In Nanni Moretti's latest film, Future Sun, there is a particularly brilliant moment. The filmmaker he plays observes how a colleague is about to shoot an action scene in which a character, well dressed, standing, in a position of dominance, shoots over the head of another, kneeling and with his head down, after which Their brains and blood will spill across the screen. Moretti cannot tolerate it and prevents the shot, giving a speech about the importance of aesthetic choices that always end up being ethical. “You are glorifying violence, you show it as something cool and beautiful, with music in the background.” But killing is not a show. He gives as an example Kieslowski's Thou Shalt Not Kill, in which we see a person laboriously murdering another – these things do not last a second – and we witness the suffering of the victim and the effort of the aggressor for an endless ten minutes: this is what killing is like, he tells them. . To expand the debate, he telephoned none other than the architect Renzo Piano or his colleague Martin Scorsese.
When I was young, on a trip to the Fragatina Florida 135 nightclub, I watched from the observation deck on an upper floor, along with the owner of the place, the late techno grandfather, Juan Arnau, at a fight on the floor with broken glasses that some people threw at each other. the face, with movements syncopated by the effect of the strobe lights and the rhythm of the music. Arnau looked at me shaken: “I found it nice,” he said, scared of himself, while security took away those involved.
Scorsese has released a striking contemporary western that tries to turn the codes of the genre on its head, starting from its formal choices. More radical and parodic is The Big Book of Cuttlas with its Cherokees who go to Ikea, exclamations like "miserable ruffian!", doubting cavalrymen ("I never remember if the Arapahoes are friends or enemies") and, above all, an endearingly naive character who is easy to imagine, like Moretti, dancing in circles with his arms outstretched, illuminated by a bonfire, next to the Indians, Voglio vederti danzare by Franco Battiato.
