Around Giuliano’s spectral form, Rosi assembles a methodical welter of interrogations, flashbacks and reconstructions, dossier pages scattered across the lumpy, stark landscape. From a Roman reporter to a recruited shepherd to a treacherous comrade, the perspective is continuously slippery, obscured, purposely incomplete. The political and personal forces at play are raw, the scrutiny is analytical.
Fernando F. Croce
January 26, 2015