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Rating: Enough!!! I can't take it anymore!!! I can't take it anymore that in Italy, besides the usual four nonsense, every now and then the usual movie about 30-somethings who don't know what to do in life comes along: and Santa Maradona is one of those films, at first glance it seems like an extension of Muccino's movies.
We're in Turin, and the film tells the story of these two friends with degrees, Andrea and Bart, who share the same apartment and are always at risk of eviction or worse punishments (genital mutilation) if they don't pay; one of them copies reviews for a newspaper, passing them off as his own, while the other spends the entire film throwing himself into the usual job interviews: if the film had good premises in the story, which presents surreal traits in the dialogues between the two and in the slightly grotesque situations, between the two guys and their Indian friend, giving a sense of lightness that almost allows one to rise above the usual antics of "youngsters who don't want to enter the adult world (huh?)" and at the same time shows how difficult it is to find a job in our country (Andrea seems to do everything not to find a job or to sabotage a job interview) after graduation, these premises punctually shatter with the appearance of the female character, Dolores, whom Andrea bumps into on the street (just like Licia and Mirco did in the days of Kiss Me Licia).
The film then begins to take the usual worn-out route of the love-at-first-sight between the two, then going through the usual crisis where, obviously by the finale, he, thanks to this crisis, matures and takes life head-on until the inevitable and nauseating happy ending: so, if the director could have played with the good resources of the actors, having the talent of Accorsi and especially the flair of Libero di Rienzo, to do something good (like when he shows us the meanness and deceit in workplace relationships) it ends up in the usual television jam, trying to say and do too much: thus, I don't understand some camera movements that are so fast, coupled with a rise in music (great music from Motel Connection, though maybe a bit over-the-top) to create—I don't know—the idea of tension... of speed... or of evening outings... I mean, stuff from a TV series trying to rely on the boys' ironic lines, on their description of annoyance to wrap it all up nicely.
Missed opportunity
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