Considering the nationality of the enthusiastic user who posted on thin film, I must think about the idea which probably Americans (and not only) have about us. This film shows the most superficial, bad-designed and stereotyped side of adolescence. Silvio Muccino, sometimes nice as an actor(the kind of actor who can play only himself), is a terrible writer, but it's not his fault. his superficiality is probably led by the luxurious and thoughtless condition that he shared with all the rich young people of his generation: they all attended the same, state but trendy high school for left-wing important people's children (and I'm left-wing too, but I have to say it), they all speak in a laughable agitated way, screaming loudly their usual teen-age thoughts. most of all, they pretend to be more serious and intelligent than they really are, in a continuous, irritating comparison to the "masses". Violante Placido, daughter of a once great actor, is one of the worst imposed-by-her-name actresses ever existed, and Giuseppe San Felice is quite plain and not able to express emotions: he definitely grew up at the contrary: from Nanni Moretti's movie to the ridiculous Christmas products by Neri Parenti). Anyway, Giovanni Veronesi is a bootlicker director who knows how to make the things work: dialogues are extremely funny (maybe with Muccino's help, or maybe even when they don't have to be that way), and the character of Elio Germano (good 25 years old actor, always used as a co-star) is sometimes pathetycal but quite deep. that makes "Che ne sarà..." a mediocre but not ugly film
