It's one of the classics (along "Zappatore") of the sceneggiata genre. It's campy, it's gross, it's set in a reality that doesn't exist anymore. The good speak neapolitan, the evil italian. But when Mario Merola starts to sing it's hard to not feel, at least a bit, moved.
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