I would like some nostalgic Italian companions to realize that their words were pure protogrillismo. It’s no coincidence that today, some former B.R. vote for the yellow-green government and adore Salvini. A practical example comes from the film "Cuore di Mamma," where Paolo Ciarchi sings a piece written by Ivan Della Mea. The folkstudio, the records of the sun, but the concept is: "Wake up! You here laughing, joking, and thinking about Milan while the world is...".

We should find the courage to dismantle, piece by piece, the useless iconography of the proletarian-bourgeois revolts in Italy during the Sixties and Seventies. Pannella tried, but we all remember him for his legalize-the-fangs campaign.

Bourgeois proletariat = government of change with quite a few syntactic errors. And those damn disturbing films, where they randomly shoved in four bombs and two screw-ups, were an atrocious bore to give themselves some tone. Not everyone gets to be Fassbinder. Even though the merit of this film is highlighting the fact that behind several bombs, there was a subjective and individual nervous breakdown.
Cuore Di Mamma (Mother's Heart) 1969