The man with the magic box is an extravagant and imperfect work, capable of weaving a myriad of ideas in the course of its incessant narration that are not always developed properly.

The reference points in the cinematographic field certainly remain one of the cornerstones of the trend such as the monumental Brazil (1985) by Terry Gilliam and in general the murky and creeping atmospheres of the compatriot Roman Polanski, but it is also possible to find camera movements à la Gaspar Noé.

If the Men in Black franchise is already mentioned in the dialogues in the prologue, the homage to David Fincher's Fight Club (1999) in a particular copy-paste scene is equally shameless. And then again Linea Mortale (1990) and temporal connections in the wake of what we saw, more recently, in the surprising L'immensità della notte (2019).

Too many references to cinema and literature denature the originality.

Certainly appreciable work, especially for lovers of the vein, which however falls under the weight of unexpressed ambitions.