Io sono la fine del mondo

This film is a real challenge to political correctness, a work that can both fascinate and annoy, depending on the viewer's type of humor. It is designed for those who appreciate unfiltered comedy and do not let themselves be trapped by moralism.

Personally, I found it brilliant: finally a return to the politically incorrect, in an era in which these topics are increasingly censored by right-thinking people.

The criticisms I've seen on social media all seem to focus on defending the 'victims' of the film, demonstrating that, even though we're in 2025, many people still can't distinguish between person and character, an essential distinction. Angelo Duro is an undisputed talent and the other actors involved in the film consciously accepted their roles: no one was 'bullied'. This film is a breath of fresh air in the current landscape.

The film is somewhat nice and 'original,' but after a while, it's enough. If it had been 45 minutes shorter, it would have been fine, but then it wouldn't have been a movie. Angelo Duro (whom I adore as a comedian) is flat and expressionless, with a repetitive style of comedy, to say the least; more than an hour and a half feels like watching the same thing. The fact is that when 'politically incorrect' comedy is so extreme and contrived, it loses its impact. The reactions of the people around him continue as if nothing happened after each absurd 'joke,' and the gags that only start and end verbally create a totally unrealistic scenario that doesn't allow you to immerse yourself in the film or the story at all. Angelo Duro is a brilliant comedian, but for me, if this is all he can offer in cinema, it's definitely a no.

The movie tries to be a black comedy but fails on almost every level. I laughed maybe three times in 90 minutes. The jokes are repetitive, flat, and exhausting.

The main character is constantly angry and unpleasant, blaming his issues on six months in boarding school and not being allowed to watch cartoons. Meanwhile, his parents are incredibly kind and patient and he treats them terribly. He even forces his arthritic mother to climb stairs and fakes their medical records for his own gain. It's not dark humor, it's just mean and uncomfortable.

Wrapped in the usual clichés of predictable Italian dramedy, the film feels both pretentious and painfully unoriginal.

Skip it. It's not funny, not smart, and not worth your time.

Duro in this movie seems to me a Checco Zalone bought on Temu.

Some lines and how to say them, are very similar to the style of the Apulian actor, but completely zeroed by his monotonous and flat interpretation.

The film sometimes loses logic and without a real reason. There is no evolution of the character, as said, no expression, tone of voice always identical and almost always obvious.

I love the politically incorrect, but here it seems too drawn and tried to fit it even when it wasn't going well.

It had started well, the first gag made me laugh, but then for 2 hours everything was the same.

"Io sono la fine del mondo" is the perfect example of how not everything that works on stage or in short comedy sketches can-or should-be stretched into a full-length film. There is practically no real story here, no decent plot to follow. It's just a chaotic sequence of random scenes glued together, relying entirely on a handful of jokes that might make you smile once or twice, but nothing more.

The acting is embarrassingly bad-"cagna maledetta" level, as Boris would put it. It feels like the actors themselves are unsure of what they're doing on set, stumbling through lines without conviction or timing. It's the kind of amateurish performance that's hard to watch without cringing.

The film tries to ride on black humor and absurdity, but what might work in a five-minute sketch or a small theater production becomes pure torture when dragged out for over an hour. There's no rhythm, no structure, no payoff-just a shapeless mess of forced weirdness that goes nowhere.

In the end, "Io sono la fine del mondo" is less a movie and more an exercise in patience. A painful, pointless experience that leaves you wondering why anyone thought this should exist as a film.