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Thrash metal. Just to give you an idea: Thrash = scrap, trash (without h) = garbage. And put that “h” in there, it won't hurt you, come on.

Last thing: doesn’t this film just go by "Fantozzi"? Isn’t the second one called "Il Secondo Tragico Fantozzi"?

Rocket Brothers!

And with this, I will go for media, because I fully endorse the entry "Drammatico" presented in De-Generi. Dramatically real. @Antonio_Banki: yes, that scene is legendary... but I found it even funnier when they forced the director to watch for three days a hodgepodge of cheap cop movies, Italian sexy comedies, and the like, kneeling on chickpeas... XD

Fantozzi... is one of my top five favorite films (and from the saga, I would only add Il Secondo Tragico Fantozzi and Super Fantozzi... the others are just fluff, alas). I still remember when I first saw it: I laughed so hard for an hour and a half (the unforgettable and/or memorable Mariangela, aka Plinio Fernando...). And just when I was preparing to end on a high note with more hearty laughs, the twist came. Watching, frame by frame, the scene where Fantozzi, on the verge of tears, throws a stone against the window of his company ("Damn it, twenty years of my life you've taken from me! But what have I done to you, huh?") I got emotional. Because I identified completely with the character: the bullied employee, excluded from the company of colleagues, mistreated by superiors, unaware of the exploitation he endures... this, in the end, is the lesson of Fantozzi. Beyond the laughs, the smiles, the sarcasm, Fantozzi is, in my opinion, first and foremost an educational film. Educational, or a form of protest. And this is the strength of this film, and of its sequel: starting from the 90s onwards, the figure of the humiliated accountant turned into that of a perverted pensioner, losing every shred of fun, eclipsing into a spiral of pointless vulgarities and immense boredom. Review, forgive me, a bit scandalous.

The first time I saw him I was nine years old... and I SHIT myself...

Hetzer, do you need psychological help, a pussy in front of your eyes, a dose of cocaine, or a kick in the ass?

It's not bad, let's not exaggerate. Partly mainstream: it seems to me, in terms of sound, even more ambitious than TCFSR. More atmospheres, more baroque elements. I don't know, and to think that I don’t do drugs. But I don't find it bad.

W Jessica Alba!

It depends if you're a pornstar or if your name is Paris Hilton; in the second example, it's 150% unnatural.