Call it luck, perhaps revolution.
is certain is that to go see
movie was not planned and it was even less to go back to writing.
The truth is that perhaps most of all ignorance upsets me that I keep inside me
and the lot is always happy to find me, even when everything would be afraid that I do not want to let me
not find her.
"Every day, every hour a man who is born to felictà is intended ..."
true, I begin to fear being among them, like it or not, believe it or not!
However
begin with a word very dear to my heart for some time now
"caffèèèèèèèèè!" He is
I've always linked to this, at the cafe.
"If nun is that pleasure is bono?"
I know that there's no shame in saying it, but in short, a healthy
admission of guilt sometimes does good for the soul. Nino Manfredi
I've always thought salaried by Lavazza.
point.
Then one day, perched on a sofa beautiful are found in front of me who pretended not to know how to write not to be recognized, then poisoned I saw a bicycle riding overturned near the sea, then - and this is where I start - I found myself in the film is so timely and so complex that I could not help myself.
was up just talking about it, can write - which I found to be my only way to really understand how I feel.
Well,
come to him - yes, yes Nino - which on this occasion, however, the people called Garofalo.
lives in Switzerland, but it's Italian.
works in a fancy restaurant, but it is being tested.
fears and hates turkish to a test as he might occupy the only place free from waiter, but we slept together.
speaks to his wife in the picture, but listen to the nearby Greek play the piano (or so I thought ...) Find a girl
strangled in a park, flees, is arrested by police, he feels doomed but believe in his innocence and the issue (because there is already a self-confessed .... of course Priest) is ejected from
restaurant and Switzerland for having pissed on a wall in the street, but lacks the courage to share with other migrants desperate and sing happy "that just the sun, just the sea ..."
been living underground for a while looking for work and finds it rich thanks to a corrupt manager who fled Italy after ruined street and millemila with all the factory workers but that
commits suicide and finds himself on a train, but down again to hear that singing a Milanese "at least we have the fog" just not holding the heart
ends in a chicken coop where everyone lives the life of chickens and hens happy and laugh saying that basically there is no difference but he see that difference but there is
dyes her hair blond and finds himself in a bar, but you want to play against Switzerland and Italy he does not like the blond at all, "goooooaaaaaaaaaaallllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllll"
this time on the train wants to take, even after the Greek friends - while married - got to see him again .... Italian singing "at least we have the sun ".... once again off the train, but time is not on station, in a no man's land, probably on the border still in time to stay in Switzerland, where perhaps there is a possibility. or maybe - it's true - there is NOT a good look if you're born poor, if you are a foreigner.
Mille possible ideas and possible ideas, political
that ... yet on closer inspection, some say that both have the sun and still look good even without the sun there are those who tries unsuccessfully that st'Italia-now as then-you can just go away and Switzerland for a leak passes but for the whole capital has always dirty legs spread!
Human ... that in that groove that few really try to overcome it is said that fate befall thee in the victory (almost seems to suggest you're bound to fail every single scene in the film), but that it is so very important and hope so much stronger than even the most worn out will fail to surrender.
And then there's the personal that interests me ... maybe .... still too much that this sea \u200b\u200binside us we hear him sing but sometimes it's offensive, which some view from outside the peaceful surrender sucks to the point that we prefer to show a humiliation, a failure constant, sometimes even while burning injustice of not giving up the idea that it's all here that there can be no better. There
this order cleaner than a man who lives for nothing
this absolute quality of an actor who in only three films have already climbed all the peaks and has become my favorite actor
this constant cruelty of this image and text
scene of the house so as to remain unbiased and surreal
and skin around this thing that confuses me, I do not understand, that makes me whisper km in a million facts and do and this first night of insomnia
housewife who "every day at every hour was born a man who is destined to pain ..."
and I love to think that while belonging to another family I can not get away from the risk of soon becoming one of them .... at least for a while .... at least enough to feel that there is a difference.
Just enough to see that there is a difference.
Directed by Franco Brusati
With Nino Manfredi, Johnny Dorelli, Anna Karina
Year: 1973 , Italy
Music : Daniel Patucchi
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