How do the three behave with women?
Eh, things go rather badly… Zanardi, Colasanti and Petrilli are basically three male chauvinists… Zanardi is a misogynist; he doesn’t think about having sex, he only talks about the ways, which is an oblique way of avoiding the problem. For him (who, let’s not forget, is not attractive-looking and surrounded by a terrible reputation) all women are whores.
Petrilli, on the other hand, is the classic daddy’s boy who has lots of problems with girls, whom he courts for a long time and who in the end maybe prefer Colasanti, who gets them into bed with a single look. In short, a fine trio I’ve tailored to myself, three Andrea Pazienzas who find it hard to live together…
What moods do these three friends express?
It’s tough. Zanardi is afraid of growing up, while Petrilli can’t wait to be done with a tragic period in which he constantly has to prove he’s the tough guy he isn’t. Colasanti couldn’t care less, because he’s basically depressed…
But would they betray each other over a woman?
What a question!… Don’t you remember Petrilli’s hysterical fit at the beginning of Verde matematico, outside Zanardi’s house, where he imagines his girlfriend, whom he’s just lost at dice, is staying? You bet they’d betray each other over a woman!
Do they prefer young girls or mature women?
Definitely fully grown women, over thirty. After all, that’s obvious, since they’re youngsters. Women of a certain age, but attractive. The three of them have no taste for the grotesque; deep down they’re mama’s boys. But things are perhaps more complicated: they all aspire to mature women, even though Petrilli always falls for young girls. Zanardi, being made of a non-reactive material, isn’t interested in these things, and Colasanti (who is depressed and therefore surrounded by girls) gives himself a bit to everyone, men too. Colasanti, as Zanardi says, is a big wandering bird.
What are the three up to now?
Well, I don’t see them every day, but I know more or less what they’re up to. Colasanti is afflicted by a sort of acute flabbiness, the result of all the gym work he did in the past. Zanardi is living his last year of high school (he’s held back a lot) devoting himself to pure mechanics: I mean big motorbikes, risking his skin on the roads day after day and minute after minute. Zanardi’s friends are exclusively mechanics, motorbike fanatics and thieves specializing in big engines. Petrilli, instead, is studying like crazy, he’s even taking private lessons because he absolutely has to make it this year, to join his father’s company as soon as possible. His only diversion is tennis in the afternoon. The three, it must be said, aren’t seeing each other at all outside school. In fact, as has always happened, Zanardi and Colasanti simply ignore each other; as long as Petrilli keeps his nose in his books there won’t be any more stories together.
