Review of Welcome to the South

I've just watched this movie as part of the Italian Film Festival held yearly at Washington University in St.Louis, Missouri, HTTP://www.italianfilmfestivalstlouis.com/. The film was projected in Italian, subtitled in English. This is a solid comedy. I laughed practically all the time. It was judged the best movie of the festival, by a mixed audience of Italians and Americans. It is not sex-oriented, even if Valentina Lodovini (Maria) shows considerable amount of her upper-front anatomy; that's just natural in Italy. And it's really witty, and well structured for creating a crescendo of humor. I haven't seen the original French version, so I don't know whether the credit for this is due to the Italian production or not. Italians in Italy might not like this movie because it seems to tread too lightly on very serious things, like the violence, the garbage, and other known problems in the Naples' area. But, you know? It's a comedy! And, contrary to what some Italians in Italy feel, this movie shows that North people when forced to confront their prejudices they might discover that they are also good, nice, friendly South people out there. Italians at the Film festival actually loved this movie, while hated the two that showed a more "realistic" view of the Neapolitan way of life. The reason is that a movie is also an ambassador for the country of origin. Nobody outside Italy wants to see, not even a part of their country always portrayed as a cesspool of garbage and violence, without showing the rest of such community. For me the message of this movie is universal, not just Italian. In all human confrontations, the other side is also human. And if we learn how to walk in the shoes of the "other", looking at life through the "other"'s eyes, we may find that we are not different at all. I didn't give it a full 10 because the process of making it oh-so-funny, made some situations, and the personal relationships (husband-wife, boyfriend-girlfriend, etc.) become a bit unreal and stereotypical. But I laughed! Finally, I wonder where did they found so many practitioners, at the "truly-incomprehensible-master level", of the Neapolitan dialect...