Political low comedy, by Lina Wertmuller, about a bumpkin-ish, anti-Fascist assassin who takes extended refuge and relaxation at a bordello in Mussolini's Italy. The dominant point of view appears to be that of a thoroughly disgusted dermatologist, drawn irresistibly to facial quirks -- freckles, moles, warts, freakish Fellini-esque makeup. The saving grace, amid the hubbub endemic to Italian comedy, is the finely controlled central performance, coiled tightly like a watchspring and threatening to fly off at any instant, of Giancarlo Giannini. (1974) — Duncan Shepherd
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