I downloaded the movie. And I even watched it in fairly good conditions (alone at home, few street noises, no ambulances, without a cellphone).

Mediocre movie, much less than what the trailers and the television promotion built around it promised.

The exhausting slowness is a hallmark of this Neapolitan director, who has created a sort of Amarcord of his youth. In fact, I fell asleep after half an hour. I woke up here and there to Toni Servillo's whistling to call his wife.

I watched it a second time, but honestly, it is NOT a movie I would watch twice. Surely, a Neapolitan director making a movie with the excuse of Maradona couldn’t skip Pino Daniele in the soundtrack, right? And indeed... it's the Festival of the Obvious, essentially. All it needed was quotes from Totó and pizza to make it Bingo??

How sad are these directors, who are running out of inspiration and burden us with these little movies ?????? A Sorrentì, jattinne ja...

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