Il secondo tragico Fantozzi - Casinò - "Menagramo d'un menagramo" What could I have been... 12, 13 years old…
My father had beaten me that evening.
He must have hit me about 3-4 times; I must have really messed up, who remembers.
When my father hit me, it hurt.
So, I was lying on the couch suffering and atoning, teary-eyed and sore.
On TV, they were showing FANTOZZI, I had never seen it.
I was grounded, watching the movie at home, and the atmosphere was heavy... but little by little, as I was watching the film, I started to laugh.
Slowly, the tears dried up, the physical pain became bearable, I felt like laughing, I wanted to laugh but I couldn't.
I was holding it in, trying, but I felt the laughter pushing strongly from within, I was shaking silently.
It’s known that when you’re a kid and you need to laugh, you can’t hold it in; it’s worse than needing to pee.
At a certain point, I burst out… when he’s at the casino and drinking, drinking, drinking the sparkling water, getting more and more inflated, and at one point he starts flying over the gaming tables.
I burst out laughing, I don't care, leave me alone dad, do what you want, I’m just laughing, everything has passed.
They say that now that he’s up there, he’s even charming to the Almighty, who asked him… oh man… where do you want to go? Hell, paradise, or purgatory?
But he answered him... YOU DECIDE!
