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❝ A 1995 pseudo-youthful comedy that tells in a haphazard way the misery of the Italian thirty-something, and does so in a Tuscan comedic key, but turns out to be a fourth-rate film with inexplicable cinematic success.
❝ The king of the dull, the monarch of the mediocre, the prince of the "ordinary."
❝ This is not a review, it's a simple piece of advice: stay away from this stuff!
❝ For once, however, I believe it should be recognized that Pieraccioni merited making a beautiful film, delicate and able to touch the deep strings of feelings, precisely because it does not describe love linearly (possible or impossible, exotic or not), but rather a set of loves that the director himself admitted are doomed to failure, to non-achievement, to frustration.
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