MorenoB

I am an existential impotent, Nick, what can you do about it? ;-) I enjoy deciphering, I am an Amosian... maybe getting it wrong... but after so many attempts...

The vote for the Film

You write well, but I disagree with the reading; it’s not a film about individuals, it's a metaphorical film about the lack of purity and innocence (even in its best elements) of America, from its inception onward. Nobody is saved in the end (either physically or morally) except for the extraordinary element, the dreamlike, the absurd, namely the hitman Chirgugh, who in my opinion is not a voice of conscience; otherwise, the absurd murders, like the one over the stolen car or the very clients seeking the recovery of the briefcase, wouldn't be explainable. If Chirgugh is a voice of conscience, it is of the collective kind; he is the Punisher Angel, often relying on chance (the coin toss) and exhibiting a linear ethical conduct because it is precisely anti-ethical: inhuman, and thus depicted in absolutely implausible features. He represents the Punishment of Guilt of an entire Nation and gives no leniency, except to those who surrender to the fact (the sheriff who doesn't confront him in the end). The film is a thread that connects with the usual Coen-esque vision of their country; it is not a psychological film; it is almost a parable, mysterious but interpretable.

it was pedantically... excuse the distraction...

Bah, if that were the only parameter, Scaruffi could be somewhat acceptable, but the problem is that he considers almost everything that is mainstream to be artistically irrelevant, with some exceptions that he is careful not to delve into because he knows he cannot hide the truth of the facts, namely that he also judges based on pure personal sympathies and with a fairly, though not entirely, anti-European spirit, and I apologize for the neologism. The impression one gets from reading his reviews is that they are pure exercises in rhetoric that mostly conceal rather banal ideas. Then there are those who can discern and appreciate the positive aspect (i.e., the purely informative one) of the existence of these critics, like dear Lux and those who hang on their every word, and that’s Neu! who, with his (sad and absurd) reasoning through parallels between different genres and albums (based on training, styles, and origins), makes it clear how unreliable his thoughts are on the matter. Regards.

I'm raising the average of the review since some people have nothing better to do than leave random ratings.

@Gonzo: If you mean that the value depends on the fact that the supercast is showing off and makes the film light and fun, I can agree; if instead you mean that it’s just for their "charme," no.

Certo, inviami pure il testo e procederò con la traduzione.

5 of appreciation, although "Hai Paura del Buio" remains the masterpiece, I agree with Alessio—after "Non è per sempre," there’s nothing.

By the way, you forgot to mention that it's a remake of the classic from '60...