MR. BAD GUY (ENGLISH VERSION)

ALL DEAD, ALL DEAD

The shooting supposedly was going to be long. They would start to shoot in the superb copy they made from Topkapi palace rooms in Istambul; at that time the sultan's home. It had been a hard work to copy every single glazed tile of those personal rooms. Just the wardrobe was a work of art. The turbans formed by numerous silk folds and the different coloured clothes, the golden, silver, silk and satin. Luckily for Enzo, there was no need to shave his beloved moustache. On the contrary, he had to let it grow longer than he used to. He required a beard as well, although not excessively long. He was so possesed by his character that even he had brought to the set a Turk teacher to teach him some sentences in antique Turk, as Soliman did. Everything helped him to internalise even more the spirit of that great man inside his body.

As it used to happen with Enzo, he built a good relationship with a great part of his shooting partners. The young and promising Ukrainian actress Oxana Goluvev played Soliman's great love; Roxelana. A slave who became his wife, something totally weird. Seemingly she arrived to the sultan harem as a teenager after being kidnapped on the territory of modern Ukraine and sold as slave.

- It must be an extraordinary event for that time, don't you think? -Enzo asked to the young actress in one of their endless pauses.

Oxana and Enzo had a great chemistry. It was a chemistry they surely worked on. As most of the chemistry between actors really. But when the word "Cut" could be heard and they were again themselves, there were always laughter and complicity.

- For this time it's also a great event that your crotch is happy to meet me.

Oxana burst into laughter as Enzo tickled her.

- Fucking Soviet bitch -he growled amused, pressing her under her ribs as she bent over herself laughing.

- You are a great kisser -the Ukrainian said making eyes at him.

He found the sentence funny and accepted it obviously with very badly refrained vanity.

- Oh, darling. I know what you mean. You thought with my big teeth I would hurt you, huh?

- Well... it was a possibility although I must confess I wasn't frightened -she lifted her chin looking at him challenging.

- It's just a mix of actor technique and a massive amount of training hours.

- Are you telling me you kiss so good owed to the training in shootings?

- Oh, don't be ridiculous, child. My training comes from basically night clubs and discos -he burst into laughter.

That sultan story had all the ingredients to be a soap opera but in the good sense. A sophisticated and complex soap opera full of ambiguity, politic plots and an original and mad love.

- I had an harem with hundred of women and I became monogamous for you. What do you have, the other haven't?

- I'll tell you -she moved over to his ear with mischievous smile.

- Ok, surprise me -Enzo paid attention with half smile.

- Her cunt tasted like ananas -she whispered sticking out her curled tongue to him.

- How disgusting, really -Enzo scolded her hooking her tongue with his finger.

- Why? The ananas or the cunt?

- Hey, I've tasted more cunts than you tasted dicks. Don't cross the line -he warned him with his most naughty and sweet smile.

- My mother is a great fan of yours, did I tell you?

- I'm not gonna sign any autograph for her. Be a good girl and maybe we can make a deal.

- She told me you must be a sexual encyclopaedia.