Francesco Alessandro Cogliati
Editor
A son loves his mother, because her hands were the first to welcome him. At her funeral, he steals the hearse and drives away. During the journey, the boy reminds the last weekend they spent together. Agnese takes care but doesn’t love, she’s lost in her thoughts and doesn’t let anyone get closer, not even Giulio. Two days to understand each other, two days to love each other, and to leave in the end.
Producer
A son loves his mother, because her hands were the first to welcome him. At her funeral, he steals the hearse and drives away. During the journey, the boy reminds the last weekend they spent together. Agnese takes care but doesn’t love, she’s lost in her thoughts and doesn’t let anyone get closer, not even Giulio. Two days to understand each other, two days to love each other, and to leave in the end.
Writer
A son loves his mother, because her hands were the first to welcome him. At her funeral, he steals the hearse and drives away. During the journey, the boy reminds the last weekend they spent together. Agnese takes care but doesn’t love, she’s lost in her thoughts and doesn’t let anyone get closer, not even Giulio. Two days to understand each other, two days to love each other, and to leave in the end.
Director
A son loves his mother, because her hands were the first to welcome him. At her funeral, he steals the hearse and drives away. During the journey, the boy reminds the last weekend they spent together. Agnese takes care but doesn’t love, she’s lost in her thoughts and doesn’t let anyone get closer, not even Giulio. Two days to understand each other, two days to love each other, and to leave in the end.
Executive Producer
An anxious young man struggles to accept his vulnerabilities whilst on holiday in an upper-class summer residence in Sardinia with his overtly masculine family.
