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 the mere 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 pitiful 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 mixed that it makes you cry in Croatian. Practically half the film went like this, between total gloom and a robbery incapable of bringing the necessary suspense, a completely banal interlude. The boys stop in a supermarket and decide to stop there the night. They hide, unaware that they are not alone. And when he arrives, the butcher, a dark, sinister, disturbing figure, hope peeps out, overflowing with comforting confidence. But no, no matter how good Blitch is, he is saddled with a monologue so long and heavy that even a healthy sufferer of insomnia like me closes her eyes, what an aberrant disappointment. Apart from some excellent effects of Stivaletti, and a fairly wasted Ottaviano Blitch, I have to reluctantly reject this shot.Read all
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