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365 dni: A review

 Tiktok was raving about this movie and the fomo got to me. The snippets looked compelling I just had to witness the full thing. I soon discovered that the movie is basically a thinly veiled porno. Less than twenty minutes in and some lady is choking on a penis.

The story is basically about a mafia boss who almost died at some point, in that moment he saw the face of a woman and when he recovered the woman still lingered in his mind. He sought her out and finally finds her five years later when she visits Sicily on Holiday. The girl is Polish. Massimo, the mafia boss, kidnaps this woman and gives her 365 days to fall in love with him. He promises not to touch her unless it is what she wants. 

I think the story was ok. They just failed to help it along. They just rushed through some things that could have intensified the movie. For example, I think Laura could have put up a more rigorous struggle. Because it seemed as if she was too comfortable and content for a kidnap victim. She literally threw herself at her kidnapper in such a short space of time.

 It's just that I did not read the book. Because it could be that the filmmakers failed to put across the struggle. I thought the gelato scene was embarrassing. In fact, I spent most of that movie embarrassed for Laura, throwing herself at Massimo like that. I also felt like they could have done more to portray Massimo's ruthlessness. Then it'd have made more sense when he asked Laura to teach him how to be gentle. 

Another thing was the use of English. The actors struggled with it. It made the film a little tacky.However the aesthetics were good and the music selection wasn't bad either. Michele Morrone, the guy who plays Massimo, sang two of the songs on the movie playlist. Talk about multi-talented. 

  


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