by Lorenzo Piccoli
A common question is what my favourite movie is. What kind of idiocratic question is that: of course I do not know. It depends upon many things: the moment, the feeling, the context, the perspective. I have no favourite movie, as well as no favourite book or song whatsoever.
But I do have a tiny little part of a movie I do consider ironically, politically and philosophically superior to everything else I have ever seen. It is (surprise, surprise) an Italian movie about, by and with Nanni Moretti. And the part is this:
It says: [let’s let aside the first bit while he drives and talks to himself] “You know what I was thinking about? I was thinking of something really said, you know, I was thinking that, even in a society that is more decent than this one, I will always be well off only with a minority of people. But not in the sense of those movies where there are a man and a woman who hate each other and eventually kill each other on a deserted island because the movie maker does not trust the people. No, I do trust the people, I just do not trust the majority of the people. I have the feeling I will always fine myself well off only with a minority and therefore…”
“Alright, best luck.“