Bryan Singer
I Soliti Sospetti

I saw her again a few days ago in the city; we greeted each other without stopping, barely slowing our pace, with a stiff smile accompanied by a tepid hand gesture.

That period came back to mind; it must have been 3/4 years ago, so it's very likely that in reality 5 or 6 years have passed, because it's known that time flows more viscously and slowly in the mind. More than the love story itself, it's the ending that emerges forcefully. It's not that I particularly have it in for deer, and I don't deny the beauty of their branched and mighty antlers; however, the image of her, intent on a rodeo on her ex's dick... I hadn't seen them, but it was evident. Yes, I wanted to hurt her. Not physically, of course, but to be cutting and leave her there stunned and helpless without a right to reply. And so I believed I had done when I heard her sobbing; barely had time to turn around and those five fingers, without any warning, touched my face. Almost a caress, it weighed little more than air, but it was the gesture itself that left me stunned and completely unprepared.

Not having the slightest idea who you have dealt with; realizing you've been hooked and violently thrown onto the shore. It's this feeling that connects that slap and the ending of the film I want to talk to you about. Maybe you figured it all out by the tenth minute, but back then I not only swallowed the hook and the bait but even the carbon fiber fishing rod. And when the director pulled, connecting all the numbered dots in the puzzle book, I flew out of the water with a spectacular dive into his net, ready for the pan. I am not ashamed to say I had no idea who the hell Keyser Söze was.

There are various, let’s say infinite, shades of yellow; colors that resemble it while hiding a hint of red or green within them. No, this film is truly 100% yellow and one of the most beautiful films I saw in my adolescence. I love the dialogues, the actors (Byrne and Spacey above all), the intricate plot, the location, and the aforementioned fireworks finale. If it were broadcast on television today, I would plant myself on the couch or only get up at the end credits, even though I almost know it by heart.

Futile to give it a rating and spend additional words trying to build something around it. This review is objectively useless: I realize then that I just wanted to write it and tie it to my own experience.