I went to this movie without expecting much, but I got even less. As it happens with "artistic" wannabes, the director (who wrote the script as well) is too involved with himself to make the movie clear to the public. Maybe the idea of interspersing dialogue with songs (à la von Trier, just to name an example) is not that bad: but it ought to give something to the viewer, apart from a general sense of desperation. One would think that a good movie, an artistically sophisticated one can be viewed by anyone: one would expect that a "serious" movie can go on without the usual assortment of outcasts, which are always the same: homosexuals, transsexuals, immigrants... It has been filmed so many times that it starts to be trivially rhetorical.
For some reason, the film is voiced in Italian, but the songs are in English, written again by the director. They have a certain grace, but the subtitles in Italian offer a bad translation. Moreover, actors seem sometimes out of place, as if the directions they received do not make sense. It is the same feeling you get after the movie: perhaps this is just what the director wanted...
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