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your friends, the sad end of supercazzola

from the daily act of March 10, 2011


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

be 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 set in Florence and the fifteenth in an attempt to estimate what desperate to avoid comparisons between the original and the (draft) copy. For those who do not already know: the Filmauro of Aurelio De Laurentiis going to send hundreds of salt in a spring-summer cinepanettoni Blacks Parenti, director of Christmas this side of Christmas there, but also Fantozzi past, those 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 ), 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 on the "Hands off My friends: stop De Sica and announced its prequel." The reason of the rebellion is useless to explain it. The original film began as an idea, one so brilliant, of Pietro Germi, who had time to conceive but not implement it because he died. So the first two films he directed them Mario Monicelli , then stop there: the third act - far less memorable - even great was given to Nanni Loy . Monicelli, last year, has had time to comment on 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 criticisms on Corriere della Sera: "I can also understand the 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 and Noiret are all dead (Moschin is alive, but luckily for him it is not was involved). But then, and above all: that Italy has to do the 2011 (even the Florence of the '400) with that of 1975, when he came out the first act? Thirty-five years are nothing for cinepanettoni, but a millennium for the masterpieces. Within living memory, the only remake of the Italian comedy who equaled, even surpassed the model, is the "Conte Max" with Alberto Sordi instead of De Sica (Vittorio , of \u200b\u200bcourse). Then, unfortunately, was that of De Sica (Christian), although fortunately no one remembers him. Just look at one of 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, Inferno, which describes the little devil "had made a trumpet of his rump." But nevertheless, even for this very reason, his Divine Comedy remained.

The trailer as in the idea of \u200b\u200bthe prequel to "My Friends" is missing the spirit that 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 Placido Puglia 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 Sometimes the Gypsies themselves, the same trick, the same supercazzola. Their were all unique. This is why hundreds of thousands of people know by heart every beat them 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, we Checco Zalone and then the whole team of Zelig. In view output in cinemas all over Italy, the protesters on facebook propose a boycott, even the employment of some movie theater to protest against the desecration of the original. For heaven's sake, boycotts have always boycotted the game. "This film - points out a test page on FB - you boycott itself." Just do not go see it. If the rooms remain empty, De Laurentiis, Relatives and De Sica would be returned to their cinepanettoni fart. And no one would try to pollute more masterpieces. The supercazzola is too serious to fall into the hands of these people.

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