Poco mossi gli altri mari

In the Emilian plain, there is a family that decides to stay together. They divide and re-divide the rooms, they furnish attics, to make room for brothers-in-law, grandparents, girlfriends, lovers, great-aunts. Even great-grandparents and great-great-grandparents, because no one dies in their communist apartment anymore. Ancient dialects and modern vulgarities resonate in the kitchen when they prepare lasagne for an endless table. Theirs is a time like an accordion: some stop aging while others age a lot, a journey can last months for those who leave and minutes for those who stay. When God suddenly dies, lamentations and blasphemies rise up to the sky. Nobody wants to eat anymore, so they get a pig as a pet. A park full of whispers, where children grow up wild, surrounds them and everything disappears in a vortex. A dystopia of nostalgia in Emilia-Romagna.