"We don’t know anything"

Well, the New Yorker's Anthony Lane sure digs the film adaptation of Gomorrah.

"The movie ends on a beach, every bit as haunting as those deserted strands unveiled by Antonioni in 'The Girlfriends' and 'Beyond the Clouds.' We could, in short, be watching the loveliest of art-house films, were it not for the dead bodies being scooped off the sand by a digger."



Illustration by Frank Stockton