reibureibu’s review published on Letterboxd:
A country torn between generations, the old one caught in the callous past that subjected them to war, famine, imprisonment, and more, and the new one that emerges from post-war boom. This new generation has dreams that would've been foreign to the old one, but their dreams are rooted in greed, in capitalistic schemes that prey upon the innocent.
The younger Italian ropes the older into journeying to Albania, and at first the older man is vacuous, empty-headed, and has no sense of identity. Who is he? What is his name? Where is his family? Can he even remember his age? But the longer they spend there the closer he gets to recalling his sense of self while the younger starts losing all confidence in his new-wave ideals. This is Albania, a land liberated from communism but left to languish in its absence and so its people seek migration to Italy. So the younger Italian who then enters here thus becomes lost here as well, an outsider who cannot speak the language and finds his nationality meaningless; he is just another itinerant soul who finds his money-making scheme meaningless. How can these people, without a stable economy, strong government, or even reliable running water afford his scams? Instead they take from him, and he is left aghast, despondent, realizing too late the true reality of those he wishes to exploit. A reality very much like the older Italian's history; perhaps that's why he regains himself here.
For those born into booms, dreams are often as grand as they want them to, but the grander the dream the more people it profits from. For those born into busts, dreams are simple, content, and as such more sustainable. This is Lamerica, Italy's rendition of the American Dream.