Malgioglio turns around, they are all extraordinary: vote 5
We have (almost) always promoted Cristiano Malgioglio. Without him, this Evening would certainly have been even more deadly. In the role of judge he brought lightness and musical culture, two fundamental ingredients for a program that would (and should) be a talent show. We preferred him, however, when he still had the sacred courage to take sides, not to say judge. Not exactly heresy, considering the role he plays. And yet, although he dispensed sound criticisms until late in the evening, at a certain point, he stopped. Now we find it well tuned to the angelic choir of praise, never a reaction, not even when the competitors smash the songs assigned to them. The boys have (become) all extraordinary, always and everywhere. Even when he doesn’t vote for them, he finds them exceptional. “If this song isn’t the hit of the summer, Maria, I’m retiring”, he coquettishly declares, immediately after being baffled by the enormous sex appeal of the nineteen-year-old dancer Mattia, according to him: “the new Joaquín Cortés”. A really cloying overdose of superlatives that doesn’t really suit his character (or maybe, to think about it, too much). In fact, he marries the line of good feelings by giving compliments and flushes like the witch of Hansel and Gretel delicacies and delicacies. He stuffs the saplings’ egos, then it’s their business out there. Too bad his eyes aren’t as good at lying. Over time, will “L’encyclopedia Malgioglio” keep in the list even just one of the names of the boys competing in Amici 22? Look, we’d say no. Call us Cassandra.
Lo and Cuccarini, the loyalty reward that every viewer deserves: vote 9
Every time they come on stage together, you breathe. Emanuel Lo and Lorella Cuccarini are the artists with a capital “A” in this edition, perhaps the only ones who have never made even a false step (duet). In the semi-final they danced an exciting choreography on the notes of Brividi (Blanco-Mahmood) and it was finally goosebumps for everyone. Sculpted by the gods, during the performance they even kiss and the audience goes crazy. For their better halves it will be half an ordeal to see them so passionate and intertwined, but for the rest of Italy it is a marvel, the prize that every average viewer deserves for having remained faithful to a talent who, over the years, has preferred the noises and the disturbance of public peace with respect to art, or even simply to beauty. Rudy Zerbi has already called them “Fifty Shades of Prof” and to say that they don’t play on this hot-hued subtext would be lying. What’s wrong, though? The show is also made up of porcini winks and there are many who, instead of any episode of the evening, would much more willingly see these two dance for three hours. Peparini’s paintings are missing, the intensity is missing. Luckily Lo and Cuccarini found each other. Compared to all the others, literally a Unesco heritage at the head. To protect.
Wax focuses on teen drama (and destroys Bersani): vote 4
Looking for it on Twitter without the hashtag #Amici22, only sponsored ones appear with people who shave. But he feels invincible. How to blame him? He has no voice, not even the autotune can correct the cues that he takes in a row of six with the rest of two, like an endless litany of angry meows. On the other hand, however, the unpublished Ballerine e Guantoni produced by none other than Dardust. And indeed, it works. Totally impermeable to the blessings that are granted to him, Wax cares about making at least one frontal episode. Much. And, in fact, the teen drama card is played in the Semifinal. While destroying verse by verse, syllable by syllable, the most beautiful love song of the last ten years at least, En e Xanax by Samuele Bersani, he approaches the winner in pectore of this edition, Angelina Mango. He takes her hand, the whole refrain clashes in her face, closes the serenade with that “You have the soul that I would like to have”. And she is more echoed by the media than the Madonna of Trevignano, speaking of the sun. We don’t know if he will also multiply pizzas and gnocchi in the Finale, what is certain is that to date he is perhaps the only real television personality who emerges from the talent show. Thanks, above all, to the throwing of slippers, the forced brawls and the foxy winks. In short, he does everything that a basic tronista of men and women should do. And he does it very well. An artist, however, is something else.
Maddalena and Aaron, predestined victims (they deserved more): vote 8
Maybe they are not two phenomena. Fortunately, however, not even as a sideshow. The young aspiring dancer Maddalena Svevi and the professional screamer Aaron were intentionally eliminated during this Semifinal. They both deserved more. The first because she was harassed from minute zero of her entry by Alessandra Celentano’s poisonous verbal whippings. The evil professor has always told him about each of her, trying to make her feel like the equivalent of a hippopotamus in a tutu. It is not so. Magdalene dances. And very well too. She only had the misfortune of having Isobel Kinnear from Australia as her opponent, forged in the fire of dozens of international competitions since her early childhood. An unequal fight that, perhaps, didn’t even make sense to exist from the beginning. Svevi, despite perceived and actual adversity, has almost never lost her temper continuing to dance to the best of her ability. Which are certainly not few. A place in the Final for her, even if only as compensation, would have been a must. As for Aaron, we learned to appreciate fair play from him. Gentle giant, he cares enough about the race. He is 18 years old and lives this experience as a game that allows him to do, often and in front of many people, what makes him happy: sing. It should be like this for everyone. Instead, in this context, Aaron looks like a polka dot zebra. A real shame not to find him in the Finale.
Rudy Zerbi, clown profession (but wasn’t he a Prof?): 4.5 vote
Recognizing that a problem exists is the first step towards solving it. So now let’s talk about Rudy Zerbi, an issue that up to now we had had the tact to keep silent. Like one of those nightmares that you don’t even have the courage to tell when you wake up. Evaluating only the evening, it is difficult to find meaning in his character. He would still be a Professor, but perhaps of puppet roosters and hens. Certainly, he has been seen interacting more with fake poultry than with competing boys. Not to mention that time, actually it was just seven days ago, when he disguised himself as a giant hand. The interludes that he stages with his professorial colleague Alessandra Celentano are a real fee, performances that would seem too childish even in the context of a middle school play. Let alone on Canale 5. His female counterpart, however, in addition to lending himself to the aforementioned havoc, animates each episode for better but above all for worse. Zerbi, on the other hand, seems to have definitively opted for improvised clowning and the contribution he gives to each Serale is equal to a negative number well below zero. Better than working, we realize it, but it’s a pity he slipped away like this. We can’t rule out that he may still have something interesting to say. Definitely better than nursery rhymes branded with the poisonous claim: “Zerbi and Cele the coolest on TV”. Stuff I miss Tickling in ’95.
Chilling semifinal, all the knots come home to roost: vote 3
You can evaluate every single episode that occurred during the Semifinal. But also the Semifinal as a whole sad. And the vote is unfortunately a fatal insufficiency. In fact, one step away from the conclusion of this unfortunate edition, several unfortunate pieces of evidence jumped to the eye. First of all, the manifest superiority of the dance department compared to the singing one. The young aspiring dancers would all have deserved a place in the Final, even, if not above all, those eliminated weeks ago. As per tradition, unfortunately, in the last episode someone “has to sing”, but the confrontation between dancers and golden throats was and remains merciless. Isobel and Angelina are, by far, the best in their class. But only one of the two, the one that doesn’t sing, is ever so. The other, only relatively to the medium-low level of the team with which you have had the good fortune to compete. Even on the Professors side, we don’t laugh: by now they all seem to be kidnapped by the Forum studies, given how ready they are to throw themselves at each other’s jugular for the most trivial reasons. Thus losing sight of the boys. Yet another sore point, the jury: having reached the end, it is clear how much the evaluations of the magical trio are often the result of a hormonal storm, rather than any objective data. In a nutshell: Mattia would have earned the Finale shirt even if he hadn’t been better than Maddalena which the jurors clearly barely noticed, distracted by the prominent abdominal of the dancer born in 2004. If a hetero guy had drooled like that on an aspiring 20-year-old dancer, no one would have fun. There are many imbalances, therefore, weighed down by the aforementioned horror curtains by Zerbi and Celentano. Il Serale di Amici is a battleship which, on the Auditel side, cannot fail. However, it can get boring.
Mattia, from outsider to finalist (and here’s a good story): grade 8.5
Bewitched by Isobel Kinnear’s skill, many risked missing out on another of the few hard-core talents of this edition: Mattia Zenzola. Born in Bari in 2004, he had already entered Amici’s school last year, however finding himself forced to withdraw a step away from Serale due to a bad injury. Professor Raimondo Todaro wanted to give him a second chance and we are grateful. Without Mattia this edition, in itself rather poor, would have lost even more from the point of view of show and entertainment. Passionate about Latin American, Mattia doesn’t speak, doesn’t argue, doesn’t whine: he dances. And, if only for this reason, seeing him wearing the gold jersey of the Final was a great satisfaction. For him, as for the public. “It took us two years, but we did it”, even Maria De Filippi teased him benevolently at the time of the proclamation. Trying to avoid the “flushes” of Cristiano Malgioglio and sworn company via giant slalom, the boy will play for the victory of the talent together with Isobel, Wax and Angelina on Sunday 14 May. Yes, Sunday 14 May because, as announced by Queen Mary: “Marco Mengoni is on Saturday singing at Eurovision and we wish him all the best of luck”. Slip for fair play. Let’s hope you do well. A bit for everyone, English and non-English.
2023-05-07 05:15:00
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