Tuesday, September 24, 2019

Once upon a Time in Hollywood... Review

Once upon a Time in Hollywood doesn't intend to be liked by everyone.

In fact a lot of people don't.

This is by far the most imperfect of the movies made by Tarantino.

And yet the most personal and poetic.

It could be defined as his own Sunset Boulevard.

Those who don't know Billy Wilder will probably have a hard time understanding it.

On this occasion the author doesn't need the genre filter to talk about something very personal.

He questions himself much more than he ever did before.

The director goes back home to that Hollywood which was always in his mind.

In his own fairy tale some rules of "the reality we normally perceive" apply and some don't (as always in his films).

This is where the artist emerges: creating a world that thoroughly absorbs you and makes your life more interesting. Provided you know what he is talking about and you understand what Rick, Cliff and Sharon represent.

Thank you Quentin, I hope this is your last movie: you couldn't make a better spiritual testament.

Monday, July 22, 2019


Rome is about to collapse due to the garbage overwhelming the city. In addition to the errors of the institutions, are citizens guilty at all?

In una Roma al collasso la domanda principale rimane: quali colpe hanno i cittadini per lo stato delle cose? Maggiori o minori rispetto alle istituzioni?

Tuesday, April 23, 2019


In the course of this interview (2018) I've been asked some tips about how to make a 0 budget film and which movies to watch in order to do that

Tuesday, March 5, 2019


Joe was wandering around the beautiful Budapest without any definite plan: all he knew was a few hours later a flight would take him back.

His entire life was passing in front of him: the uni, the Erasmus, the post graduation, the first Irish life moments, the sliding doors, happiness, sadness, what could have been and was not.

A melancholy feeling crossed him along with the awareness that it’s pointless to look behind.

A wonderful trip was about to end, a new chapter of his life was likely to start knowing only that in life nothing happens as we hope nor as we fear.

Iggy once said  “I don’t wanna be pop, I don’t wanna be punk, I just wanna be”...

He couldn’t agree more

Saturday, February 16, 2019


Eastwood means Cinema.

Many directors shoot, others make films,
someone is even capable of good movies.  

Clint is something else: he is Pure Cinema.

The Mule, among other things, shows the contradictions of the
United States where very often people do wrong things legally
and right things illegally.
He’s never been politically correct nor is he in
this testament.

Earl feels betrayed by his country and its values.

He never looks for redemption nor for
any kind of catharsis.

The screenplay works perfectly: every time it might
degenerate towards rhetoric it goes right back
on track, giving this anti-hero a humanity that
we hardly ever see in the digital generation.

Lesson clear and understood.

Thank you Clint.

Wednesday, July 25, 2018

Kino Stabia – Behind the scene

If you have a chance to join a Kino session anywhere in the world do it!

Monday, February 5, 2018


If you are passionate about Cinema you should love these ones...

           M (1931)

-         The 39 Steps (1935)

-         Stagecoach  (1939)

-         Citizen Kane (1941)

-         Casablanca (1942)

-         Notorious (1946)

-         Rope (1948)

-         Sunset Boulevard (1950)

-         Seven Samurai (1954)

-         Rear Window (1954)

-         Kiss Me Deadly (1955)

-         The Night of the Hunter (1955)

-         The Man Who Knew Too Much (1956)

-         Witness for the Prosecution (1957)

-         The Seventh Seal (1957)

-         North by Northwest (1959)

-         The Apartment (1960)

-         À bout de soufflé [Breathless] (1960)

-          (1963)

-         Bande à part (1964)

-         Le Samouraï (1967)

-         Night of the Living Dead (1968)

-         Rosemary's Baby (1968)

-         Once Upon a Time in the West (1968)

-         The Wild Bunch (1969)

Wednesday, January 24, 2018


Joe was watching Federer demolish the poor Berdych to reach, once again, the semifinals of the Australian Open 2018 edition

Joe considered "he could win his 20th Grand Slam... When was last time I saw someone beat him playing a truly impressive tennis?".

His job was so boring he didn’t have anything better to do than looking for suppressed memories. 

January 2005, Joe was an unpaid intern at the Roman bureau of the Associated Press, not dreaming any more to become a great journalist. His co-worker broke in the news “Federer’s leading 2 sets to 1 but Safin is playing incredibly!”.

He moved to the other room to watch the continuation of the match (“much better than making fucking photocopies” he thought) which turned out to be by far the best match he ever saw in a long long time. Federer played his best tennis but that day Safin was simply unplayable and won 9-7 the 5th set to reach the final of the 2005 Australian Open.

“In 13 years many things changed except one: Federer” Joe’s mind was back in 2018, “I moved from one state to another, changed many cities, I met literally thousands of people and he’s still there, on top”.

Bush, Recession, Obama, Trump, Starwood, Besedo, Teaching, Facebook, Twitter, WhatsApp, his first laptops and video cameras, being a trainer, catching intercontinental flights, making feature and short films, hanging out with cool people (and addicts of any kind), changing mind 20 times a day about what to do next, running away at the end of it all.

Ultimately start over.

He could write many novels and screenplays based on those 13 years where everything changed to stay the same.

Precisely like the best tennis player he ever saw

Friday, December 15, 2017


Joe was back to work very jet-lagged. 

He started the day checking online news just to see what he'd missed in the previous 2 weeks. “How was California?” Quinta asked, Joe cut it short “I preferred Nevada”

A couple of hours later he considered if there was any point in continuing his martyrdom. Still undecided he opted for a coffee. When he got in the kitchen he bumped into Yuri who smiled at him “You look pretty fucked up”. Joe answered in a flash “I landed last night flying all the way from San Francisco, how the hell am I supposed to look like?”. Yuri turned puzzled “how come you didn’t ring sick?”, Joe looked down on him “I never ring sick, you should know that by now”. 

Yuri shook his head in disbelief “And how do you reckon you will enjoy the concert tonight without any rest?”. Something dawned on Joe “The concert?”. Yuri retorted “Soundgarden, remember? We bought the tickets 6 months ago…”. “Scheiße, I’d forgotten about that!”. Yuri left still shaking his head in disbelief. 

Joe used all his resources to finish the working day without damages. Afterwards, he ran home, changed his clothes and rushed to the O2 to watch Cornell & Co for the first time in his life. Yuri smiled at him “You made it! I was not so sure this morning”, Joe fancied himself “People tend to underestimate me”. 

When the supporting band was about to finish an unknown number called. “Who is this?” Joe answered annoyed. “Luke! Do I need to take a cab?”. Joe didn’t get it “What are you talking about?”, Luke retorted “Soundgarden! Have they started yet?”. Joe got even more confused “How do you know I’m here, we haven’t talked in 2 years…”. “Where else could you possibly be today?”. Luke’s voice sounded so definitive Joe couldn’t help saying “They will start in 5 minutes, get a taxi, I’ll hold a standing space for you, we are pretty close to the stage”. 

Luke arrived on time, the 3 of them enjoyed a good but slightly sad concert. However, none of them could anticipate they would never have a chance to see Cornell again. Joe, still dizzy from the US trip, couldn’t stop thinking about Luke’s words “Where else could you possibly be today?”. Was that a good thing? Or just a sign of predictability? 

Very confused he looked at Chris who was saying “My Wave was written for the first Iraq War: most people don’t look out of their own garden, we should care instead if we want to make the world a better place”. Cornell seemed genuinely moved while saying these words. 

Joe felt a connection for the vulnerability shown a by someone always imagined as a happy, successful superstar. “It’s only you and Eddie left, kick the ghosts away Chris” Joe sensed Nostalgia for the teen-aging time when he picked the name Cornell for his email to be. 

The concert ended with a strange sadness and Joe couldn't help but walk back home with a nirvanian sensation not to be the only one…