetticismo i film italiani. Per troppo tempo ho beccato fregature e ogni volta che qualche amico mi suggerisce di vedere un titolo nostrano il mio istinto di sopravvivenza mi suggerisce di girarne alla larga. Sbaglio? Può darsi. Eppure in questi anni non mi pare di essermi perduto nulla di clamoroso.Prendiamo Romanzo criminale, tratto dal best seller di Giancarlo</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://maurizioimbriale.blogspot.com/feeds/1424539546461815010/comments/default" title="Commenti sul post" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4748096054529700254&amp;postID=1424539546461815010" title="0 Commenti" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4748096054529700254/posts/default/1424539546461815010?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4748096054529700254/posts/default/1424539546461815010?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://maurizioimbriale.blogspot.com/2008/12/romanzo-criminale.html" title="Romanzo criminale" /><author><name>Maurizio Imbriale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06084789442932036392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="29" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_D3Ol-eMCSlc/RxOAVzRUvHI/AAAAAAAAAD8/_fKgimfD0Iw/s200/mauri5.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D3Ol-eMCSlc/SVYoddlDjRI/AAAAAAAAARw/nYUeb-4HWOI/s72-c/romanzo.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkIFR3gzfSp7ImA9WxVTGUU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4748096054529700254.post-4418285105586074695</id><published>2008-12-08T15:35:00.012+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T13:08:36.685+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-01-03T13:08:36.685+01:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Film" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Eastwood Clint" /><title>Gran Torino</title><summary>Il nuovo film di Clint - Gran Torino, dal nome della mitica Ford anni '70, la stessa che guidavano gli sbirri Starsky &amp; Hutch nella serie Tv - si prospetta decisamente interessante.</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://maurizioimbriale.blogspot.com/feeds/4418285105586074695/comments/default" title="Commenti sul post" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4748096054529700254&amp;postID=4418285105586074695" title="0 Commenti" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4748096054529700254/posts/default/4418285105586074695?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4748096054529700254/posts/default/4418285105586074695?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://maurizioimbriale.blogspot.com/2008/12/gran-torino.html" title="Gran Torino" /><author><name>Maurizio Imbriale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06084789442932036392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="29" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_D3Ol-eMCSlc/RxOAVzRUvHI/AAAAAAAAAD8/_fKgimfD0Iw/s200/mauri5.JPG" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkIAQHk_eyp7ImA9WxVTGUU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4748096054529700254.post-2139349098526482005</id><published>2008-11-30T12:30:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T13:09:01.743+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-01-03T13:09:01.743+01:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="I film della mia vita" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Spielberg Steven" /><title>Salvate il soldato Ryan</title><summary>"L'orrore, l'orrore." Con questo sussurro disperato il colonnello Kurtz-Brando chiudeva "Apocalypse now" di Francis Ford Coppola. Vent'anni cinematografici dopo quelle stesse parole sembrano riecheggiare nella mente del Capitano John Miller, reso sordo dalle bombe, mentre osserva sconvolto le carni dilaniate dei suoi compatrioti sulla spiaggia di Omaha Beach, in Normandia.Se in "Schindler's list"</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://maurizioimbriale.blogspot.com/feeds/2139349098526482005/comments/default" title="Commenti sul post" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4748096054529700254&amp;postID=2139349098526482005" title="0 Commenti" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4748096054529700254/posts/default/2139349098526482005?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4748096054529700254/posts/default/2139349098526482005?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://maurizioimbriale.blogspot.com/2008/11/salvate-il-soldato-ryan-i-film-della.html" title="Salvate il soldato Ryan" /><author><name>Maurizio Imbriale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06084789442932036392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="29" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_D3Ol-eMCSlc/RxOAVzRUvHI/AAAAAAAAAD8/_fKgimfD0Iw/s200/mauri5.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D3Ol-eMCSlc/SVjawpH1QiI/AAAAAAAAASY/UX_SKDKtCKI/s72-c/ryan.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkIBSHoyfip7ImA9WxVTGUU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4748096054529700254.post-6237755655556871854</id><published>2008-11-08T16:06:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T13:09:19.496+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-01-03T13:09:19.496+01:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Film" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Eastwood Clint" /><title>Changeling</title><summary>Ecco una recensione perfetta del film di Eastwood.Da Tempi Moderni</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://maurizioimbriale.blogspot.com/feeds/6237755655556871854/comments/default" title="Commenti sul post" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4748096054529700254&amp;postID=6237755655556871854" title="0 Commenti" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4748096054529700254/posts/default/6237755655556871854?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4748096054529700254/posts/default/6237755655556871854?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://maurizioimbriale.blogspot.com/2008/11/changeling.html" title="Changeling" /><author><name>Maurizio Imbriale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06084789442932036392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="29" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_D3Ol-eMCSlc/RxOAVzRUvHI/AAAAAAAAAD8/_fKgimfD0Iw/s200/mauri5.JPG" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A08EQnw9eSp7ImA9WxVSEEs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4748096054529700254.post-8195406694537634985</id><published>2008-10-04T12:48:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T12:50:03.261+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-01-04T12:50:03.261+01:00</app:edited><title>About Me</title><summary>Questo blog riassume articoli e links su film, libri e media, tutti temi di cui mi occupo per passione e per lavoro.Sono nato a Roma e dopo essermi diplomato al Liceo Classico mi sono laureato in Scienze Politiche.Dal 1985 lavoro in RAI, dove ho fatto il regista per 10 anni. Dal 1995 mi interesso del Web e in particolare di architettura dell'informazione. Ho progettato e realizzato il sito di </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://maurizioimbriale.blogspot.com/feeds/8195406694537634985/comments/default" title="Commenti sul post" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4748096054529700254&amp;postID=8195406694537634985" title="0 Commenti" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4748096054529700254/posts/default/8195406694537634985?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4748096054529700254/posts/default/8195406694537634985?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://maurizioimbriale.blogspot.com/2008/10/about-me.html" title="About Me" /><author><name>Maurizio Imbriale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06084789442932036392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="29" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_D3Ol-eMCSlc/RxOAVzRUvHI/AAAAAAAAAD8/_fKgimfD0Iw/s200/mauri5.JPG" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>

