Hollywood, the altar that defines us
By EUGENIO BUCCI: Fernanda Torres didn't win, but she is the greatest of all. Nothing is bigger than Hollywood, nothing is bigger than the Oscars. Nothing, just Fernanda Torres
07/03/2025
By EUGENIO BUCCI: Fernanda Torres didn't win, but she is the greatest of all. Nothing is bigger than Hollywood, nothing is bigger than the Oscars. Nothing, just Fernanda Torres
By EUGENIO BUCCI: A philosopher once said that hell is other people. Nothing to object to. But for Donald Trump, other people's hell is heaven.
By EUGENIO BUCCI: Behind the performative chaos of the President of the United States, with intercontinental lies and histrionic factoids, there is a cold and cruel logic
By EUGENIO BUCCI: Yes, we need to call Donald Trump a fascist. He restores and promotes fascism
By EUGENIO BUCCI: Zuckerberg climbed into the back of the extremist Trumpist truck, without shame, without limping and with a jolt. Meta came out of its silicon closet to enter the frenzied fanaticism
By EUGENIO BUCCI: Will the governor of São Paulo start defending human rights? Don't bet on it
By EUGENIO BUCCI: Ideology is a glue that, by making the word stick to its meaning, orders everything that people imagine they know, while hiding from them everything they do not know that they do not know.
By EUGENIO BUCCI: When it speaks the language of radio, TV or the Internet, a mystical group converts itself to the cheap cosmogony of radio, television and the Internet.
By EUGÊNIO BUCCI: Antonio Cicero, who lived in Rio de Janeiro, took his last breath in Zurich. And what about those who don't have the money to cross the Atlantic and pay for services?
By EUGENIO BUCCI: There is the war in Ukraine, there are the massacres in the Middle East, there is the polarization of Brazilian politics and there are the bicycle pilgrims. And does God exist?
By EUGENIO BUCCI: The facts bring us face to face with the exhaustion not of empires, not of humanity, but of planet Earth
By EUGENIO BUCCI: Those nostalgic for free will have become seasoned musketeers
By EUGENIO BUCCI: If someone ever says that this country is nothing more than a big auditorium, they should collect royalties from Silvio Santos
By EUGENIO BUCCI: All of humanity’s gestures follow the grammar learned in the vastness and debauchery of social — or antisocial — networks
By EUGENIO BUCCI: The prism of entertainment, which redefined the social form of democracy, is our childhood disease, as laughable as it is deadly
By EUGENIO BUCCI: In our days, the most momentous news is that the nationalist extreme right, covering the political stage with heavy shadows, wants to be international
By EUGENIO BUCCI: Global monopolistic conglomerates live up to their reputation as trillionaires and extremely powerful. They barbarize everywhere, as if they were floating above the reach of the law
By EUGENIO BUCCI: Today, ignorance is not an uninhabited house, devoid of ideas, but a building full of disjointed nonsense, a thick goo that occupies every space
By EUGENIO BUCCI: Fernanda Torres didn't win, but she is the greatest of all. Nothing is bigger than Hollywood, nothing is bigger than the Oscars. Nothing, just Fernanda Torres
By EUGENIO BUCCI: A philosopher once said that hell is other people. Nothing to object to. But for Donald Trump, other people's hell is heaven.
By EUGENIO BUCCI: Behind the performative chaos of the President of the United States, with intercontinental lies and histrionic factoids, there is a cold and cruel logic
By EUGENIO BUCCI: Yes, we need to call Donald Trump a fascist. He restores and promotes fascism
By EUGENIO BUCCI: Zuckerberg climbed into the back of the extremist Trumpist truck, without shame, without limping and with a jolt. Meta came out of its silicon closet to enter the frenzied fanaticism
By EUGENIO BUCCI: Will the governor of São Paulo start defending human rights? Don't bet on it
By EUGENIO BUCCI: Ideology is a glue that, by making the word stick to its meaning, orders everything that people imagine they know, while hiding from them everything they do not know that they do not know.
By EUGENIO BUCCI: When it speaks the language of radio, TV or the Internet, a mystical group converts itself to the cheap cosmogony of radio, television and the Internet.
By EUGÊNIO BUCCI: Antonio Cicero, who lived in Rio de Janeiro, took his last breath in Zurich. And what about those who don't have the money to cross the Atlantic and pay for services?
By EUGENIO BUCCI: There is the war in Ukraine, there are the massacres in the Middle East, there is the polarization of Brazilian politics and there are the bicycle pilgrims. And does God exist?
By EUGENIO BUCCI: The facts bring us face to face with the exhaustion not of empires, not of humanity, but of planet Earth
By EUGENIO BUCCI: Those nostalgic for free will have become seasoned musketeers
By EUGENIO BUCCI: If someone ever says that this country is nothing more than a big auditorium, they should collect royalties from Silvio Santos
By EUGENIO BUCCI: All of humanity’s gestures follow the grammar learned in the vastness and debauchery of social — or antisocial — networks
By EUGENIO BUCCI: The prism of entertainment, which redefined the social form of democracy, is our childhood disease, as laughable as it is deadly
By EUGENIO BUCCI: In our days, the most momentous news is that the nationalist extreme right, covering the political stage with heavy shadows, wants to be international
By EUGENIO BUCCI: Global monopolistic conglomerates live up to their reputation as trillionaires and extremely powerful. They barbarize everywhere, as if they were floating above the reach of the law
By EUGENIO BUCCI: Today, ignorance is not an uninhabited house, devoid of ideas, but a building full of disjointed nonsense, a thick goo that occupies every space
