Riga-tony, starring James Gandolfini's son, was pleasing both to my heart and my eyes (and my belly, but more on that later)
As a self-proclaimed movie buff, my style of reviewing differs from Joshua.
Josh, a professional, will watch a film and see things that average folks miss. Foreign Color scale, Reverse Camera angles, Continuity theories, and Subconscious Product Placement.
I, on the other hand, watch movies simply for pleasure. How does this movie make me feel in my heart? How does it feel to my eyes? These are just a few of the questions I ask myself during each and every viewing.
The film opens with your classic Mafia-Italian stereotype. 20 people sitting around a table, all wearing zoot suits, all eating bowls of spaghetti. The violence escalates quickly due to circumstances that I won't mention because they contain multiple spoilers.
The entire film is a rollercoaster of emotions: Joy, sadness, fright (to be scared), arousal and hunger. Nearly every scene featured a shot of pasta somewhere in the frame (and yes I did spot the fettuccine during Big Marcos dance number).
All in all, Riga-tony was amazing. I give it a solid 4 brains out of 5. James Gandolfini's son stole the show and I can't wait to see him in future Italian productions.