For a couple of weeks after the repute hosted Benigni to come away with me, I take a nice piece of The Blade appeared on their blog . It 's more or less what I think Benigni for some time now. Also to be commended hermit crabs, they are polished, aggressive and disrespectful. Just as it was once Benigni, and today is no more.
No, away, do not we can do it. We tried to fly, more of a sense of reality out of affection. On the contrary: it is precisely the boundless affection and admiration towards what was, to dictate this piece.
Can two assholes as we speak ill of Benigni?
- Yes
- No.
opens i'ddibattito (cited).
Benigni is a genius.
Or at least it was for a long time. And now - because there is no way of knowing why - it no longer is.
We can only speculate squalid backyard, perhaps because of his wife, perhaps because of the Oscar, in part because of grandisssssssima Cerami, which is the spontaneity as Marc Dutroux to pedagogy, perhaps because he is tired and no longer wants, perhaps because she wants to change (and we are the first to recognize the artist wants to change the law, against the wishes of the public, basically conservative, who will regret what he had always appreciated and to which was attached), perhaps because he is stoned, perhaps because he has lost touch with reality, perhaps because we take seriously and really believe in what others say about him (a bit 'as JC Superstar), perhaps for a lot other reasons.
No, way, honestly ...
Benigni has become (in spite of or perhaps to his advantage) fighettarella a fetish of that part of the left, a fetish in which one can not speak except with terms like overwhelming, irresistible etc ... His every public appearance must be sent, received and then celebrated as an event, to be described as extraordinary in all the papers (or at least those compliant to the above left).
Benigni has become an overwhelming dogma, a cliché, a bit 'as Pippo Baudo is a serious professional, swimming is the sport most complete and Andreotti is nice. The benign
now is overwhelming if we compare it to TG2 Salute Luciano Onder.
But you can not say.
In fact, after the last appearance in Vieniviacommé , consents and enthusiasm have been (almost) unanimous.
All men, women, mothers, fathers, mothers-sons, carrion, students, workers, unemployed people, politicians, soccer players, journalists ... all were pleased and reassured by the activation of Benigni.
And this is already a small failure, which should make for a satire.
If you're not angry / think / surprise nobody wants to say that you have not moved anything.
satire, at least in our view, should not be assured. Indeed, it must be the exact opposite and in this regard, the involvement of Albanian Antonio in the second episode of the program was wonderful . Albanian has made me laugh while he was passing messages terrifying; uploaded behaviors and habits in order to highlight the abnormality in a few minutes did a portrait of contemporary Italy through the figure that best represents: the peasant bandit, finally, did not need to pop up here and there, did not laugh forced to call the laughter of the audience, not obsessively gestured to appear bright. And above all he closed his speech with a final direct, very serious and frightening.
For this reason, the next day, he did not shit anyone.
Satire is a funny comment, but critical and unforgiving facts that happen.
The point is just that: enjoyable, but critical and unforgiving.
This requires the construction of a creative process that leads the reader (or viewer) is not only funny, but to remember that fact that caused the laughter, and maybe even to see things from a different perspective from the accepted or - increasingly - set the media mass.
If this mechanism fails, fails the very nature of satire and you end up making simple comments on the bar, at most - sometimes - salacious (see Littizzetto), or SAD banality.
Things shareable ("not a killer because he wrote a book", "life must be respected," "When a man meets a man with a gun with a pen" ... etc ...) last night said by Benigni could very well say Fazio, Moccia, Veltroni or the Pope, and we do not believe that dealing in particularly vivid characters, unsettling, overwhelming and creative ... except perhaps The pope, for his eccentric dress and the fact that talks with invisible beings.
anyone remember a joke told by Benigni in fulminant Vieniviaconme?
No, right?
And you know why? Why were not there.
Perhaps ... yes, one, here ... the list of facts and figures that ended with "... that my father bought in the market."
Too bad it was borrowed from Spinoza.it.
Benigni, as a great comic that is (one of the few able to combine pure comedy and satire) needs to play with the body to trap the agreement. Shakes, cries, laughs (and calls the laughter of the audience) dancing, singing, wipes the sweat, sing a pretty song about the properties of Berlusconi, recovering from a 1995 show of his , adapted to the facts of today.
But if we remove this superstructure, what remains is very little, very little. Nothing remains impressed. Why
comedy and satire are not the same thing. The comic does not affect the values, not try to illuminate dark areas, does not take place.
satire. And how.
TuttoBenigni The first (if you have not seen it, look, it's a must!) Was pure genius. When they saw I was left impressed per day (to us for a lifetime). The second was no longer as strong.
From there, the ruins.
Since then made to watch films as homework, and come with gag innocuous phone calls at the expense of the spontaneity of the improvisational skills that he had been placed as an atomic bomb in the panorama of Italian events. From here the lament about love, mystical crises, the importance of Madonna (!!!), readings of Dante, the blood volume bbene, the squalid Sanremo invitation to Berlusconi to make us feel proud of being Italian and all that is neither satirical nor brave, nor overwhelming.
TheBenigni hour is this, if you take note and accept (or you cry, as we do) but you do not sing more like you did with the brilliant inventor of Mario Cioni.
are two different things, we would say antipodes.
End of the 'rricrativo, principles i'ccurturale.
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Today's Italian literature, with rare exceptions, takes place far from political and social issues. When it does, is within the framework of 'acceptable', in which distortions of the system can be criticized without challenging the system itself, let alone the international framework in which it is inserted. So there are numerous complaints of the Mafia and other organized crime, corruption, police violence of some of the degradation of civil life, and so on. To them, however, does not match, or is very rarely called into question a whole way of life under capitalism, or its direct consequence of worldwide imperialism. I can not think of any contemporary Italian novel (apart from a few pages of little-known authors) that depicts the current war in its many variations, the power of finance or on the side, a suburban life in which fascism and racism are back, overwhelmingly, to be part of everyday life.
Dead shopping malls rise like mountains beyond mountains / And there's no end in sight / I need the darkness, someone please cut the lights