Discouraging picture of four characters searching for themselves, but so lazy and inept that they can't manage to put one foot in front of the other. Pieraccioni plays the role of the late romantic youth who, even when he could accomplish something good for himself, ends up giving it up due to ineptitude. The rest of the thirty-somethings are one worse than the other. Tognazzi upholds a sham marriage to pursue a career in his father-in-law's factory and achieves nothing on the academic front. Ceccherini is a vulgar fake dynamic comedian who cannot control any emission and ends up destroying his own opportunities with his own hands. Papaleo is another depressed person who can't decide his life and takes advantage of the situation of passivity, reserving himself a miserable life in a commune of incapable people with no expectations.

In the bleak martyrdom of failure and a life without prospects (emotional, social, and professional), the four drag themselves between idiotic antics and senseless behavior that smack of people unwilling to grow up. The hopeful Cucinotta's interpretative contributions are dramatically low. Only the professor friend of the pale, insignificant proto-timid Pieraccioni, Alessandro Haber, saves himself, as it is always easy for him to play the part of the desperate.

A 1995 pseudo-youthful comedy that tells in a haphazard way the misery of the Italian thirty-something, and does so in a Tuscan comedic key, but turns out to be a fourth-rate film with inexplicable cinematic success. Everything ends in a nothing done, with the promise to grow after being slammed once again against the wall of failure (taking new paths and finally trying to build something), and the final antic feels like a group of fools who do not deserve a new opportunity.

Pieraccioni, meanwhile, will demonstrate in subsequent films that he has nothing to say.

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