I watch this movie just to slowly get to the final exam scene where there are those beautiful buttocks of Carmen Russo.
It is the apotheosis of an absurd journey made of Pier Capponi, boarding schools, and mozzarella. However, the director is magnanimous in providing us with "fleshy arguments" to endure until the end, structuring the film to bring out from each of us that healthy and legitimate voyeurism. It traces this path with the simplicity of Carmen Russo who in the film is Valentina, a pure soul in a sinful body.
The deep-seated need to glimpse an alternative reality, made of intangible pleasures that only erudition and knowledge can give, is the stimulus that allows the protagonist to put herself to the test and try to evolve. Valentina's dedication and willpower for change is admirable and an example for everyone: to reach the goal, the "mozzarella" is indefinitely frozen. And the more she lends herself to this conscious sacrifice, the more the outside tries to tempt her: "how hard culture is."
Aristide, the butcher husband (an unsurpassable Renzo Montagnani), fully undergoes the change but strives in every way to restore order, encountering continuous mishaps. Not to be outdone, all the supporting actors brilliantly contribute to the success of this "raucous comedy," with invasive jokes left and right and peaks of sublime grossness that revive even the skeletons.
Masterful is the performance of Enzo Ributti (the Pier Capponi) especially in the final scene where we find him at the deli counter impeccably following the bologna directives of the boss. Gustavo the janitor, played by Tony Ucci, is no less: one wallet-draining scheme after another. High school from the randy headmistress, Marisa Merlini is not to be questioned; compared to her, you'll weep at what passes for entertainment today.
In the end, with a flurry of punches and "esperanza de Escobar," culture triumphs with the promotion (at least from our side) of the voluptuous Carmen.
Let's all repeat in unison: "Class assignment: The salami in the Middle Ages. Anyone who gets it wrong will have to write 100 times in their notebook: 'Culture is great, but I'm a fool!' The revue theater teaches more than the university. This is the right apprenticeship.
What an ass, guys...
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