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One of the fourteen derbies between AS Mastroianni and Lazio Loren, referred to by journalists from Corriere dello Sport as "The Shabby Drama from Beneath Vesuvius." I would compare it to a situation where, after a light contact on the field, a player begins writhing as if he had an open fracture. Then suddenly, he springs to his feet, signals to the referee to give a card, yells something at the fouling player, and gestures furiously. The other player motions with his finger over his mouth for him to be quiet, they bring their foreheads together, and after a hint of a headbutt, one collapses to the ground while the other theatrically feigns surprise and throws up his hands to signal his innocence. The referee rewards them both with yellow cards, and after the match, the two greet each other and exchange friendly pats between the locker rooms, because it ended 1:1. And the enthusiastic spectators will come again.

The final minute of Alphonse Gabriel Capone’s decline... Hardy revives moments when, as the drooling Bronson, he staggered through realms of hallucination and incompetence and, exchanging the cigar for a carrot, he shuffles his way to the final scene, which works in its own way. With a few action moments, it’s as if Josh Trank is mocking the audience, who should have known in advance that they were entering only and solely a fading world where holding on to one’s bladder is no easier than once holding power. The demystification is like Chicago. Those doomed to die of neurosyphilis won’t be shot...

“...on the last morning of his life...” A docudrama about men who died of natural causes (natural for the activities they engaged in) and, from Roger Corman, an attempt to portray gangsterism as something that played a significant role in the development of American culture. This time, however, without the typical romanticizing where the protagonist is set against the system and the viewer tends to root for him. But it wasn’t just that. Its liveliness resembled a musical, with the choir made up of the sounds of Thompsons, shotguns, and blunt objects, while Jason Robards's theatrical Capone took it to the stage, and the dispute over the gangster Gusenberg’s fur coat and his blonde adornments came close to farce. Those who find Jack Nicholson in a small role can consider themselves lucky...