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Rating: WARNING: This is a review against the entire nation! If you are Italian or Italianized, and you so much enjoy all of this... please stop reading immediately. No, I will not criticize the politics, nor the economy of our country, nor the unemployment, nor the deficit, but something far more serious; I dare to give negative opinions on Checco Zalone! A character who, at this moment, is enchanting the entire nation like a perfect Pied Piper. So if you are among the EVERYONE who laughed uproariously with Zalone's antics or if you belong to the race of "nobody better touch Checco!" you will probably hate me to the point of wishing for my physical death (which might happen, who knows! Try it!). I repeat... if you belong to this race... stop here. Thank you.
Once upon a time, trash was art! (and I could write a thesis on this) Today another word should be invented, I would opt for "shit," the organic/ideological element in which we are drowning... and drowning.
The cultural mediocratization of this little country began many... many years ago, ever since the mind-numbing power of TV started increasing its brain-flattening powers, with the advent of the semi-Berlusconian "culo tv" that turned this country into the people of "gabibbi" and "veline," of belches and live farts, of free bad words and artistic NOTHING, leaving behind a glorious past... where the greats like Alberto Sordi, Walter Chiari, Massimo Troisi, Vittorio De Sica, but also trash like Franco and Ciccio and company died along with a slightly less brutish and more genuine audience.
As time passed, handicapped surrogates tailored for an increasingly handicapped Italy were created, bewitched by mobile phone commercials, TV jingles, little songs, easy costume (which existed before but in a different way), and less and less thinking. For God's sake... TV fortunately also gave us Corrado Guzzanti, or you know... emmm Dario Ballantini... Maurizio Crozza... Max Tortora... Beppe Grillo (in the days of TV), in short, a bit of real chocolate in the middle of a sea of shit. But chocolate is not enough to save a country mentally enslaved by frivolous TV. This is the worst people Italy can remember! Artistically speaking, that of mediaset, ZELIG and its jingles! The cocktail of NOTHING! Half of the Italian population would be willing to kill their own mother just to appear for a minute on Mediaset! The young want to become famous... and that's it! That is, they have no other objectives, that's all that matters. TV has done irreparable damage, some pray to Allah and some to television. Today people are inspired by crap. What better way for today's youth than to compare themselves with mediocre characters? It already happened with Fantozzi... but with a difference, before we identified with the mediocre character because UNFORTUNATELY we felt like him, today we identify with the mediocre to be like him!! (That is: "Zalone made it, he's like me!... damn I take a guitar, swear and I can make it too!") The average people identify with Zelig's little character, a little man from a laboratory with a wig instead of art, dialectal accent and holiday village jingle. This is what it takes to charm the new generation, dialect + bad word + jingle + mediaset brand = the masses are tamed! The current peak of this social subculture is him! Checco Zalone! A character that best represents the social ZERO of the new millennium. He has no charisma, no talent, he's sluggish, mono-expressive, expressionless in the soul damn it, someone who writes songs with bad words making a burnt-out youth laugh! If you don't say "the pussy" they don't have fun! If they watch Chaplin they vomit! A generation of CRAP! (I said a bad word, laugh!) A generation so in love with this artistic freak that they ATTACK you in the true sense of the word if you dare to criticize him! I took a tour on the web and noticed that anyone who speaks ill of this Zalone gets massacred! With phrases like "Don't you like Checco? You don't understand a damn thing about comedy" or even the great philosopher who explains "look brother that Checco on purpose acts like the southerner, he's graduated" believing he's in possession of a truth that justifies his artistic ineptitude! I would like to specify one thing at this point: I'm not writing this review to be fake alternative, because if that were the case it would be much better for me! I unfortunately have to sadly admit that I'm a real SOCIAL DISABLED! I admit it without any problems, I'm a misfit! I hate young people, I hate television, I hate Zelig and the Italy of Checco Zalone! I have two things left: deserted island... alone... or gun in mouth. But since I couldn't care less about dying for a generation of rotten pears, hooray for the Maldives! I'm leaving next week! Screw you!
Despite everything... do you know what I tell you? And here's the surprise... "Una Bella Giornata" is a film that apart from its pathetic protagonist, is not bad! There are excellent supporting characters, some nice gags, and a light but not entirely predictable plot, a product far above the even worse Zeligs in cinema, "Christmas In South Africa". The comedy here is less vulgar and leans towards the brilliant. Unfortunately, it's him that doesn't work! That one can't be watched! (Martin Feldman in comparison was a model... but with talent!) A monkey that to please takes on the role of the audience, that is a brainless southerner. (Comparisons with Abatantuono? Are you crazy? Yet I've read them! My God! It's the end! Guys on this line of the southern little guy with a bald spot and clumsy we also have Aldo Baglio, who is much more talented, coming out of mime drama school, with great physicality and a bit of charisma that saves him from Zelig's flatness. Zalone seems to me a bad copy from Bari with reset talent!). As soon as he opens his mouth people laugh! But why! I don't understand! Why do you laugh? Because it's Zelig style? Because it's trendy? Because the social rule says "Zalone= laugh?" I don't get it. I'm sorry. It's a virus! It's a cancer! And it has spread throughout the country. You don't need to be an intellectual to understand how this artichoke clashes with the rest of the movie!
And yet the comedy works in several parts, nailing many gags like those with Muslims, in some points almost original. For me, it was like seeing a black dot on a lung x-ray, that is everything's fine... but with that dot... which then is the cancer. But people laugh.. and laugh.. and laugh... even if he opens his mouth to yawn. There are two methods to laugh in front of a comedian without charisma, laughing gas and Checco Zalone. In the first case it's a chemical pharmaceutical reaction, in the second case it's hypnosis induced by the Mediaset generation... which scares me more.
If there still really exists a bit of democracy in this country... don't throw away my review, maybe it's the only negative one on the entire web! Keep it as a little relic for losers. The one who doesn't laugh with Checco Zalone! Is he crazy? ... eh.. yes! And without hope!
RATING OF THE FILM: 6 and a half (out of 10)
RATING FOR ZALONE: ZERO (out of 10,000)!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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