because the series on Netflix is ​​unmissable

You’re a beautiful pussy! Her real championship. A Milan fan shouted this to him one day, on the banks of the Adda. And he understood it, he had already understood it and he understands it much better now that the documentary “The Young Berlusconi” arrives on Netflix, that even if we don’t have the Crown, it doesn’t matter to us. We will always have him: the Knight. And if there is ever a “The Crown”, here, in our country, if there is ever an epic after a thousand books, articles, films, first steps, it will certainly be about him.

And here are the three episodes. Here is the miniseries by Simone Manetti (truly a mine of finds and stories) which, after the will and Marina’s tears, marks another step in the direction of the epic… Nothing (or almost nothing) that we didn’t know, and yet everything that shines and it sparkles. And they are indeed epic images. Literally. Like that of the Concorde from which beautiful girls emerge on French screens – “La Cinq” had just been made – or that of the advertising sold to the Soviet Union in ’88, with the logo of Italy and the USSR sealed by the writing: Publitalia ’80 . Not to mention Milan yet: when the Knight took the field by helicopter to the tune of Richard Wagner (the Ride of the Valkyries!) And lo and behold. First of all, it is Silvio the Cheshire Cat. And that is the feline that smiles at us and defeats Achille Occhetto with a brilliant pin on his jacket (a pin that hypnotized Italy, says Pino Corrias).

And then Silvio is the “Star Creator”. Who, as in a satirical story by Mordecai Richler, orchestrates the electoral campaign together with Raimondo Vianello, Gianfranco Funari, Mike Bongiorno and the entire Mediaset firmament. And it’s still him. The Pied Piper. The piper of the Smurfs and – needless to say – the Smurfettes.

FRIENDS AND EXPERTS
Friends and experts told the story a few months before his death (filming and editing of the series took place between 2022 and 23). From Adriano Galliani, Vittorio Dotti, Dario Rivolta and Marcello Dell’Utri – who «is to Berlusconi as Saint Paul is to Christ», Fedele Confalonieri will say – up to Giovanni Minoli, Carlo Freccero, Fatma Ruffini, Gigi Moncalvo… Stefania Craxi and Iva Zanicchi. And again: Anne Sinclaire – the journalist and ex-wife of Dominique Strauss-Kahn – and Jack Lang, French culture minister at the time in which he managed to seduce Mitterrand by exporting Mediaset.

Everyone commenting on images of grandeur. The rise of the brick and then the “pizzone”. And that is the infamous video cassette which allowed broadcasting on the national territory «not live but simultaneously» – cit. Mike Bongiorno – all the programs we know. And so Dallas on Tuesdays and the Smurfs at lunchtime (“He understood that it was a way to get the children to sit at the table”, explains Freccero). With all the following of an American TV – and nevertheless with clams – which when in ’84 “by order of the magistrate” was blacked out in four regions, had the effect of “smurf revolt”.

CHILDREN IN THE SQUARE
That is, all the children in the square, interviewed by Rai, protesting and demanding Smurfette (a case study, this, which perhaps a philosopher like Robert Nozick would have liked. One who perhaps, based on the “Chamberlain paradox”, would have coined the “Smurfette-paradox”, and that is: are the Smurfs immoral? Is commercial TV immoral? Yes, no, maybe. Dunno. In any case, how will there always be someone who will pay to see Wilt Chamberlain play basketball – even if Wilt is immorally richer than those who see him play – so there will always be a child who will fall in love with Smurfette, with that rich and blatantly immoral TV show. And all for the joy of a mother – who knows, from Voghera – who now keeps sitting at the table).

Thus, from the Smurfs to Milan, he would have been a sheik in Arabia, Berlusconi says of himself. «Sheikh in Arabia; Berluscón in Treviso; Berlushcone in Naples.” In a vortex of voluptuousness, it would have been what it was. That is, the man who marked the birthday dates of his clients (and of his clients’ wives; and of their children, of their lovers, of their secretaries) in his diary. The man who courted women no less than Mike Bongiorno. And that – says Carlo Momigliano, the former manager of Publitalia – at the end of each meeting he inserted a detail, albeit marginal, into the action plan: a little word, that is, a small part of the suggestion of each individual employee , so that everyone would believe that the action plan was their work.

And in short, he is the only one who – having passed away – can inspire an epic equal to or superior to “The Crown”. An Italian epic, and therefore provincial, with soap accents and a soundtrack by Aznavour. Also because – still speaking of epics – among the dynasties of our country it is only he who, rich, rich and still rich – in spite of the Smurfs and immoralism – leaves no consequences with his heirs. And he makes them all happy.