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St.Tropez, St.Tropez
Even though we are in 1992, there is still someone who wants the
eighties. Out of time. And that’s not a great thing for a movie.
Castellano & Pipolo are the directors and authors of a screenplay
that focuses on four strong women, protagonists of the usual stories
that travel in parallel. Apart from this interesting idea, the choices
of the cast are almost all wrong and the events have no bite. In short,
you don't laugh, not even by accident. In addition to a bad acting and
a horrible soundtrack (eighties of course) by Zambrini, there is also a
poor copy of "L'emmerdeur", better known in the American film version
with Walter Matthau and Jack Lemmon, here, in charge of a new couple
formed by Alba Parietti and Fabrizio Bracconieri, with the first in the
role of a killer with a Sicilian accent (incredibly well done) and the
other fighting with depression. However, this two reaches the
sufficiency, something that other adventure companions can only dream
of. Because Serena Grandi and Stephane Ferrara who play a married
couple in search of the emotions experienced on the coast when they got
married, represent the most boring and worst part. A couple in which
the comic aspect is lacking, because Ferrara is not funny and Serena
Grandi has not gone down in history for her comedy or skill (but she is
always beautiful).
The omnipresent Jerry Calà puts a patch, leaving the role of
piano bar musician to rise to a famous conductor who returns to St.
Tropez to try to win back his former wife, played by Demetra Hampton
still strong of the fame of "Valentina", who wants to marry a very
boring Swiss man. Calà, as always, gives life to his gags with
his proverbial "no" acting but he is the only one who knows how the
genre works.
Finally, the other big name of appeal: Deborah Caprioglio, who plays
two cousins with Maurizio Micheli. She is frigid and he is very much in
love with his cousin who tries to help to unlock. They end up in
the midst of their attempts, a couple formed by Rosanna Banfi and Aldo
Bergamaschi, a stripper, who seems to be the solver of Caprioglio's
problems. Micheli, who is always a good actor, does nothing else apart
repeat what he has already seen and Caprioglio is simply his shoulder.
There is little to say or save in a film in which Jerry Calà is
the best performer (with Parietti), a job in which, unlike its peers,
there are sexy moments and very little nudity. Another great mistake.
