Uno a me, uno a te e uno a Raffaele

A slow-burning, wryly observant satire of bureaucratic scheming that keeps you engaged with its tense power struggles and cynical wit.

A wry, off-kilter political comedy that drifts between deadpan satire and dreamlike detours, more amusing in texture than in plot.

A wry, bitter satire of a lone magistrate against a corrupt system, mixing courtroom tension with sharp social observation.

A long, essayistic drift through late-communist Budapest, mixing dry satire with documentary fragments that reward patience more than momentum.

A wry, fast-moving satire of bureaucratic arts funding where well-meaning incompetence and petty egos turn public money into cheerful chaos.

A dense, slow-burning political drama that feels like watching rot spread through institutions, rewarding patience with quiet menace.

A wry, patchwork tour of institutional rot, funny and sour by turns, held together by a roving interviewer's deadpan curiosity.

A slow-burning political drama that simmers with small-town corruption and cynical power games, keeping you engaged through its tense, talky confrontations.

A warm, wry look at bureaucratic absurdity and creative persistence, mixing gentle comedy with earnest frustration.

A dry, procedural plunge into backroom deals and council chambers, coldly fascinating as it traces how power quietly trades lives for profit.

A dry, talky satire that asks you to keep up with its bureaucratic scheming while it quietly skewers institutional greed.

A cool, controlled provocation that keeps you at a wary distance, watching art and politics collide with dry, uncomfortable wit.