There are many movies I haven't seen. To give you an idea of the magnitude of the tragedy, I didn't see Dirty Dancing until lockdown (what a marvel) or, as incredible as it may seem, Pretty Woman. For someone born in 1990, turning thirty and never having seen Pretty Woman is like saying you've never heard La Bomba, or like having crossed the square with firm steps in the middle of a water fight and having your clothes completely dry. Well, it's possible. Pretty Woman! I like the triangle it draws with the universal Cinderella plot and how Nights of Cabiria (Fellini, 1957) is its dark, fatal, bitter version. And yet, with an ending that illuminates the spirit with the force of a thousand suns.