In today's New York Times there is a review of the Italian film, "Gomorrah," an interweaving of five stories whose "golden thread" is the brutality and desperation that accompany the myriad activities of the Neapolitan criminal network known as the Camorra.Manohla Dargis writes:

Death has seeped into the earth here, a truism that informs every life in the film, which was adapted from the 2006 best-selling expos of the same title by the Italian journalist Roberto Saviano. (He shares screenwriting credit with Mr. Garrone and four others.) In his book, Mr. Saviano, who grew up right outside of Naples, takes a passionately personal approach to his material, inserting himself into the narrative and deploying vivid, self-conscious language. (Shipping containers are not just emptied, theyre disemboweled.) Though you feel his presence engraved in every image, Mr. Garrones handling of the same material is cooler, emotionally detached, as if he were conducting an ethnographic study, a tactic that keeps the story from boiling over into melodrama.

I found the film depressing and riveting in equal measure. And, though, I am no film-maven, I would recommend it both for its artistry and its "revelatory" impact. But I think a better name for the film -- and the experience it generates -- would be "Inferno."