Despite it’s obvious shortcomings (being a movie about a lonely actress that wants to make her own movie…directed, written and starring the one and only Asia, daughter of Dario, Argento) I really liked it. It was playing at the Yerba Buena Center for the arts and I was one of maybe ten people in the audience. The religious allusions were weak and confusing, but the cinéma vérité cinematography was pretty successful for me. I think I was a bit swayed because my favorite Italian word is cazzo and all the characters said cazzo many times, which made me happy.
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