Low budget film, first work by a very young Lorenzo Lombardi, who perhaps, due to his lack of experience, missed the opportunity to shoot an interesting road movie, transforming it into a soporific story devoid of brutal irreverence. The screenplay is full of unbelievable situations and dialogues, and features three friends who are so boring that just the thought of spending holidays together makes them want to be eaten alive.

Who wouldn't like to spend a trip talking about eggs or listening to sorry jokes? Aside from the tedious conversations, the film boasts a confusing identity: evidently set in Italy, it features signs in English, mustachioed petrol station attendants winking at Texan petrol stations, radio speakers speaking in Spanish, fortune tellers in extravagant clothes, a minestrone so poorly blended that it makes you cry in Croatian.

Practically half the film went like this, amid total gloom and a robbery incapable of providing the necessary suspense, a completely banal interlude.

The boys stop at a supermarket and decide to spend the night there. They hide, unaware that they are not alone. And when he arrives, the butcher, a dark, sinister, disturbing figure,

hope peeks out, overflowing with comforting confidence. But no, no matter how good Blitch is, he is given a monologue so long and heavy that even a healthy insomniac like me closes her eyes, what an aberrant disappointment.

Apart from some excellent effects by Stivaletti, and a rather wasted Ottaviano Blitch, I must reluctantly reject this shot.