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The sad end of supercazzola

is about to release the sequel-prequel masterpieces of Monicelli set in Florence in '400: whistles, before leaving, that are more understandable

Marco Travaglio

S ia clear that this is not the process the film "My friends - How it all began," I have not seen or certainly see it. This is the most classic of intentions: the idea that the sick triptych of "Friends" (Act first, second and third) can have a sequel, even if disguised as a prequel is set in Florence in the fifteenth century as a desperate attempt to avoid prior comparisons between the original and the (draft) copy. For those who do not already know: the Filmauro Aurelio De Laurentiis is going to send hundreds of salt in a spring-summer cinepanettoni Blacks Parenti, director of Christmas this side of Christmas there, but the last Fantozzi, who desecrated the first two directed by Luciano Salce. In place of the legendary quinquetto Tognazzi-Moschin Noiret-Celi-Del-Prete (later replaced by Montagnani), have recruited Christian De Sica, Massimo Ghini, Michele Placido, Giorgio Panariello and Paolo Hendel.

TENS OF THOUSANDS of fans of "Friends" on Facebook are mobilizing doc page "GiùlemanidaAmicimiei: stop De Sica and announced its prequel." The reason of the rebellion is useless to explain it. The original film was born from an idea so brilliant that, by Pietro Germi, who had time to conceive but not implement it because he died. So the first two films he directed them Mario Monicelli, who then stopped there: the third act - far less memorable - but was given the great Nanni Loy. Monicelli, last year, has had time to comment the unhealthy found the sequel-prequel with these final words: "They tried to get me to work on the film, but I decided to stay out, they are right those of Facebook." He would have liked the joke vitriolic left on the Facebook page from a fan: "The very idea of \u200b\u200bthe prequel, Monicelli committed suicide" . And also this: "The prequel is a mess, like to redo the Divine Comedy in a modern way."

Relatives reply to the criticisms in the Corriere della Sera: "I can also understand skepticism, but before you judge a product to be seen. " Oh no, too easy: those used to judge the film only by the collection can not tell the public "pay the ticket and then, if you do not like, even criticized." Less than disappointed to return the ticket with the words "money back". The director added: "We are so respectful of the past that the subject of the film is of the same writers of the time, Leonardo Benvenuti, Piero De Bernardi, Tullio Pinelli." Another clever bit: One could argue that, unfortunately, the film is neither germs nor Monicelli or Loy, and unfortunately Tognazzi, Montagnani, Del Prete, Celi e Noiret sono tutti morti (Moschin è vivo, ma per sua fortuna non è stato coinvolto). Ma poi, e soprattutto:  che c'entra l'Italia del 2011 (anzi la Firenze del '400) con quella del 1975, quando uscì l'atto primo? Trentacinque anni non sono nulla per i cinepanettoni, ma sono un millennio per i capolavori.A memoria d'uomo, l'unico remake della commedia all'italiana che ha eguagliato, anzi superato il modello, è il “Conte Max” con Alberto Sordi al posto di De Sica (Vittorio, naturalmente). Poi,  purtroppo, venne quello di De Sica (Christian), anche se nessuno fortunatamente lo ricorda. Basta vedere uno the trailer for the new "My friends" to know that this time it will end. It speaks of a group of friends who give the "cazzeggiano" to overcome the boredom. But "My friends", the real one, has never cazzeggiano: it is a unique combination of bitter laughter, pure evil, poisonous complicity, satire and invective, cynical, snot, invention, ingenuity, enjoyment, sensuality, carelessness, people. In a word, poetry. It 's a mixture of Monicelli and Tognazzi, and died there.

The Gypsy "with supercazzola brematurata scappellamento foss'antani right as" not a slurry based on the trivium trumpets, horns, fart, ass, tits and pun-hole type, and so bucaiolo spetazzando. Or rather, is the art of mixing all these ingredients without ever making them vulgar. Even Dante's Inferno, which describes the little devil "had made a trumpet of his rump." But nevertheless, even for this very reason, his Divine Comedy remained.

in the trailer like the idea of \u200b\u200bthe prequel to "My friends" spirit is missing who made the original great. A spirit that was born in the mid 70's from a unique alignment of the stars: the one that lined up two monsters of monsters and five of the acting director in top form and at the peak of his career. Simply ridiculous, indeed tragically arrogant, think they can revive that spirit today with the Roman De Sica and the Apulian Placido trying to speak Tuscan, Roman or the other Ghini voiced by a Florentine. Or fill the gap by pulling in the Tuscan Hendel, also very good as a character and stand-up comedian, and Panariello, who has never made anyone laugh. Never Mascetti, the Perozzi, the Sassaroli, the NECC and Melandri were repeated two times the Gypsies themselves, the same trick, the same supercazzola. Their were all unique. This is why hundreds of thousands of people know by heart all their lines and their names and surnames, such as the formation of the heart of the team that won the last championship. The same Monicelli, after the second act, passed his hand. Now comes my friends in the Florence of the Medicis. Follow - there is to swear - my friends on the Nile, in New York, South Africa, Egypt, India, Miami, Beverly Hills, Rio. And soon after De Sica, and then we all Checco Zalone team Zelig. In view output in cinemas all over Italy, i contestatori su facebook propongono il boicottaggio, addirittura l'occupazione di qualche sala cinematografica, per protestare contro la profanazione dell'originale. Per carità, i boicottaggi hanno sempre fatto il gioco dei boicottati. “Questo film – fa notare un saggio sulla pagina Fb – si boicotta da sè”. Basta non andare a vederlo. Se le sale restassero deserte, De Laurentiis, Parenti e De Sica tornerebbero ai loro cinepanettoni scoreggioni. E nessuno proverebbe più a profanare i capolavori. La supercazzola è cosa troppo seria per cadere in mano a questa gente.

Blacks Only Relatives and its all the same and cinepanettoni desperately to throw in the flush, could have such an idea, I saw the trailer here and there, actually heard on the radio, and I understand that this is the usual film between the trivial and the banal, very little thing to the brilliant idea of \u200b\u200bGermi, superbly designed by Monicelli and actors of a different race than the existing junk.

E 'enough not to go see the film, hoping in this way that others do not face the "genius", a doubly good choice to keep the memory of those films become cult.


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