It's a fantastic story starting from the words of Jean Cocteau: "Cinema is death working on the actor". A young man with an unknown job rents a house where an actor lived. The actor has killed himself and has left a lot of scene tools and pictures of famous actors; little by little the atmosphere of the house and the mystery of the woman who lives in the opposite building infect the young man. It's a strange sickness. It's the magic of cinema.
Review of La morte al lavoro
