This is one of the most boring movies I've ever voluntarily endured.
Set in Italy, it's the story of Angela (Donatella Finocchiaro), the wife of a drug czar, who helps with the family business. She runs the shoe shop which is the front for the real business, makes the drug drops and collects the cash.
Husband Saro (Mario Pupella) brings into the business a likely but unnecessarily violent young lad, Masino (Andrea di Stefano, who takes a load off Saro's shoulders and who, of course, starts an affair with Angela.
SPOILER FOLLOWS but go ahead, read it anyway. It'll save you having to watch the movie.
On it goes. Blah, blah, blah. They all get arrested, husband finds out about the affair, Angela and the young man are released but he 'disappears', and Angela is left working as a dressmaker and watching the local docks just in case her lover floats in on the evening tide.
The film is directed by Roberta Torre using a super-jerky handheld camera to give it a bit of cinema-verite appearance. It's supposed to be based on a true story. The only thing it proves is that minor members of the Mafia lead totally boring lives, just like the rest of us.
This is a good quality widescreen anamorphic transfer which shows no flaws of any kind other than those inherent in the film-making process. All such flaws can be laid at the feet of the writer/director Roberta Torre.
Colours are strong and tonal contrasts are excellent.
The English subtitles are clear and sharp. However, they're burnt-on, so can't be toggled off.
If you're a lover of truly, deeply bad cinema, then you must rush out and buy this one - renting it will not be punishment enough.