“Hey kids, let’s put on a show!” Mickey Rooney’s habitual clarion call to Judy Garland, the starting gun for so many toe-tapping, feel-good Saturday afternoon musicals when both were child stars in the 1930s, has bounced down the years and spread across continents, because who does not love a jolly film about kids putting on a show?
Toe-tapping has gone by the wayside by 2008 in the Tuscan city of Grosseto; the music of choice in Niccolo Falsetti’s Venice Film Festival Critics’ Week entry Margins is optimistically described as “street punk” by the fans and just “very loud” by their long-suffering neighbors.
Never mind: essentially, the song remains the same.Grosseto is the kind of town nobody visits. The kids — not that any of them is still a kid — are Edo, Miche and Iacopo, hardcore devotees with a handful of songs they play in a friend’s isolated barn.
Their band is called Wait for Nothing, which suggests they got the name out of an unusually accurate fortune cookie. What they really, really want is to play a proper concert.
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