What a mad film. I don’t think it’s terrible exactly, and it’s actually very sad, but above all, House of Gucci is just plain mad. In both content and form, the film becomes increasingly unhinged as the near three-hour film progresses to total insanity.
Verdi’s Falstaff at the Met delivers the lulz
Is Falstaff a casual, end of career “farewell tour” simply to prove the critics who claimed Verdi could not write comedy wrong? Far from it.