few years ago, during the days of Italian cinema held at the Lincoln Centre in New York, I had the good fortune to spend a whole afternoon with you, walking the streets of the Big Apple watching the Americans, stopping in a couple of bars, eating breakfast together, going down by two taxi Indian Sikhs, lucky for me that was embodied in the fact that for a few hours I could hear his words in intimacy and confidence by Italians on holiday to ' abroad, with enough comic always feel tacked on "foreign" to those who fall upon brancaleonescamente inside. Needless to say, that was a funny and unforgettable moment, and instructive course.
Master, I have always been considered one of the most important men in the history of cinema of all time.
I want to tell her that I was always surprised immensely for his sincerity and irony, often amused cynicism, passing on all that could be "blocked", photography, reading beyond the banal, of the Convention of moralism, and area of \u200b\u200bconvenience, process, repeat with irony, making a real philosophy of life that has no equal, humanly and artistically, illuminating things with pure truth and unique ability to look at. What strikes me of you, is the algebraic fundamental rightness of his ideas, its values. And the total lack of superstructure in the trial, his crystal clear ability to not be fooled just constantly taking seriously in the discipline of irony and subtle and refined autorinoia that only adults can put in place with a masterly skill that comes from 'Having lived and done things and not in' only think of them, or heard, lived through others.
Monicelli does not waste words, it is always a Romanesque simplicity, hard, healthy, humane, his eye bright and deep I feel old and has always put great, film and life and also of heroism, a figure that has expressed, whatever someone will tell us, until last breath.
Thanks Master, perhaps you, as it did in New York, mock me for the title that I address you use, intimadomi to call Mario, but I do not know what else to do to refer to her in this painful moment, and you feel as of now having to devote my heart that I'm making this film, because none of us that 'it has known, seen, heard, read, can not loving her, following her spirit, not to feel his son, the sons of a father who lives We always wrote as he turned and told, on screen, in the newspapers in those unforgettable walks in the human soul that was his work and commitment.
I will miss immensely, ma in questo difficile momento credo che il suo esempio potrà davvero diventare la bussola che la nostra Cultura sta cercando.
Con affetto.
Eugenio Cappuccio
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