If you know the director, you'll probably get that this movie is absolutely not a Polizzotesco, as they were galore in the seventies, bloody, macho seventies for the Italian film industry, full of car chases, tortures, beatings of all kinds on people, including - and I would say : especially - women. This is a plot topic, about corruption, political involvment with the underworld, a Damiano Damiani, Pasquale Squietteri or Francesco Rosi trade mark. Daring, no gratuitous, complex, requiring much attention, not destined at all to saturday evening more or less already drunk audiences of men, alone or together in the movie theaters. Destined on the contrary to cerebral folks, maybe not intellectual. Damiani was the director of Mafia - genuine, real mafia - movies, so accurate that I will always be surprised that Damiano Damiani died in his bed, and at an advanced age, and not earlier in his life, by a "accident" for instance, or because of a bomb under his car, hit by a hit and run driver or shot on the street by a motorcycle passenger.
