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Sorry, I lost control. I'm a bit vulgar, leider.

The review is great, but I wonder: how come you watched a movie with this director and this actor? It's strange that you ended up watching it and accepted to see it until the end. I've dropped a lot of films after 1/4 because they were silly. How about you?

YOU don't solve a damn thing in private, do it in plain sight, so everyone can see how rotten you are. Stop ruining the review of dolce birba because it annoys me and I don’t want to.

There's no way I'm sending you a private msg. Forget it. To whom, son of a bitch?

Now you're exaggerating, MY MOM IS LEFT OUT, YOU GOT IT, CUGGHIONE?

ah, good, I see you're having fun together. I guess you know all the family’s preferences. And how does your mom like it?

your sister's gonzo butt...

Birba, my love, I read your review. I always read your reviews. And you took it personally because I expressed my opinion. So next time, should I just not say anything so we can stay on good terms? Let's ask the other users if I've said anything more in my four lines. I don't think I repeated what I've read. I confirm the 4, but only because you're a sweet girl with tender cheeks that are all too tempting to affectionately bite, and I would never want to see you sad.

The review is nice, dear rascal, but maybe it could have dug a little deeper. Verdone is good because he paints the crisis of a generation. From the potato who finds in a student the finesse that his wife lacks, he sees his impotence as an educator (his son has become vulgar) and starts from the young one (he starts over) to feel alive again (or not dead). And everyone has shortcomings. Everyone. Psychologist Cenci who explodes under the weight of everyone’s problems (“and who listens to me?”), from lost loves to unsuccessful loves, the lack of personal achievements, failing, humiliating oneself (De Sica). Okay, the comic key, but Verdone portrays a picture of catastrophic uncertainty and emptiness. Brilli will say, “I wanted to confront myself, take stock” yes, to see if there’s anyone who has worse shit around their neck than she does. A comedy film, but deep down, it’s extremely bitter. What remains? Loneliness, emptiness, nothingness, uncertainty. And Benvenuti, who acts like a fool and pays for his heavy and paradoxical sarcasm? This is what the generation painted by Verdone comes to: strong/extreme stimuli or nothing, just to feel alive. A whole bunch of people who are terrified of stopping living and yearn for their youth. The 4 is for sympathy, rascal. But you did well to review it.

Indeed. You make us reflect. I've been buying old stuff for years and I've never regretted it. On the contrary.