let petri alone, fer crissake!
the gentleman from venice obviously has never seen a petri movie (aside from "todo modo", that is) and has never had the opportunity to meet, face to face, petri's taste for the grotesque, or be exposed to gian maria volonte's performing skills. what a pity!
actually, as much as i have enjoyed sorrentino's film, i wonder much on his intentions: if he wanted to wave a eulogy for the ancient italian senator, he's been quite successful. his "giulio" comes out as an almost divine figure in the post-tangentopoli italian political arena (especially, in today's italian politics). corrupt? only insofar as power corrupts (but his old saying about this was: power corrupts those who don't have it). he is grandiose, in this portrayal; he's above all human imperfections (save for his headaches) and the recurring image of the bubbling aspirine stresses metaphorically his aloofness from human weaknesses.
artistically, a very good movie. politically, no.