We gladly receive and publish the letter that Pupi Avati sent us on the occasion of the death of Gianni Cavina. With these words the great resgiist wanted to remember the actor who died in the night at the age of 81.
Dear Gianni, … and that time in a Christmas present break you lost three hundred thousand lire to Haber and he asked you for it for the whole film, and that time in Bologna we made our first film, without knowing how it was done, and instead of saying “engine” I would say Ciak with the Roman cinematographers who laughed at us, and that other one in Mazurka who at two in the morning went to wake up a florist in Cento because Tognazzi wanted to make pesto and basil, and the one in which you destroyed a room in the Il Pellegrino restaurant much more than drunk, and the one in Bordella that you “stuck” with condoms, and those many afternoons of screenplay with Antonio in Maurizio Costanzo’s office fooling around, and your admirable interpretation of the agent of Boldi in Festival who earned you the silver ribbon, and that hen you knew how to do in the Stars in the Fosso that remains one of the most poetic moments of our cinema, and that time you gave a punch to Teddi Reno c he made you miss the Saturday night on TV, and that magnificent sexton of Il Signor Diavolo who made the finale so disturbing, and the thousand dinners at Il Lercio on the Ferrara area during the House with Laughing Windows, and those lessons from Checco Coniglio to be able to playing the trombonist of Jazz Band, and the football matches in the Christmas rematch with Abatantuono who never gave you the ball, and the superlative father of Ramazzotti in The Big Heart of the girls, and the orphan of Dancing Paradise who pretends to be accompanied in heaven by his father by Carlo Delle Piane, and that time we convinced Moggi to take your Fabrice into the Juve youth team, and that time you were that mad nobleman who terrorized Mozart in Noi Tre, and when you telephoned Antonio that you were committing suicide in the real life, I remember how much fun you had to be a fool detective in All Dead, or that fake snooker grandfather in Friends of the Margherita bar, and when you did that in quiet driver of Boundless youth, or Loris’s brother in the street of angels, or when at the Yellow Flag of Rimini with Hamburger Serenade we spent one of the memorable summers of our life, and when your Marie France went away forever, and that time in which the Good Lord knew how to provide by letting Giovanna into your life, and that time in Cinema !!! , and again that time a few months ago in Dante in which, in order to be there, already tried in the physical you were taken to Rome to interpret with Castellitto one of the most evocative sequences of the film, and that time, Gianni, and again and again. , those a thousand times in our life. They are endless and you know it. each “time” made us understand better and more how this cinema was made and how much we liked doing it. Thanks for never leaving me alone.
Pupi