Those with historical memory know that Adriano Celentano was an innovator: he was inspired by Jerry Lewis in the late 1950s, he who brought rock & roll into the homes of all Italians in the 60s, he who invented a language with the immortal Prisencolinensinainciusol, he who first sang environmentalism, he – always he – who invented extraordinary hymns to love.
Celentano has been so great, and still is, that he has had the good fortune to duet with music giants, great authors and unique voices (let's think only of the eternal Mina, with which he still produces greatest hits today). Polyhedric, eccentric and visionary, he was able to challenge and overcome the challenges of telepredation against sacred monsters like Funari and Santoro, in unsuspected times. In short, Adriano Celentano was a pioneer, to whom we must all say thank you for making us always arise new and better inspirations.
The anxiety of renewal this time, however, made him fall into a foul. Wanting to change at all costs made him lose his identity, his recognizability, his uniqueness. It is inflated, I hope for a mistake and not by choice, with a product so trumpeted as repeatedly rejected by the public. Despite involving the heavyweights of today's TV, despite having reduced the role of comics and provided for other changes to the original format that was a real flop.
The truth is that today indignation no longer pulls. It was a dutiful move in a historical period now behind us. Today indignation is systemic. Indeed, the indignant are the system, and on this human sentiment there is the monopoly of the Five Stars, now on the way to a single-digit decline. Anyone who tries to overcome them, turns out to be a mere caricature, often pathetic. And so those who watch from home, accustomed to the grilline defeats of poverty and the "giggine" solutions in two months of the Ilva case, change the channel. It can no longer be loud and inconclusive shouts. And then this Adrian reinventing himself cannot be seen. Adriano was against the politically correct, the politically correct of the time, the moral and cultural cages of Italy that emerged from the war or looked at the ruins of Tangentopoli angrily. This respectability in the early evening contrasts with his biography.
The world is changing too fast today. After the hangover of the one is worth one, the skills are returning. People want to rely on those who know. The idea of doing, building, putting together, reacting to the miseries of today to imagine a different future is back in fashion. An era has ended. We all fondly remember the times of Jerry Cala, Silvio Berlusconi and Adriano Celentano. A nostalgia that caresses our hearts just those two minutes we spend in front of a video in poor definition on YouTube, between Capannina, Coppe dei Campioni and Castrocaro. But when we review Adriano, Silvio and Jerry on our 60-inch HD, after five minutes there is a mad desire to change channels.