This tiny movie made in a remote corner of Italy that basically even Italians don't really know is a delight. You know exactly what's going to happen plot-wise, but you still enjoy every bizarre minute of the ride: the absolutely realistic characters (Roberto Citran's prim and proper 'nice husband' with a nervous streak, the assorted drunkards in the Osteria...), the absurdist humour, young Zoran's Buster Keaton- ish demeanour. Giuseppe Battiston, the protagonist, is a big star in Italy and I hope his "bastard with a heart of gold" character shines through even to people who don't speak Italian. His charisma equals his constantly expanding girth. I actually *clapped* at his five-minutes monologue at the psychiatrist's, which I have the feeling he improvised on the spot, just loving the crescendo he was building. The whole movie is a no-budget piece of bravura and a great debut for the director; I'm looking forward to his next movie.