Sorrentino's third feature film, proceeding among Fellini echoes, dialogues of brisk philosophy and an insistent and intrusive soundtrack of electronic music, once again delves into the theme of solitude. This time the Neapolitan director uses a tragically "vampiresque" figure dedicated to accumulating money - the only thing he can truly possess, but of which he does not enjoy the most basic advantages (he wanders the streets wearing a threadbare coat, eats only white rice, drinks tap water and steals from supermarkets). The only relationship he manages to establish with others is the blackmail one of the usury loan. Normal bonds (friendship, love) are barred to him and for this reason he is an easy prey to the machinations of the beautiful Rosalba and her acolytes. From executioner he becomes victim, a victim however who does not arouse any empathy and in whom no semblance of humanity is ignited.
