December 1999. I remember that, amidst the Millennium Bug anxiety, I went to the birthday of Enrico, a kid who lived with his family in an old and isolated farmhouse.
This utterly surprising debut gets cinematically richer with every twist and turn – allowing for moments of fabulously deranged buddy comedy, touching a sense of Western, always staying true to being a descent into the abyss of the human mind and desire.
Two blustery 50-somethings, have an obsession: going for their last drink. One night, they run into Giulio, a shy architecture student, whose way of seeing the world and love will be transformed as the trio wander from bar to bar of Veneto
