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The greatest contemporary Italian rock band is not Manneskin but Verdena, a trio of boys from the province of Bergamo in love with Melvins and Nirvana since 1999, an anomaly that this obscene documentary certainly does not enhance, but rather debases and trivializes in a flood of clichés and superficiality, as well as terrible direction, direction of photography and writing (if there ever was any). It is not unfiltered spontaneity that is shown, but only involuntarily stereotyped provincial squalor, very good for detractors and haters. In the fifty unbearable minutes of duration the music is only a hint, more than anything debased: the art of Verdena is trivialized, the three emerge as three strangely brilliant superficial imbeciles, even if the genius is only remembered by those who are their admirers, precisely because it is absent here. Transfigured only in ignorant bizarreness. A neophyte looks at this annoyed and bored mess, amazed by his smallness. Incredible to be able to put together the worst music documentary I've ever seen on the best and most original Italian rock band I've ever had the pleasure of listening to over and over again: only in Italy could it happen that a band could give its approval to be represented in this squalid way, in a riot of unparalleled masochistic naivete. If you love Verdena, forget it. If you want to know Verdena, listen to their albums and avoid this massacre like the plague.