The comedian beat Corrado Guzzanti and Virginia Raffaele
So Lol it didn’t make him laugh. In reality, a bang of situations would have made me laugh – Maccio Capatonda finally smiles free -, starting from the last line of Corrado Guzzanti. The only way to resist was totally estranged from the game, one of my techniques was to mentally sleep so as not to listen. The second edition of the format produced by Endemol Shine Italy for Prime Video ended with a duel, Virginia Raffaele against Maccio. Nobody laughing. Corrado Guzzanti intervened (eliminated shortly before) and started a show that ended with a magic number: Take a card without showing it, do you like it? Come on, keep it, I’ll give it to you. Virginia laughs, Maccio wins. Capatonda had started slower, but in the last two episodes he brought out the best. His jokes are Fontana’s cuts, they arrive dry, suddenly, between nonsense and puns, his face always imperturbable. Master in his comedy built on sketches designed and edited, compared to the others three phenomena (Guzzanti, Forest, Virginia Raffaele) seemed to suffer from the live broadcast but then showed off high school numbers with his fake trailers (The slacker voice actor who forgets to give his voice to an actor; The forgetful speaker who forgets everything) and with his idiotic books like The Basin: how to fill it, how to empty it, where to keep it and the unmissable Learning to walk in a few simple steps.
Who made it more difficult for her?
Corrado above all, my myth of when I was a kid, the one that comes closest to the ropes of my humor. Together with him also Virginia Raffaele and the Mago Forest, one who displaces you, makes you laugh for his capacity for crazy improvisation. A special mention instead for Max Angioni with whom I found a great feeling.
Was it more important to participate or to win?
The important thing was to participate for a long time. Victory does not indicate skill; the objective was instead to try to make people laugh, spend oneself, actively participate.
And when did you realize it was funny?
When I was 10/11 years old I started being a videomaker, I had the dream of making horror or drama films, while as a hobby I did some comic sketches for friends. On the one hand there was the busy director, on the other the entertainer in his free time. For my horror movies they were actually funny and I soon discovered that doing something you can’t do causes trash. became a job when I was called by Gialappa, because they had seen through a mutual friend, some of my comedy videos. Everything from there, even if I feel perennially unprepared: I have not yet discovered that I am making people laugh and I always try to fill this lack of mine; this is the engine of my comedy, I always feel a little inadequate to do this job.
a tragedy to be a comedian?
As far as I’m concerned, I have a melancholy side, I live continuously with a sense of inadequacy and discomfort, I’m always puzzling, making myself mental paranoia about the world, reflecting on the human condition. This attitude gives dignity to my profession as a comedian: even if it may seem, I am not one who makes nonsense of shit. I spit my soul on the things I do, I think and rethink it, I reflect on it, I live in a continuous attempt to deconstruct reality because I don’t like reality as it is. And since I don’t like it, I make fun of it, I rebel: I see my work as a rebellion against the state of things; I don’t protest in the square, but I fight with my comedy.
You have painted the average Italian as a kind of subhuman: are we really so hopeless?
Thinking about the average Italian I wrote about myself. I have different sides of my personality, very contrasting with each other, in conflict: on the one hand I feel the desire to change the world and on the other I find myself prey to total indifference. It is not just about Italians, but about human nature, which contains all possibilities and often expresses them in parallel: you throw the stone and hide your hand. The committed and the indifferent blend in smart Italian.
As a boy he had strange culinary passions: he liked the cube for the broth and the consecrated host …
I always kept the cube in my pocket, it fascinated me that it was an almost infinite reserve of flavor concentrated in such a small size. I always carried it with me and gnawed it. At the same time I had an insane attraction for the wafers that seem the nemesis of the nut: very little flavor in such a thin space. Every day I went to mass at six in the evening to eat them. At that time there were only two in church: me and a crazy Catholic fundamentalist from Chieti.
March 4, 2022 (change March 4, 2022 | 07:31)
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