From my communion more than 40 years ago, I have two memories. The first, the categorical refusal of my desire to celebrate it dressed as an admiral, which taught me before and better than any Spinoza treatise that free will was nothing more than an illusion. The second, the expression of the catechist when after a very captious “who is the most beautiful and pure woman?” A child responded not with a dogma of faith but with an empirical truth: Raffaella Carrà.
Laura Pausini, her heir, spoke this week about the fervor with which Spain welcomed the Italian in the seventies. in pectore, in The mathematics of the mirror and in Night Dand in both programs she was presented with a blonde wig. This is how predictable the promotion of Laura Pausini: a pleasure to meet you. A documentary that in the style of the delicious Life in a thread by Edgar Neville, where Conchita Montes discovered how happy she would have been if she had gotten into the right taxi, shows us the faded life of Laura Pausini if she had not won the Sanremo Festival with loneliness, the anthem for which, in an unpredictable turn of events, the sympathizer Leticia Sabater now claims to be responsible and has declared so to Socialite sick of not getting the credit she thinks she deserves.
In light of these statements, this pleasant documentary that will leave those outside Pausinism indifferent and will enthrall its followers, cries out for a second part. One in which it is Sabater who sweeps away lonelinesswin the Golden Globe and arrive at the Pala Alpitour arm in arm with Mika to present Eurovision while the Italian becomes an icon trash between Polvorrones, Sausagepotatoesimplausible montages and hymen reconstructions. Hopefully some modern Neville will make it possible.
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