"Have you written any good fairy tales? Send them to me, who knows, maybe one of them will become a movie!“. With these words of Christian De Sica the penultimate day of the season has begun Fabula Award, the Writing Festival for children aged 9 to 20 created eleven years ago by Andrea Volpe and scheduled for Bellizzi.
The Maestro has attracted young and old, moving across the generations of young creatives who dream of a life in cinema and entertainment and the generation parallel to the great Italian showman. Lots of photos, a thousand smiles and an avalanche of questions from the little ones.
"I don't know if I'm a dog in my job but I feel the affection I have from the kids to the grandparents, it's enormous, and it's one of the greatest satisfactions of those who do this job.“, says De Sica.
As a child he wanted to be a fireman "I was undecided between the profession of firefighter and that of architect but my father had a hand in it. I had a father with white hair, who couldn’t play football with me or teach me to ride a bike. In the evening he would come home, put on his slippers and watch TV. He was the director with me and my brother Manuele: we would do improbable sketches about citizens’ protests or even suicides. Our spectators were Stoppa, Cervi, Sordi, Loren…In the end, cinema, TV, and theatre seemed like an obvious path to me”.
104 film, the next one at Christmas with Alessandro Siani “L'the last one is coming out this December: my second film with Alessandro Siani, “Chi ha incastrato Babbo Natale”, in which I am the “Babbo Cazzimma” as they say around here. Vanzina gave me success, thanks to the first “Vacanze di Natale”, it is thanks to my wife Silvia instead if I added the theater to my career. Women are magical, they have a great quality: they put up with us. And then, a woman in love makes her husband do what a man alone could not do".
Remembering Dad "My father taught me that actors are ungrown children, this makes them fragile but also superior. Being disenchanted and feeling wonder is the weapon. When I lost my father I flew to Paris. Before dying he asked for a whiskey on the rocks: strange, he didn't drink spirits. I approached him and he said: "Stay close to mom, she's more of a girl than you, Manuele is a musician and has his head in the clouds... Look at that nurse's ass!". In such a tragic moment she wanted to make me laugh, I turned towards her and when I looked back at dad it was over”.
His connection with Salerno "Coming back to these parts is like coming home, my whole family is from Salerno: the city has even dedicated a street to my uncle, Ottavio, pianist of the great Caruso. Thank you for this wonderful welcome".
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