>bitching about a film that portrays (southern) Italians as madmen
Alright, so you're not a fan of realism. That's okay.
>taking issue with the aforementioned film portraying teenagers masturbating
Again, not a fan of realism. I'm starting to spot a trend.
>teenagers having sex with older women
I'm not going to be as callous as with the other two points, but take note that a large chunk of literature and cinema portray these types of relations, and they often dwell on similar topics as Cinema Paradiso (e.g. The Graduate, Le Petit Sauvage, The Catcher in the Rye, etc.).
>throwing shit at people and turning a cinema into a brothel is bad mkay
Funny you should say that because the film is not portraying either of those acts as something good. If anything, the scenes that mark the decay of the cinema are the most gut-wrenching ones in the whole film. It's the complete desecration of the holiest of institutions in the protagonist's eyes, holier than even the church (the film is very keen on establishing those relationships).
>High class my ass. This trash was no better than Pedowood crap.
Man I can't even begin to understand why you would say something like this. This is a film about a bastard kid in a crumbling town, leaving to make a name for himself at the behest of his friends and family. He becomes very wealthy and famous, but feels an emotional vacuum that built up over years of total separation (he seldom even wrote anyone a letter, again, at the behest of his family and friends, because they knew it would make him want to return). When his greatest friend and father figure dies, he gets called to his funeral, which he attends despite the promise he made to him never to return. The town, his friends and family, his life up to the point at which he left--he is confronted by what's left of all of it when he returns, and it's awful. The cinema (which represents all of the above) is a husk waiting to be demolished. Imagine the feeling of this man, who was already broken as he returned in hopes of finding the community, the relationships that he relinquished when he left, and finding nothing but ashes. Then, at the end, he finds the goddamn box of cinema clips, all the censored clips his friend and father figure promised to let him see when he was old enough. And they're just kissing scenes. He's immediately overwhelmed with emotion, with several decades of memories and conversations that never happened flowing back into him. Those bits of film are the holy spirit to him--the incorruptible, the eternal bond that cannot be severed between him and everyone in that town.
Jesus Christ anon it's a film about transcending the material and relationships that persist beyond decades of silence and death.
Why, anon, why would you do something like that? Do you really think it's okay to go on the internet and tell lies?
I'll concede that the film isn't "high class", but it sure as fuck isn't Pedowood crap.