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Federico Moccia - SORRY IF I CALL YOU LOVE (2007)
Strike! After the huge successes of "Three Steps Over Heaven" and "I Want You," here comes the third film from the melodramatic Moccia, which here, by the magic of accelerated courses, shows how useless it is to take directing courses; he went from screenwriter to director in no time. Here, without the toxic acting of that wreck Scamarcio: Moccia is the little king of a new trend, there's no denying it, a new genre, which I define with my own neologism as white cell phones; everything here is "predictable", from the erotic scenes to the feelings, to the "youthful" dialogues, to the reiterated inexistence of Bova, to the sneak accident, to the dialogues, the one-liners extracted from greeting cards, Baci Perugina, the clichéd soundtrack like a summer compilation, up to the nymphet of the moment - Quattrociocche - and her deep dialogues titti, pippi, cicci, like what are you doing tonight, like I love you sorry if I call you love.
A similar story with a parallelism came to my mind, an old film with a similar story, "Take Your Feet Off the Dashboard" by Massimo Franciosa with the late Alberto Lionello and a very young and stunning Carole André: even though more inclined towards sexy comedy, everything is more vibrant, more sensual, not sugar-coated, and the acting abilities are abyssal compared to the two rotten fish protagonists of Moccia's film. Bova is anesthetized in expression, a muscular cyborg without any inner depth, whatever role he plays, Quattrociocche is as sexy as an apprentice shampooer in a chic hair salon or a titti-cicci-pippi selling phone contracts door to door.
What is Moccia's message: is it just "a dive where the water is bluer, nothing more"?" Or: are feelings inoxidizable despite advancing age? Or is the "Bovino" juvenilism a futuristic hypothesis at hand for many over-40s who are vitaminized and tanned - that is, can a minor always fall for it?
And what if all these films, these books, were actually a project to numb people, are they serial products that remind me of a book by Italo Calvino "If on a Winter's Night a Traveler" where a processor makes sure to write novels for writers in their style, and so Moccia put everything into a gigabyte grinder and out came the film and book?
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By Jack Darko
The film is clichéd in every aspect.
In short, the film should be completely avoided, unless you want to see a sad documentary on today’s world.
By ashanti
Moccia, considered the spokesperson for the young, describes a reality that is often nonexistent and completely invented.
The author’s gaze lingers on the short skirt or the necklines of the seventeen-year-olds, on their mischievous glances… a hallucinatory film in which his exclusive and personal imaginary as a demented writer for teenagers meets the provocative 17-year-olds.
