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Rating: Today, the film "Scusa Ma Ti Chiamo Amore" by Federico Moccia, based on the book of the same name written by Moccia himself, was previewed at the Giulio Cesare High School in Rome.
The school was in a frenzy with bodyguards at every corner "protecting" famous guests such as the director, the band Zero Assoluto, and the film's lead actor, Raul Bova.
We arrive in the Aula Magna (the convention room which also hosts a film club) and sit down. Shortly after, Zero Assoluto arrives and takes their seats at the back of the room amidst the audience's screams.
The film begins.
The story is very simple and cliché:
A man in his forties, who has just been left by his girlfriend, collides with a 17-year-old girl on a scooter. They start talking, and after a while, the girl, Niki, falls in love with him, Alex alias Raul Bova, who after few thoughts about the age difference and the ethics of the relationship, reciprocates the seventeen-year-old's passion.
The film progresses through love and doubts until the classic and cliché ending "...and they lived happily ever after..."
Federico Moccia has certainly hit the mark, as they say here in Rome. He has found his gold mine and, wanting to expand his empire, has decided to become the director of the films adapted from his books. The film is cliché in every aspect.
The story with the classic encounter, the classic relationship first passionate and then troubled, and the classic ending; the direction is equally cliché and predictable; the music is inconsequential.
The characters represent the sad reality in our country. Teenagers who either have their brains mashed, or only think about sex, partying, illegal races, and nightclubs*. Forty-year-olds who are dull and drugged, thinking only about sex.
In short, the film should be completely avoided, unless you want to see a sad documentary on today's world.
A sad look at an even more depressing reality
*I am also a teenager and I don't think I'm all that, but I see a completely messed up and wrong world around me. Certainly, there are also decent teenagers, and I know quite a few.
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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.
By Valeriorivoli
Moccia is the little king of a new trend, 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.
