It went bad. Yes, it went badly. Certainly for those who had set up a nice progressive and liberal mainstream weekend: Salvini guilty, the government inhumane with poor immigrants deported to Albania, and NGO stars in the front row. Richard Gere at Fabio Fazio’s Che tempo che fa on the Nine was, of course, the icing on the cake.
Instead, what do these magistrates do? They set out to apply the law, and not ideology, and acquit the unpresentable-for them, of the “cancel and woke” culture-league leader of the League of the charge of kidnapping.
Poor, haggard ex-beauty Richard, who had declared himself anti-Salvinian in a summer boat party vein on the Mediterranean, only had to talk about his latest movie, Oh, Canada. It sounds beautiful, but I go to see Boldi and De Sica at Christmas, by popular tradition. By now separate panettoni: to put them together I have to jump from one theater to another.
The truth is that the endorsements of the various Gere’s now count for a fig. I had also said this when old De Niro went to harangue the crowd (which wasn’t there) under the Trump trial venue, which he also tore up thanks to the boils on the Hollywood trolley.
Meanwhile, Musk is increasingly putting a muzzle on European business. Perhaps it was better for Fazio to drop by Atreju to get a little better understanding of how the future turns.
The article Oh, Gere! comes from TheNewyorker.
