A few year ago, Franco Maresco started working on a film about Silvio Berlusconi’s ties to organized crime in Sicily: his humble beginnings in the construction business (the root of all post-war Italian evil); his meteoric rise as a private media mogul; finally his triumph as a populist politician ruling the nation with games and bread nobody seemed to need. And how Italians loved him – whenever he fell, he was quickly re-elected. Why? What did they see in this brazenly buffoonish thug? Could it be that They are simply like Him? Or are they more like made-man Mira Ciccio, an impresario of Neapolitan neo-melodic music, his wards Erik and Vittorio Ricciardi, and their fans who howl with delight when they sing Vorrei conoscere Berlusconi? Is there a difference? Does it matter? By the way: they’re real, and this is mostly a documentary – especially when it looks grotesque, absurd or just pitifully going stupid.