: A comedy that further cemented her status in the 90s Italian film landscape.
She had stayed too late at the studio again. Her fingers still smelled of turpentine and oil paint. The new series— Oblivion —was devouring her. Faces without mouths, clocks without hands. Her dealer had called it “visceral.” Her mother had called it “concerning.” Deborah Cali L Ultimo Metro hit
The train stopped. The doors slid open. No one was on the platform. The lights flickered. : A comedy that further cemented her status