Giancarlo Giannini is part Chaplin, part Harold Lloyd in this black farce about a little man who desires to become famous in the worst way and does exactly that. Biagio Solise is a window washer who spends his days elated, looking down on tutti Milano from his skyscraper scaffold, and his nights depressed by the blare of crime and sex that passes for glamour in the magazines and on t.v....and that excludes him. When a diva is murdered at La Scala, where Solise moonlights as a crowd extra, he triumphantly claims the blame. While happily entertaining the dogs of publicity, he proceeds to leave a trail for the police establishing his guilt while at the same time securing a supposedly foolproof alibi to produce in the courtroom. It is a fine twist on the classic problem of film noir--"they won't believe me"--but in the framework of the anti-comedy, it is not surprising that this Italian Rupert Pupkin, robbed of his personality by the media, proves himself no genius.