Please stop giving Sorrentino money to make visually beautiful but awfully written films.
"La Grande Bellezza" and this one are really bad films, poorly written and full of excuses for "poetry" or "deep soulsearch" where there is none. Unfortunately this is where Italian cinema is heading to, and I am not happy about it. The film doesn't have a proper ending by itself, there are scenes that don't make sense at all (please explain the girl walking on the apartment aisle crying while ARGENTINEAN, not Napolitanian, soccer fans are yelling outside), and it seems to me that Sorrentino couldn't exactly make a good story out of a personal tragedy because it still haunts him and he did not want help or advice to finish it.
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