After stepping off the altar, the pope looked at others and himself in the psychoanalysis office, in the mall, on the bus, among the drama actors and the lunatics. Do you think he has found the power of faith and the courage to return to the altar?
totally not. Otherwise, this is not Nanni, but any Hollywood inspirational movie. It is difficult to admit one's incompetence/refuse to play an incompetent role, and it is even more difficult than to reluctantly put on a mask and insist on performing.
"I'm still complaining about life in my sixties." It doesn't matter. The Pope stood in front of tens of thousands of church members and said, "I am a confused person." After all, life is just living in the presupposition of a defeat, isn't it a kind of bravery.
The fifty-eight-year-old Nanni has changed without the chattering and narcissistic tone of "Dear Diary". The fifty-eight-year-old Nanni has not changed: the pope stood in front of tens of thousands of congregations and said, "I'm sorry. I cannot guide you, I am a person who needs to be guided". In the complex human relations and narrative lines between the secular and the altar, Nanni said the words he had been saying in a twist, using Chekhov-style narcissistic and self-sufficient tone: facing yourself, Be yourself.
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