Christian De Sica

Son of a milestone and cornerstone of our cinema (when we had a truly divine Italian cinema) that this petty bourgeois, farting bean-lover, and sexually ambiguous figure has helped ruin with a heap of anthology-worthy films of the worst kind, filled with sketches on the edge of the horrible, jokes centered around shit, farts, stinking food, screwings, Roman jokes from cherry festivals, and other abnormally absurd and intellectually unacceptable nonsense.