Simon Brand
Identità Sospette

THE REVIEW

The indexed search, the wine, the heavy day, the rush, Yahoo Answers in a moment of weakness, the mind playing tricks, the argument because I told you to at least write down the must-sees, you idiot! and meanwhile time passes and the evening's movie can't be found.

Apparently I deserved it, but I must have done a good job with the boss because while I'm writing, damn I'm annoyed, the title doesn't even come to mind. And I hope I can go back and add it, if it ever comes to me. Otherwise, this review will come out with Director - Bow and Title - Baw.

What is saved in memory is a summary: n men wake up in some kind of warehouse and they don't know who they are, nor why they are there. For heaven's sake, let's leave aside all the difficulties that can prevent the screenplay from being credible with such an opening. There's no need to go there, since the point is another. The favorite game of the films that piss me off begins: who is bad? Who is good? Who is what who what is who what who WHO!?!?

Each protagonist (this thing is ridiculous, for Christ's sake!!), in turn, goes to the bathroom and looks at themselves in the mirror, and a flashback begins. Ah. Another pearl in memory: it's not enough that it's an idiotic idea from any point of view, during the flashbacks the four corners of the frame are blurry. It reminds me of so many nice quality things.

A sparkling finale with a twist I could've gladly missed in favor of a nap. I even found the title again.

I'm sorry, whether I or you wasted time. I sincerely apologize.