They’re crazy about him, no doubt about it, but in this Fausto Brizzi movie Pazze Di Me, Pazze – Crazy is the optimal word. The “they”, a mom, sisters, an aunt and a grandmother, are all crazy in a not very attractive way and all seem to exist solely to ruin everything for Andrea, the only guy in the house.
The funny thing about this unpleasant movie, and it’s the only funny thing about it, is that it looked so good on paper. I read about it when it was a “coming attraction” and felt hopeful that these two had redeemed themselves: Fausto Brizzi, who made the ridiculous Com’è Bello Far L’amore and Francesco Mandelli, who had disgusted me in “I Soliti Idioti” (so much that I begged people not to spend money on it) were about to be added to my boycott list. I Soliti Idioti, which offends just about everyone on the planet, should have been enough to make me boycott any movie with Mandelli, and yet when I read about Pazze di Me it seemed smarter and better.
It’s not, but somebody else, someone better, like Carlo Verdone or Checco Zalone could have made it better.
The premise: A guy, Andrea played by Francesco Mandelli, lives in a house full of women. His father got the Hell out of there (and no one could blame him) when Andrea was a little boy, and now, all grown up, the girls, the whole selfish, stupid lot of them, ruin every relationship that a guy with no money and lives at home with his mom and crazy sisters can seem to muster.
When he meets the girl of his dreams, he lies and says he’s an orphan. It’s a funny idea but POORLY executed.
It might have been funny, if a greater portion of the movie had been spent protecting this ruse, but it’s surprisingly quickly cleared up, leaving the girl to try to figure out how to get along with Andrea’s one-dimensional family. And that’s impossible.
Why she fell for him in the first place is too big a mystery for me, anyway, and a stumbling block that should have clued me in on how much the rest of the movie was going to blow.
Stop going to see Fausto Brizzi movies, Italians, you’ll only encourage him to make more.
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