Usual story (a businessman may risk the economic ruin if an associated of his own won't subscribe an important paper) which is really a pretext for seventy-four minutes of pornographic boredom, badly token, as if it was garbage into a provided container, by the Roman director Mario Bianchi (son of that artisan that was Roberto Montero). His flat and tired direction just makes grow the feeling of boredom that the inexpressive faces of the - usual known - actors plainly testify. You may spontaneously ask why someone should insist doing this kind of movies and if they might have returned some economical benefit to the investors; or if it's not just a simple excuse to make some buck without sweating.
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