Director René Ferretti quits the bad TV fiction he’s been making for years and attempts the big leap: an auteur film, for the cinema.
In short, artistic freedom after a career subservient to television conservatism. But the world of cinema, with its snobbery, can be even worse than that of TV. Especially for Ferretti’s crew, who are, to say the least, alien to Art with a capital “A.” Among snobby filmmakers, neurotic actresses, trendy screenwriters, heroin addicts, sharks, and various improvisers, BORIS – THE FILM exposes a world, that of Italian cinema, which aspires to a new youth but instead experiences only perennial immaturity.
