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Rating: I know, it has yet to begin. This is my first review (although it's not true) and by the way "borrowed". A page that applies (with some small variations) to past, present, and surely future Sanremo events.
«I watched one of the Sanremo nights on television.
I was at a friend's house for dinner and couldn't escape. These friends intended to watch the broadcast for study reasons, being psychologists interested in mass culture phenomena. In the end, I realized that they actually enjoyed it. The fact that young people were singing was meant to assure them that their approval fell within the youthful aspect of the phenomenon. The truth is that to me, the spectacle, which I'm not sure was more ridiculous or pitiful, of those people shouting very silly songs that all seemed almost the same, seemed old to me. Anyway, if this is youth, you can keep it. I've never seen anything more stiff, patched up, futile, vain, filthy, and self-serving. No ideas in the words or the tunes. No ideas in the performances. And some were pointed out to me as particularly good. There was a guy, for example, with baby-like hair who seemed to protest against the fact that ill-intentioned people were throwing stones at him. It wasn't clear why he complained so much. Would he have preferred them to throw bombs at him? Or what? That such a type is stoned should be normal. He is ugly, dirty, and probably poisonous.
I know well that complaining about the results of a production-consumption policy is useless. Very strong economic interests can modify not only the taste but the biology of a people who fall into this impasse. The broadcast was listened to, they say, by 22 million viewers, which is to say the whole of Italy – the country of mandolins».
Ennio Flaiano.
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