Due to some other's comments, I decided to rent "L'ingorgo", hoping to see a real Italian styled "black comedy", a reflex of the early '50s Cinema d'Autore that left us many jewels, mixed with '70s socio-political satire.
Instead, I had to watch a boring, tedious and even violent piece, filled with excellent actors and actresses, that in the beginning was truly promising, but then became a long, exasperating show, with no specific purpose.
Particularly shocking is the scene of a rape, committed by 3 guys, and witnessed by others who, instead of stopping it by shooting their firearms to the air, discussed if it was worth watching it or not. Well, by the way the film turned, it's a relief the authors didn't choose to make those witnesses participate in the multiple rape.
I didn't understand what Marcello Mastroianni's character meant, or why some things happened without consequences (the rape, the sacking of a truck, some crazy drivers, discussions, etc.).
It didn't seem a "written" movie, but a spaghetti incident of talents mixed up like the traffic jam itself, and left alone with some cameras and microphones open as they moved and talked.
If that was the purpose of this film, then I didn't quite get it like that.
Instead, I had to watch a boring, tedious and even violent piece, filled with excellent actors and actresses, that in the beginning was truly promising, but then became a long, exasperating show, with no specific purpose.
Particularly shocking is the scene of a rape, committed by 3 guys, and witnessed by others who, instead of stopping it by shooting their firearms to the air, discussed if it was worth watching it or not. Well, by the way the film turned, it's a relief the authors didn't choose to make those witnesses participate in the multiple rape.
I didn't understand what Marcello Mastroianni's character meant, or why some things happened without consequences (the rape, the sacking of a truck, some crazy drivers, discussions, etc.).
It didn't seem a "written" movie, but a spaghetti incident of talents mixed up like the traffic jam itself, and left alone with some cameras and microphones open as they moved and talked.
If that was the purpose of this film, then I didn't quite get it like that.