La spirale della morte

Summary

A spectral Ferris wheel spins in the abandoned outskirts of an Umbrian hill-town, each creak of its rusted carriages exhaling a different decade of guilt; around this archaic contraption the film’s protagonists—aging strong-man Alfredo, ex-trapeze beauty Linda, and the mute orphan Mimi—chase a rumour that the wheel’s revolution reverses, for one midnight only, the flow of mortality. But every push they give the spokes only tightens the gyre of retribution: faces from forgotten newsreels appear in the spokes, flickering between erotic daydream and sepia crime-scene, until the distinction between who is hunter, who is hunted, erodes like nitrate in a projector’s gate. The scenario folds chronology like damp origami—1913 Bologna slides into 1943 bombardment, then snaps to a 1970s variety-show green-room—so that history itself becomes a Möbius strip of unpaid debts. In the penultimate reel the wheel finally reverses; the dead do not rise intact but emerge as stuttering silhouettes, half-exposed like double-printed frames, begging the living to finish the stories they were denied. The last image—an iris shot closing on a child’s marble, glinting cobalt amid ashes—implies the spiral was never mechanical, only the eye of an audience that refuses to blink.

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