Christmas holidays on the snow of Cortina D'Ampezzo. Mario, a guy from Rome who has not much money, falls in love with the American Samantha, the girlfriend of hypochondriac Roberto. Billo,... See full summary »
Surely this is only one of the worst movies that the Italian scene has come out with, during the 80s and the 90s. In one of the episodes, a right-minded woman spends one night stand with an Italian Latin lover. He should represent the Latin-lover by the old way, and she is shown as a new kind of Italian woman: exuberant, uninhibited, but yet well-informed and cautious. Before making love, she asks him for a negative test against aids, and informs him *this is great* about a never heard before way of transmission for the disease: by kissing each other. He replies that he feels very fit, so he can't be aids-positive, and even that he despises homosexuals, and above all, he can't feel a "purple border" around his body (at the time this movie came out, there was a spot about aids from the Italian health ministry, that showed h.i.v. positive people marked with a purple border around them; when they spoke with other people, or just met them, a purple border faded in around them, too). The wrong message, along with a very thin plot, and an horrible acting, makes this episode particularly awful, but the rest of the movie can be even more boring.
If you know about this movie, you don't wanna see it. (I'm misquoting the Italian aids spot that you could see in the 90s in the Italian televisions. It went on more or less like this: "AIDS, if you know it, you avoid it. If you know it, it can't kill you".)
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