Federico Moccia

The trashiest writer in history, the absolute nothingness, the emblem of mediocrity, faker, banal, and glossy than Den Harrow. And in parentheses: his appearance on Chiambretti with the “actresses” of “Amore 14” is the lowest moment ever seen on TV after the historic and pathetic quarrel between that jerk Pappalardo and that other jerk Zechila. But his cleverness was too high not to give him at least one extra point. As for the rest, I hope some form of leprosy gets him out of our way once and for all.