Moretti leads us on a three-part tour of contemporary Italy – and the inside of his quirky, sardonic head. In ““On My Vespa,’’ he tools around summertime Rome, where he bumps into his ““Flashdance’’ idol Jennifer Beals, offers a hilarious sendup of film critics and pays homage to the late film director Pasolini. In ““Islands,’’ he and his intellectual pal Gerardo – a TV hater who becomes addicted to soap operas – travel from island to island in search of a good place to work. They are woefully unsuccessful, but the trip yields wonderful satirical treasures, such as the island of doting parents where the indulged children have taken complete control. The comic odysseys of the first two parts are cast in a new, graver light in ““Doctors,’’ a mordant critique of the medical profession, in which Moretti’s search for a cure for his itch leads to an encounter with his mortality. The winner of the best- director award at Cannes, the droll and wise ““Dear Diary’’ suggests, in its unassuming, conversational way, a whole new way to make a movie.
