Vaganti
Scamarcio The prodigal son returns to the fold of his family from Puglia, where it is overwhelmed by a series of events that lead him to come to terms with himself, his "dear", cocks and bundles.
Vaganti Mine takes up slightly in the first half and remained in a gray area between drifting of the ridiculous pathos and comic daunting, but collapses completely as they approach the end credits, and drifting towards the two extremes above leads to the inevitable nausea. I will not elaborate on how boring and unrealistic is the family environment, because to a certain point must be a problem-with my cock, we have really split the balls-but when 90% of the characters is stereotypical and deep as a puddle there is little to talk, you can also indulge in mannerism, take the pot and throw the usual misunderstandings family, the usual idiot son, the child usually sensitive and misunderstood, blah blah blah, but at least they are quality ingredients. Characters of Fantastichini and Ricci improponibilmente dimensional, and the comic verve of Friends of ricchioni Scamarcio is equal to that of Conrad Augias, with these conditions can not be thought that a film already weighted to other reasons remains afloat. Waterloo
In general, a couple of things to save. One, the Grimaudo, beautiful and talented, when she was on screen I did not know where to turn, two, Scamarcio, which obviously can not act (for what is commonly meant by the verb) and that which has the well deboluccio a character, but with his style by amateurs is already a few films that can be appreciated, if only because of the peculiarity of his approach.
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