Phenomenology of Bunga Bunga Di Vincenzo Esposito
There was a time, now long ago, when Italian politics, shadowy and secretive, preferring to rely on the popular motto "command is better than fuck ". The austere (a) sexuality of Giulio Andreotti, so well represented in the film Il Divo by Paolo Sorrentino, sign up for the day "historic compromise", the insurmountable limit in the whole constitution.
Then came the eighties: hedonism than Reagan, unsustainable lightness of being, of Milan from drinking, craxismo incipient, and the Alfa rampant. Politicians, especially those of North America (today we would say "Po"), discovered that conventional wisdom could be replaced with the media, through which one can "control and fuck together." The Socialists, in particular, began to not make no mystery of their appreciation for beautiful women, especially young people. The court of "dwarf and dancers of Craxi became famous in the fashion capital and "political modernism".
began an era in which relations between politicians and the "little women" became more explicit, in some cases, even open-minded: think of the disco parties of "minister dancer" Gianni De Michelis, the relationship - just hidden by a veil of hypocrisy - of Craxi and Moana Pozzi (then flat-spotted the autobiography of the same porn star) and, finally, to ' ostentation of the party, already famous, organized by promising entrepreneur Silvio Berlusconi in Milan for the benefit of good, true forerunners of Bunga Bunga.
The Italians seemed to appreciate the new course, because it heralded the end of obscurantism sexual behavior lasted forty years. That fake "sexual revolution" came to also break the Maginot Line of the Italian television bigoted and judgmental. The deadly embrace between Craxi and Berlusconi took over the small screen as the same kidney and the same dancers that adorned the feasts of Milan to drink. And the Italians got drunk before Obtuse asses and boobs offered free broadcasts produced by Knight.
Suddenly, the dream of the long legs of the twins Kessler, "overshadowed" by Rai Bernabei, became only a dim memory. In the year of grace 1983, Antonio Ricci opened Drive , transmission (broadcast on Italy 1, a Sunday, early evening) in which each was followed by a comic curtain stacchetto sculettante danceable and performed by "girls fast food" (progenitor of papers and letters). That deadly formula: a sketch of Henry Beruschi and ass Lori Del Santo, two of withering jokes Zuzzurro and Gaspar and two boobs, as lightning, Carmen Russo. Although, to be fair, it must be admitted that, in the limited imagination of the average, have remained more tits the beats of the comedians in Drive.
not believe, however, that the transmission was designed solely for use and consumption of "common people". The real supporters the program proved to be especially so-called intellectuals. The poet John Raboni Milan, in an article in "L'Europeo", explicitly stated a preference
Drive television Renzo Arbore. In an interview with Il Giornale, Mario Soldati, in a burst of Lega ahead of its time, called it "the air of the north, finally entered among our comedians to wipe out the Roman." Not to mention the deployment of compact television critics, mad for the popular program Ricci, or meanly on the balls of Carmen Russo. From viruses
Drive was saved Benjamin Placido (the only TV critic seriously that Italy has ever had), which, in the pages of La Repubblica, considered the "smart and very funny."
But the worst was yet to come. After the young people more - a legacy of sexual imagery yet old-fashioned - the "TV of freedom" Berlusconi went to the exhibition of bodies of immature underage young lolitas, obedient and submissive, sacrificed, in skimpy clothes on the altar of share. With the help of the perversion of media Gianni Boncompagni, Mediaset broke the last taboo of voyeurism Italiot, kicking off the season is not the Rai, the cult of "Generation X" in our house (where the x indicates above the eventual abolition of any residual intellectual power survived the pandemic of the eighties).
was 1991, just three years before the "drop-down field" of Silvio Berlusconi. Since then, the resulting slurry mixed sex, money, entertainment and politics, found no obstructions. Indeed, the palaces of power (central and peripheral) were filled with show girl and escort, as if the electric shadows of television (the whores) only be used stoves, had decided to storm the Winter Palace and build a new "mignottocrazia.
We arrived at the Bunga Bunga the new millennium: Arcore underground disco dancing sensual and sexual, but also metaphorical place, in which minors consume and increased slowly (no more time for "fast food") their father / grandfather spirit: the Popes. Down there, vindictive android in search of the secret of their own creation, banquet, now undisturbed, with the last remnants of a gerontocracy dirty.
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