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Rating: "GOODBYE CIVILIZED WORLD"
Drama in three acts. Three young people, the two men R and G and the woman A, undergo a hallucinatory cinematic experience that leads them to reject reality and a progressive alienation.
ACT I
(We find ourselves in a small tavern in any city. The protagonists are sitting on a sofa, A is browsing a newspaper)
G: What are we doing tonight?
R: I don't know. Any suggestions?
G: None.
A: Listen to this... "A rich girl from a wealthy family accidentally meets a rebellious young man dedicated to illegal racing. Love erupts between the two, but there will be a sad ending... a fresco of today’s society, a portrait of today’s youth... directed by Luca Lucini... based on a book by Federico Moccia..."
R: So?
A: The title is "Three Steps Over Heaven" and it's showing tonight at the A...
G: Did you say Lucini?
R: He's the one from Pausini’s videos... Good Lord...
A: You're full of prejudices; it might be interesting. Besides, we have nothing else to do tonight.
G: Worst case, we'll have a laugh.
R: Fine.
ACT II
(At the cinema)
G: (Referring to R.) Can you believe this?
A: I'm disappointed.
R: Disappointed, my foot! I just shelled out six euros to watch a film where the characters are ashamed of their real names...
G: I wouldn't let myself be called "chicken" that persistently.
R:...with the plot being the same old banal story of two protagonists who like each other because they are opposites...
A: (Ironically) It’s the philosophical intent, reconciling Apollonian and Dionysian (laughs).
R:...I don't understand...Scamarcio turned his back on his family because his mother had a lover, his father was an on-and-off presence, he loiters in the morning and shows off at night, but who paid for his motorcycle?
G: She acts terribly.
A: Just her?
Teenager in the theater: Ssssssssh! We want to watch the movie!!
A:(Angrily) You little brat! Instead of wasting your early teens watching and applauding the dumbest stereotypes about today’s youth and trying to fit in, why don’t you think about educa...
R: Are you aware you're explaining the difference between red and blue to a blind person?
A: Meaning?
R: It’s pointless: the basic prerequisites are missing.
G: They just quoted "Rebel Without a Cause"
R: I'm leaving.
A: It's done, stay.
R: Stay? To be mocked by a film overflowing with various b.f.f., l.y.l.a.b., where they’d abbreviate anything? Then people say the Italian language is screwed...
G: They just said w.a.i.t.t.s.
R: Which means?
G: When you sleep with dogs, you get fleas.
R: (Looks at A.) Exactly. I don't know what to say... the director is a....
M: Oh Pancakeists!
A: And who is this now?
M: What? Isn’t this the set of "Medea"?
R: If only!
G: No ma'am... I mean miss... I mean jerk... I mean no.
M: Then excuse me.
A: Don’t mention it. You were saying?
R: Nothing. That chick stole my line.
G: Objectively, what would make anyone watch this film? Shallow characters drafted from the stupidest soap operas and pasted on screen, absolute lack of support for dialogue as they use the language of illiterate youth, the barely tolerable tale of the unforgettable first love, prioritizing a world where the ultimate aspiration is buying the latest phone and rebellion means getting a piercing without your parents knowing, showcasing it as well, a technique worth less than zero all tied together by a superficiality that infiltrates every aspect.
A: It’s over.
ACT III
(Back in the tavern, R sitting on the sofa, G on the opposite armchair, A on a chair in the corner of the room)
R: (To A.) Why are you crying? You know I was kidding about the six euros....
A: (In tears) That's not it...Lucini is right...
G: In what way?
A: Outside there's a society of cookie-cutter young people, all the same, clones of one another... it’s terrifying...
R: It took "Three Steps Over Heaven" for you to realize that?
A: No, but I’ve always tried to find an excuse....
G: She's right.
A: It’s all that film’s fault!
R: If that’s a movie then De Sade is a reviewer.
A: But we'll resist! We won’t leave this place again! We’ll live as hermits, away from everyone, and express our dissent through solitude. Promise!
R: I promise.
G: I promise.
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