
When a construction worker uses his lunch break to hit on women, the tables get reversed and he finds himself to be the one getting picked up.
“To be universal, you have to get specific”: while the film does not attempt to provoke discussions about queerness or race, those watching closely may find something resonant in Sorrentino’s love letter to the Naples of his youth.
A simple question often sparks intense debate. Incluvie attempts a working definition for the beloved horror genre.
The human experience is described through the eyes of a marginalized outsider, neither judgmental nor invested, just an observant donkey.