Oneiric, refined, sublime. Sorrentino creates a work of art worthy of his name and a style that belongs only to him. Sorrentino offers us a return to Italian auteur cinema.
Moments of silence, ruled by looks typical of Antonioni, the metaphorical and pressing sensuality in the style of Bertolucci's Last Tango in Paris, the sense of mystery, darkness and suspense typical of Tornatore. A wonderful Naples, almost painted, but also raw, naked, poor and unfortunate. In this film Naples is to Sorrentino as Rome was to Fellini, representing the capital as a synecdoche for national ideals and values, but also a city of power and great cultural, social and political influence.
Thanks to Parthenope, Italian cinema has awakened from the torpor of banality is commercialism. Thank you Sorrentino ❤
