A wild and crazy comedy that feels like a Mel Brooks’ film, recklessly driven by the ironic and sumptuous Edwige Fenech
The sumptuous and ironic Edwige Fenech, behind the wheel of a yellow Fiat 124, fuels this wild and crazy ride of a film, which instead of a conventional plot prefers to entrust itself to a cascade of freefalling sketches. We are thrown headfirst into variety show sketches, physical slapstick comedy, irresistibly stupid gags, sexy voyeurism and stuntman acrobatics. And above all, into a blatant parody of Italian detective films, culminating in an insane chase scene along the streets of Rome, with a commentator who treats the whole thing as a sporting event and an intrusion onto the set of a spaghetti western. As critic Paolo Mereghetti noted, Mel Brooks lives just around the corner.
Taxi driver Marcella has a nose for investigations. She can finally put her intuition to good use by helping to capture drugs boss Adone Adonis, after a frantic chase along the streets of Rome.