Fantozzi: Is he really that relatable, or are we just settling?

Okay, so I just rewatched "The Second Tragic Fantozzi." Look, I get it. He's the everyman, crushed under the heel of corporate overlords, right? Everyone sees themselves in at least some aspect of his miserable existence. The humiliating ski trip, the grotesque eating competitions... it's all supposed to be a darkly comedic mirror reflecting our own pathetic lives. But here's the thing: I'm starting to think we're giving Fantozzi a free pass, and maybe giving ourselves one too. I mean, yeah, he's got a terrible boss, and his life is awful. But how much of it is self-inflicted? He constantly kowtows to everyone. He lacks any semblance of backbone. The scene where he's forced to participate in the office soccer game in the rain? Instead of standing up for himself, he participates in the ridiculous match, getting drenched and mocked. Is this really something to aspire to? Or a symbol of how we should behave? I think not. Don't get me wrong, Paolo Villaggio is brilliant, and the movie is funny in its own twisted way. But I think we're too quick to embrace Fantozzi as some kind of working-class hero. He's not a hero; he's a doormat. The film normalizes mediocrity and spinelessness too much for my liking. I feel like we're all secretly patting ourselves on the back for not being quite as pathetic as him, while still accepting the crumbs thrown our way by our own 'megadirectors'. Maybe the point isn't to relate to Fantozzi, but to acknowledge that we don't want to be him. Perhaps we should strive to be more than just another cog in the machine, even if it means facing some discomfort. Just a thought. Maybe I'm wrong, but I doubt it. Anyone else feel this way, or am I alone in my Fantozzi skepticism?