Karen Benattar

Surely he could of finished the movie from the other side of the fence. Showing him being hung in 1947 for the 1.1 million Jews he gassed, butchered, and turned into ash to fertilise his wife's garden. Now that would of been some satisfaction. A frustrating film.

This hit my sweet spot. Nostalgia for the Amalfi coast and Italy before mass tourism. Old melodic songs in the genre of the San Remo winners of the 50s and 60s. A plot I could just barely guess. The most magnificent slow steady cinematography. In the vein of the best film noir with a suitably attractive yet menacing main character, that warrants enough sympathy, for you to ask yourself after his first criminal act, I can see why he wants out of his reality. Then there is the fabulous inspector, the most superb acting. Best show in the last 10 years of rubbish