Itâs a film about flanerie and death. After watching it, youâll understand why life is much more vibrant with a touch of sprezzatura. Jep, the penultimate flaneur, constantly refers to Flaubert and the concept of nothingness, which reads like an poignant analysis of our times. In the press notes, Sorrentino discusses his collaboration with screenwriter Umberto Contarello and how he views Rome as a superior kind of tourist attraction, even though he has made it his home. Rome, like New York, is a city âeternalâ in its attractions and mysteries, seductive, yet empty. My favorite piece of dialogue comes from a scene on a rooftop after a night of partying, waxing poetic about the merits of socialism, morality, and pasta al dente.âYou know, all this boastful talk, all this serious ostentatiousness, ego, ego, ego ⌠These harsh damning judgements of yours hide a certain fragility, a feeling of inadequacy, and above all, a series of untruths âŚInstead of acting superior and treating us with contempt, you should look at us with affection. Weâre all on the brink of despair, all we can do is look each other in the face, keep each other company, joke a little ⌠Donât you agree?â