Pulling the rope of populist sentimentality on the big screen at a certain point risks snapping. And the sound of the thud is likely to be very similar to a ‘plof’ from when you're sitting in the potty. An embarrassing attempt to emulate staggered historical films that retrace epochal events in Italian history as immense directors have done in the past. Nothing more, nothing less. Muccino, do us a favour: extinguish yourself.