I had never seen my friends , but always expect to do so. It was not even the death of Mario Monicelli , director of the first two acts, that drove me to do it now. Simply, with the knee locked, and the last part of the school holidays, I had the time to devote to this masterpiece of Italian cinema, and within a day, I came up to the third episode, directed by Nanni Loy .
My friends saga is a charming existence funny, stupid, very Italian with five friends struggling with the world. A world rooted truthfulness in Tuscany, especially Florence, in the evenings in style sports bar by Necchi, a pool table is always ready to play without rules and the love of provocative women behind the nearest corner of the imagination and ingenious solutions. My friends is a hymn to life as a game, the disorder suddenly joined by Collegiate taste good laugh against the idiots and gullible guy. I admit Monicelli and Loy, despite their considerable differences, have designed a remarkably coherent world ... where someone like me (rather than "German") would not be able to live their own. Yet it is a world that recognize and nostalgic look, a world of affection and sincerity, and a world of egosimi sudden sparks of madness, in which to tie down his life for the sake of estrone with suspenders decorated with bows, to escape his boredom and melancholy make confetti.
I do not know how long that generations have not lived as a sly George Perozzi (Philippe Noiret ) as the "Count" penniless Lello Mascetti (the inimitable Ugo Tognazzi), as the vain and too sentimental Rambaldo Melandri (Gastone Moschin ), such as ardently Necchi (Duilio Del Prete ), or as the surgeon to clear (and dubious) fame Professor Dr. Sassaroli ( Adolfo Celi) ... I do not know, I said, how long still recognize these men spent part of childhood memories, a relative, a summer afternoon in the country, waiting for a "boring" evening with friends ... For me it is so for me these men are almost no place like soul, as can not be what I became and I want to become. As part of a brilliant song a bit 'broken down and desecrating the life and his lies, drunk with love and genius. While it is not an advocate of realism or comedy "Italian", as it does not love the language a bit 'dull camerawork, My friends singular exception is for me, for his ability to invent a world and be even predictable, but fun as you'd expect a slap at that time.
I do not know what this nursery rhyme rhymed rhymes explicit and winking echeggino still men who lived in that age. The melancholy that accompanies the viewing of films such as My friends are all his success vitality Mascetti, Melandri, Necchi, Sassaroli Perozzi express to the end and a vitality that may be inauthentic (especially in the third act of Loy) but there are for this to be touching and unique. Gypsy and supercazzole scappellamenti with multidirectional (and there is no GPS that takes!) Enter the lexicon of the audience as whispered words, man to man, from friends too happy a Christmas dinner with the family and soon learned, had fun and dreamy looks among women infected and affected male in this funny game with the hilarity of an opportunity like no other .
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