Pasolini here, flanked by his two great friends and fetish actors, in an allusion to one of the many matches he would play of his beloved sport in his life. In this match he confronted Bertolucci, his student, with whom he had a bad relationship because of Pasolini critic of The Last Waltz in Paris, with the colors of the Bolonia football team.
It was supposed to be a friendly encounter, in the broadest sense, as they wanted to reconcile through football. Pasolini was injured and the they say the victory was Bertolucci’s, but we do not really know if the reconciliation was carried out as the versions diverge.
I like how ugly this painting looks in general; the absurd and forced composition, the contrast of the trees in the dark, the appearance of Pasolini’s ridiculous ninot, the flower so clumsily executed… I could have done worse but this way is good enough for me.