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Nanny Moretti's casual work is full of intellectual yuppie, ironic, profound, lighthearted, and witty. In a sense, the boundaries between feature films and documentaries are blurred.

The first paragraph: Riding the streets of Rome, walking and stopping, casually, standing and watching, suddenly chatting with passers-by, unexpected encounters, constant inner narration, everything seems to be an accident in life. The bridge that makes me feel uncomfortable if I don't cross it twice a day, "I believe in human beings, but I don't believe in most people, and only get along with a few people." Like a mentally retarded person wearing sunglasses and a helmet to watch the crowd dance, and then with a confused face Passerby A expresses his thoughts.... I met Jennifer Beales, the heroine of "Lightning Dance" on the street, and then chatted about his views on Beales shoes. Misunderstood and embarrassing...he read "Portrait of a Killer" in the cinema and humiliated him by reading the film review at the bedside of the film critic who was full of praise for the film...The camera follows the little boy he drives The motorbike to the spot where Pasolini died, the road twists and turns, and this is the heaviest place.

The second paragraph: Moretti came to an island to visit her friend Sherado who was keen on studying the novel "Ulysses". But this friend was obsessed with watching TV, and was fascinated by TV, and even asked Moretti to help him ask foreign tourists about the progress of the TV series when he visited the crater... In the end, the friend heard about the island There was no TV or even electricity, so he frantically fled on the departing ship. A scholar who studies "Ulysses" has become one-sided in this age of voyeurism that entertains to death, becoming a psycho-opium addict. Moretti moved from the gaze of the street to the gaze of the people.

Paragraph 3: Moretti had symptoms of itchy skin. He saw several different doctors, and each doctor prescribed different medicines, but none of them helped the condition. Afterwards, he saw a Chinese medicine doctor and was asked if he had excessive sexual intercourse. Then he underwent Chinese medicine treatment, but it was still ineffective. After the filming, he was even diagnosed with lung cancer, but this was still a farce. In the end, Moretti came up with a way to keep fit in front of the camera: drink a glass of water after getting up every day. Then he slowly drank a glass of water in front of the camera.... From the perspective of an ordinary person, Moretti carried out the profession of a doctor with a high threshold, authoritative and assertive, as gentle as a sheep. The joke: I don't know anything, you can do anything...