#giovanni moretti

[magnoliadale]

La Cosa Nostra in San Myshuno

Not exactly hidden but their presence has always been here in the city within the Fashion & Spice Districts. The Cosa Nostra operate as San Myshuno's top criminal organization with access to city politics and funds, using their influence to create an environment beneficial to them. Members from left to right : Nico Carboni, Giovanni Maroni, Dante Russo, & Luca Moretti

[filmap]

Bianca Nanni Moretti. 1983

Stairs Via Pantaleo Giovanni, 00152 Rome, Italy See in map

See in imdb

[isadoraxantcs]

open starter @sinnerssquarestart / giovanni's farewell party location: babylon

Babylon was yet another hidden gem for Isadora to find under a rather tragic circumstance, but she was sure she'll be coming back later. She could only imagine what a lovely place it was when there were less people. She could feel the silent stares at her — people, why did they always have to be so judgemental? and why was it always the others that mattered than focusing on their own shit? yet, she wasn't going to let that ruin her night. she'd come with a mission. the phone call was a rather distasteful move, but the text... Well, let's say she just wasn't happy with someone thinking they have the authority to give her orders. "To Giovanni Moretti," she exclaimed, lifting her glass of wine after feeling the presence of someone to her right. "May he rest in peace." She took a nice gulp before finally looking to her right. "Didn't know him very well, but he certainly knew how to make his presence last, didn't he?"

[rcsesnoir]

@morningsmisty

LOCATION: pandemonium. FOR: natalie alvarez.

FRANKLY WHEN ZAIN HAD been informed that his return to bodyguard duties was requested, especially for another moretti — he had been resistant. he could still feel his failure woven around his bones, squeezing so tightly it took everything to keep from screaming. he had been told it wasn’t his fault, that he was off duty and giovanni had the slippery tendencies of a fish out of water — but, his own self-criticism still raged onward. however, when the explosion had gone off — he had been the first to run into the blast. some things never change. another point to his resistance? he’d have to spend most of his nights in a club. his worst fucking nightmare. the isolatio rarely ever left his home — especially these days. perhaps it’s clear as his eyes turn to face natalie, offering a thin-lipped smile to his fellow gang member. even if it’s clear he’d rather be anywhere but here. “ be honest with me. “ he questions, voice in his usual blunt, no-nonsense drawl. “ does it look like i’d rather jump off a cliff than be here right now? “

[classicvirus]

Michelotti's version: 1961 Moretti 600 Sport Spider

The Moretti 600 Sport Spider, based on the Fiat 600, is a classic Italian sports car known for its distinctive styling and limited production. The car featured unique coachwork by Giovanni Michelotti, a renowned car designer who worked extensively with Moretti to create stylish versions of Fiat models. This particular model was known for its elegance and sporty design, which was quite popular in…

[joinmeinenvy]

A Sister’s Betrayal || self para

mentions: @mirayaslan

A heavy weight settled in Francesca’s chest as she sat through hair and makeup, the anticipation of the lingerie show pressing down on her. It felt like a rock, unmoving and suffocating. She considered just vanishing afterward, slipping away unnoticed. She didn’t have the strength to face the two people who’d let her down tonight—each in their own way, but equally painful. But she wouldn't leave Giada. It was her sister's big night, and disappearing would only add to the chaos. The makeup artist stepped back, offering a final flourish, and Francesca’s reflection in the mirror took her by surprise—stunning, almost unrecognizable. But the brief moment of peace shattered when her phone buzzed, the familiar text tone cutting through her like a knife. She glanced at the screen, her heart stopping as she read the message.

Francesca, it seems that even the purest of souls have the darkest of sins. Will you betray one sister to protect another? You are tasked with stealing the fantasy bra, estimated to be worth millions, before its debut on the runway. Succeed and your secrets will be safe. Fail, and several will suffer from your actions. -Giovanni Moretti

Francesca blinked, her stomach sinking as she read the message over and over, each time hoping it might change. But it didn’t. A wave of dread washed over her, and her panicked eyes darted to the makeup artist, who was watching her intently. “Are you alright?” the artist asked, concern lacing her voice. Francesca forced a smile, nodding stiffly, but inside, everything was unraveling. How did Giovanni know? She’d been so careful—so meticulous in covering her tracks. Her stomach twisted at the thought of what this would do to her sister. Both of them. Her vision blurred as she blinked rapidly, fighting the tears. Before she even realized it, her feet moved on their own, carrying her toward wardrobe. She had to get the bra. A few million was nothing compared to what her secret would unleash. If this got out... tonight would be ruined. She would be ruined.

Thankfully, no one seemed to notice Francesca as she moved through the bustling chaos of the dressing room. Surrounded by women in lingerie, she had a way of blending into the background, a talent she'd honed over the years. It was a superpower of sorts, and she usually used it for good. The stylist was busy running around, distracted with other tasks, so Francesca seized the opportunity. She quickly scanned one of the racks of clothes, her heart pounding as she searched for the item she needed. Just as she thought she might have a moment of peace, an aggressive tap on her shoulder snapped her back to reality. She turned around to see the angry stylist from earlier, her arms crossed, eyes narrowed with suspicion.

"Who are you? What are you doing?" the stylist demanded, her voice sharp.

Francesca’s pulse spiked, but she didn’t hesitate. Her mouth twisted into a sheepish grin, but her mind was already working on a solution. She pulled out a card she didn’t use much—one she kept hidden for emergencies like this.

"You don’t know who I am?" she asked, her voice suddenly colder than she'd intended. "I’m Francesca D’Amiano. Giada D’Amiano’s sister. You know—the hostess of this event?" She crossed her arms, attempting to appear tougher than she felt, though she could tell panic was probably seeping through her expression. "I was told to come here to check on things," she added, her voice dropping to a warning tone, "and I’m sure Giada would love to know how one of her stylists is treating her sister." The word sister lingered in the air, each syllable heavy with accusation. The stylist’s face faltered, the color draining from her cheeks as the realization of her mistake hit her.

"I—I’m so sorry," the stylist stammered, flustered and apologetic. "I didn’t— I mean, I didn’t know. What can I do for you, Ms. D’Amiano?" Francesca's tough façade immediately faltered. The guilt washed over her as she saw the stylist flounder, clearly just trying to do her job.

"It’s okay," she said softly, her voice unexpectedly gentle. "I’m sorry. That was mean." She paused, swallowing the knot of discomfort in her throat. "Giada just wanted me to get the fantasy bra. She wanted to look at it one more time."

The stylist tilted her head, confusion clouding her face as she processed Francesca's sudden shift in demeanor. "We've already put it on the model. I double-checked everything, and there were no issues with the bra. Should I radio Ms. Giada to let her know?" Francesca’s eyes wandered over to Miray Aslan, who was wearing the fantasy bra. A cold chill gripped her chest, and a dizzying wave of panic hit so hard that she crumpled to the floor, barely catching herself on the stylist’s arm.

"Miss D'Amiano, are you alright?" The stylist’s voice wavered, part confusion, part concern. Francesca didn’t answer. Her vision blurred, and she let the stylist guide her to a nearby chair, though she barely felt her body moving. She didn't even notice the tears silently tracing down her cheeks as her mind raced. She felt empty. Numb. Her secret—the one she'd guarded for so long—was about to come crashing down. It would destroy everything. Her sisters would be heartbroken, confused, and full of questions. And the answers to those questions would dredge up memories she wanted to leave buried forever. Why was she like this? Why was she always at the center of every disaster? She was the common denominator in all her failures. I must be cursed, she thought. I’m the problem. Her thoughts spiraled, dragging her deeper into the pit of self-loathing.

A wave of movement in front of her snapped her out of it. "Miss D'Amiano?" a stagehand asked gently, their voice filled with concern. "We’re ready for you to line up, but..." They trailed off, taking in the state of her face. Francesca glanced up at a nearby mirror, and the sight of herself almost made her gasp. She looked like someone had taken every ounce of fight she had left and crushed it. Her makeup was smudged and running, her eyes bloodshot and red. She barely recognized herself.

"Let’s get makeup over here," the stagehand said quickly, clearly uncomfortable with the sight of her distress. "I'm sure they can fix you up." Francesca didn’t speak as they called for a makeup artist to return. She just sat there, feeling the tears stop as the makeup artist worked to fix the outward mess. But no matter how much they touched up her face, nothing could fix what was breaking inside. Her mind drifted, far away from the chaos, to a place where nothing could hurt her. She imagined a world where she didn’t have to face the growing terror inside her. But reality crashed back as the weight of what was coming hit her again. Hurt was coming. And she didn’t know if she could survive it.

[mirayaslan]

Miray Aslan - attending the funeral of Giovanni Moretti on behalf of the Crimsons

[sinnerssquarehq]

Following the shocking and untimely demise of the infamous Don Giovanni Moretti two months ago, the Serpents now stand at the precipice of a new era. The time has come to choose a successor, a new ruler to lead them into the future. In the highly anticipated election, the Serpents will cast their votes for one of the four council members: Jordan Gallo, Dante Moretti, Luciano De La Cruz or Giada D'amiano.

While only votes of Serpent members will count, we would also love to see who your other characters would vote for just for fun! This is not mandatory but is encouraged. The form (which can be found in the discord) will need to be filled out once per character.

[dantemoretti]

DANTE MORETTI - GIOVANNI’S FAREWELL

Saying goodbye to daddy Moretti with @ellaxmcretti and the rest of the fam in the black and then changing into the green to head to Babylon with @saccharinexvenom (Lucky) on his arm. And wearing his father’s ring the entire evening of course.

[billieblackwclls]

day of the call, early night, their place. with ; gabriel gallo — @carrved

the door behind her just closes, shoes barely had the time to come off that she makes her presence known, bag falling into its usual spot, ready to go at a moment's notice. " question for you, lover. " no need of a hello to even confirm his own presence, the aura in the room enough for her to recognize when he is or isn't taking up a space he fills so well. there is a magnetism he commands anywhere he stands, slouches or lays. one that still leaves her impressed, no matter the years used to its orbit. the day had been long, evening longer. depending on his answer, the night could stretch the longest.

" actually, maybe a little game. guess who disrupted the middle of a settlement meeting ? " finding him on their couch, it's overly easy to walk a path behind it. easier to let her hands fall on his shoulders, trailing down his arms as she's leaning in, lips to his ear to whisper some more hints to guide him through a possible answer. " it was the weirdest phone call i've ever received, topping any of your drunken ones. " holed up in her office the whole day, she didn't have the time to assess the wide spread of this incident.

but she did not actually intend to play anything, honeyed demeanor and sultry voice contrasting the much more solemn subject of the inquiry. " i trust you did not, in fact, give out my personal number to one late giovanni moretti ? " of course, she would be upset if he had, death of a man aside. it made no sense for that line to ring at the time it did, much less who the speaker tried to impersonate, as he had been retrieved from the river mere days ago. she knows gabe to be far more intelligent than a lot of people make him, trusts he keeps her as an ace up his sleeve and not displayed into his casual hand. still, he is the fastest link to the late head moretti, it's more than fair of her to ask. she simply hopes she was not part of his gang leader's little black book.

[ladyofmelk]

How would the brothers karamazov be if it was an early 2000s italian telenovela with a low budget? 🧵

We follow the (dis)adventures of the Morettis (Moretti < moro = brown), a roman family that owns a very famous bar.

The head of the family is Matteo (I've never met a single Teodoro (fyodor) in my life + Matteo means God's gift too)

His oldest son Giorgio (again, I've never met a single Demetrio (Dmitri) in my life + Giorgio is a name related to the earth > the goddess demeter) never finished highschool, he got in the army but soon dropped out to follow his new girlfriend Caterina to Milan.

Caterina is the daugther of a retired soldier who got Giorgio into the army in the first place. While he was with Caterina, though, he became friends with her sister Agata, who introduced him to her friend Giulia, who everybody calls Lia (Grushenka. Same shit, you won't find any Agrippinas here).

Matteo had Giorgio with a young woman named Adele, whom he was forced to marry when he got her pregnant and divorced a few years into their marriage. Matteo remarried an even younger woman, Sofia, who gave him two children named Giovanni and Alessio.

Giovanni is about to graduate in natural sciences. He rarely visits his family, but he happened to pop by when Giorgio and Caterina were there too. He secretly fell for her and planned to move to Milan as well to follow her and keep and eye on his brother.

Alessio (whom everybody calls Lele) has always been a quiet, lovely child. He dropped out of uni a few months into the semester to follow his true calling and become a priest. He is following a seminary in Vatican city and visits his father every weekend. (Let's pretend they're roman catholics for the sake of this. DOSTO DONT CRUCIFY ME)

Paolo "Cacaliscia" (literally "smooth shit", best rendition of Smerdyakov i can give you), the three Morettis' "distant cousin", works at the family bar and is the one who knows all the gossip. He despises his job and how his "uncle" treats him, so from time to time he tells everybody's business to the right (wrong) person.

Paolo's scenes are always in the bar. In every single episode with him he's either cleaning glasses with an annoyed expression, leaning on the counter with a shit eating grin ready to gossip or just being the typical caricature of a gay guy in an early 2000s piece of media.

Lele is seen with one (1) signature friend, Michele Raccattoni (raccattare=to collect), who's in the seminary with him but is not very... priest like. The directors LOVE adding scenes of him coming back to their shared room late into the night and Lele switching on the lights annoyed.

The show is top of the charts for five years, has 12 seasons and is still ongoing, everyone and their mother lost their shit when Lele almost left the seminary for Lia and some actual radical priest condemned the show during a sermon (he wanted Lia and Giorgio together).

Giorgio's actor has become italian teenage girls' n1 dream guy and in 2021 there's the start of a whole fandom for the pairing between Alessio and Michele. People who like Giovanni are considered edgy and no one likes Paolo except three Cacaliscia apologists on twitter dot com (me).

In the final episode Lele finally rejects the avances of Elisa, a girl in the seminar who has a crush on him, and becomes the youngest cardinal in Rome because he can. He celebrates the double marriage between Lia/Giorgio and Caterina/Giovanni. Paolo is the flower girl.

The ceremony is stopped when Niccolò, a boy whom Alessio had taken under his wing, storms into the cathedral and tells everyone that Matteo has been found dead. It turns out Paolo had murdered him. The two couples find his will. He wanted to leave everything to Alessio, who decides to divide his inheritance between his brothers and their wives. While he's looking for Paolo to tell him he's going to get some money too he finds out he hung himself in the church confessional.

And uhh thats it. Notte notte.

[ellaxmcretti]

(DANIELLE CAMPBELL, CISFEMALE, SHE/HER) Oh, is that FIORELLA ‘ELLA’ MORETTI? I heard the TWENTY-EIGHT year old is AFFECTIONATE. But don’t let that pretty face fool you, they are also IMPETUOUS. Makes sense seeing how they are a LAWYER in the THE SERPENTS gang. penned by m.

𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐒.

𝐅𝐔𝐋𝐋 𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄:  Fiorella Moretti (Fiorella is a floral-inspired girl's name with Italian roots, meaning "little flower.")

𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄(𝐒):  Ella, Fiore, little flower (used mostly by her mother)

𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐅𝐄𝐑𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄(𝐒):  Ella

𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐇 𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐄:  April, 19, 1996

𝐀𝐆𝐄:  twenty-eight

𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑:  cisfemale

𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐒:  she/her

𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐑 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐑: dark brown

𝐄𝐘𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐑: ocean blue

𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐎𝐎𝐒: wolf on her left hip, small flower on her right wrist

𝐏𝐈𝐄𝐑𝐂𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: her ears (has a second hole on both)

𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐒: tbd.

𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐂 𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍:  demiromantic

𝐒𝐄𝐗𝐔𝐀𝐋 𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍:  heterosexual

𝐅𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐘: Giovanni & Valentina Moretti (parents), Dante Moretti (older brother), Lorenzo Moretti (younger brother)

𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐍:  Raelynn Giulia & Torin Geovanni Moretti Gallo

𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐒: single (it's complicated)

𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐑𝐄𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌:  bitter sweet symphony ( x )

𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒: dolores abernathy (westworld), alison dilaurentis (pretty little liars), alaska young (looking for alaska)

𝐁𝐈𝐎��𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐇𝐘.

triggers: pediatric cancer tw

'My little flower', that's what her mother used to call her and Ella was just that — a soft and delicate girl, but a resilient one nonetheless. Since childhood Ella was a dreamer; someone who saw the beauty in the world and remained oblivious to its ugly side.

Her childhood years were filled with violin lessons, ballet classes and riding lessons. All three she adored, however, only two remained a constant in her life throughout her teenage years. It was her way of escaping the reality that her family weren't the best people.

Ella had always been the type that just went with the flow in life. Growing up, her dreams for the future constantly changed, believing she could actually achieve all the things that crossed her mind on a daily basis. She simply lacked purpose. Lacked that ambitious drive, which has made her father one of the most influential and fearsome people in the city. The same drive has made her brother follow thoroughly into their father's footsteps. Coming from such background, she could have achieved so much, maybe even surpassed, if only she'd wanted to.

Ella graduated from the School of American Ballet at the top of her class, which ensured her a promising future whether she chose to further her passion for ballet or choose a different route in life. A more practical one. The problem was, losing that sort of routine that came with attending classes for the past eighteen years of her life, left her feeling at a loss. Having too much aspirations but little desire to work any of them hard enough left her drifting through life, which only strained her relationship with her father, who had always deemed her weak for her low tolerance of violence.

Throughout most of her teenage years and later as a young adult, Ella had a relationship with one of the Gallo boys, Griffin, which they both kept a secret and which became somewhat of her main focus in life after graduating. Though complete opposites at a first sight, these two shared a special bond. As strange as it may sound, Ella always felt the safest in Griffin's arms no matter the rumors that surrounded his true nature. At times their love could turn a little rough and toxic but there was never a moment in her life when she had doubts about him, except probably after finding out she was expecting. Call it a motherly instinct but she simply didn't want her children sucked into a vicious life from an young age, so she did the only thing she deemed right — she ran.

Having the twins gave her life purpose. Especially when realizing she couldn't rely on her family's dirty money. It was hard but she slowly got her life together, enrolled in university and slowly started building her future away from New York until Raelynn was diagnosed with cancer shortly after being born. The treatment soon became unbearable for Ella to do all on her own and she was left with two options — let her daughter slowly fade away or seek help. She obviously chose the latter, showing up at her ex's doorstep with little to no explanation other than that this was his daughter and she needed help before vanishing from both their lives shortly after.

Ella feels guilt-driven after not being able to provide for her daughter to get a proper treatment since she didn't know how to break the news to her family in order to ask for help, which led her to turn to the only person she could trust with that secret - Raelynn's father, Griffin. Even if it meant succumbing her to being raised in the Gallo's values. Which in return has only made her twice more protective of Raelynn's twin brother, Torin.

[hayesarcher]

closed starter | @novariot

location: addicted to the bean

"No it's just this asshole-" Hayes complained down the phone, deep in a conversation about whoever was pretending to be Giovanni Moretti. He hadn't expected someone to turn around to look at him. "Oh I wasn't' talking about you. You might be an asshole but I wouldn't know, I don't think we've met."

[chez-mimich]

IL SOL DELL’AVVENIRE

Non sembra dare nessun segno di cedimento il filone del metacinema. Dopo “The Fabelmans”di Steve Spielberg, “Babylon” di Damien Chazelle, “Empire of Light” di Sam Mendes, dopo il documentario “Laggiù qualcuno mi ama” di Mario Martone, “Quando” di Walter Veltroni, “Il ritorno di Casanova” di Gabriele Salvatores, e si badi, solo per citare film degli ultimi tre-quattro mesi, ecco l’ennesimo film che parla di cinema, “Il sol dell’avvenire” di Nanni Moretti che, tra i film da me appena citati, si piazza sicuramente “secondo” dietro solo all’irraggiungibile “The Fabelmans”. Giovanni (Nanni Moretti), è un regista, anzi Giovanni è “il” regista Nanni Moretti che sta cercando di terminare un film, ambientato in una sezione del Partito Comunista Italiano situata in una periferia romana, quando la sezione e il partito stesso sono travolti dalla notizia dell’invasione sovietica di Budapest del 1956. In realtà Giovanni-Nanni, sta pensando anche ad altri due film, il primo tratto dal romanzo “Il nuotatore” di John Cheever (Moretti è sempre stato un amante del nuoto, sublimato, come metafora della vita, in “Palombella rossa”), e un altro film, non meglio definito, che contenga un nutrito repertorio di canzoni italiane. In questo travaglio di idee, interviene anche un fatto sconvolgente, la decisione della moglie Paola (Margherita Buy), produttrice dei suoi film, di porre termine al loro matrimonio. La crisi che Giovanni si trova ad attraversare, professionale oltre che umana, è causata da un mondo che non capisce più, non capisce più le persone, forse non capisce più i fatti, ma soprattutto non capisce più le “parole”. L’irresistibile sequenza dell’incontro con i rappresentanti di Netflix, esprime appieno il disagio del regista (Giovanni-Nanni), verso un mondo che ha operato una sostituzione linguistica attraverso un adattamento e una banalizzazione della lingua, schiava delle spietate logiche di mercato. Il cinema di Moretti è un cinema di parola (forse per questo tanto amato dai francesi): “Le parole sono importanti!” urlerà ad una giornalista Michele Apicella in “Palombella rossa”. E anche in questo film la “memoria della sinistra”, gioca un ruolo sostanzioso, ma a differenza della trovata miserrima del film di Walter Veltroni, tutto è evocato con la feroce autoironia della ineguagliabile “allure” della narrazione cinematografica morettiana. Ed è proprio con questa autoironia del linguaggio che Moretti prova ad ipotizzare una “storia altra” della sinistra proprio a partire dalle parole, scompaginando quelle del titolo dell’Unità proprio durante i fatti del 1956. Gran bel film, chissà però che non sia arrivata l’ora di rompere la lunga teoria di film automeditativi e si possa tornare a raccontare “con” il cinema, visto che a raccontare “il” cinema si sono ormai cimentati un po’ tutti…

[denny1416]

Comunque più vedo i film di Moretti e più penso che Michele Apicella/Giovanni sono il mio spirit animal.

[havaforever]

VERS UN AVENIR RADIEUX - Réalisateur à succès, Giovanni commence le tournage de son nouveau long-métrage sur la thématique du parti communiste italien dans les années 1950. Très adepte de ses petits rituels, il ne réalise pas qu'il est sur le point de perdre tout ce qui composait son petit monde.

Moretti joue les Woody Allen sur le mode de l'auto dérision et notamment dans le rôle du looser sentimental qu'il devient avec l'âge. Il explore aussi le personnage du l'adulte qui ne sait pas composer avec la façon dont l'histoire avance; qui coupé de ses idéaux politiques désormais obsolescents, ne parvient plus à penser l'avenir.

Il y a bien sûr un fond (et beaucoup de forme) d'exercice psychanalytique, parce que ça le fait aussi, et une bande son pleine de clins d'oeils, très agréable, mais tout cela reste largement insuffisant pour combler l'ennui qui nous gagne à mesure que le temps avance.

Un Avenir Radieux n'est pas convainquant, beaucoup trop fouillis et prétentieux pour cela, les pistes se multiplient sans que l'on saisisse où le réalisateur nous emmène sur sa trottinette, dans les rues de Rome.

Paré d'une jolie musique et d'un comique de situation parfois sympathique (dont le meilleur est sur la bande-annonce), le film reste un bazar qui part dans beaucoup de directions et de dimensions (le film dans le film qui n'en finit pas d'être lourd, les jeunes amoureux, le défilé final..) pour ne jamais rien attraper de réellement sensible ou percutant.

NOTE - 9/20 - Vaseux, décevant, ennuyeux malgré un début prometteur et un ton qui s'annonçait agréable.