Carlo Verdone
L'abbiamo fatta grossa

A film by Verdone and Albanese comes out, what do you think?

It will be crap. Okay, but why? Where is it written? Maybe not.

Then you see the trailer and think: this is crap.

So, as you sit back in your chair, your expectations are low, maybe not completely down, but definitely pigeon-level.

The film starts, and you slowly sway, encountering the usual Italian comedy stuff: misunderstandings, policemen, priests, old ditzy aunts, foreign lovers, jerk lawyers, wives who are jerks but really just confused, and so on. The same ol' nonsense we've been enduring for twenty years, slumped on sofas too small to provide comfort alongside the two idiots we've inevitably become.

Yet, amidst the chaos, you notice new but old faces, like when you meet someone you don't know, but they have an incredibly familiar aura.

In short, scenarios, gags, jokes that aren't that banal, perhaps trying to push beyond and maybe they even succeed.

For instance, who ever considers the hassles of having only 500 euro bills? What do you buy with them?

He says, oh well, you think you need a scientist to figure that out, and he's got a point, but it made you laugh.

And so you sway, constantly, continuously, at the mercy of these two guys, also with a very familiar look, and you don’t know.

Then there's the ending, different, unexpected, pleasant, but you still don’t know.

You continue not knowing even as you write the review, and as you write you're thinking “why?” and you read it again and think “what are you trying to tell me?” and so on and so forth.

Now you’re at a dead end. There's no conclusion.

There's no beginning or follow-up; could there have been a conclusion?

There's nothing. And nothing is what, in the end, this film leaves you with.