Country scenes, town scenes, city scenes (Rome, Florence, Venice), tiny locals laboring, tiny revelers performing, tiny tourists gawking; clusters of buildings with steep red tile roofs and striated stone walls . . . and in these assorted environs, a familar image here and there: the Babe in the Manger, Pinocchio, the Last Supper, the Three Little Pigs, John the Baptist, Cinderella, the Crucifixion. This particular intermix of curiosa in an already foreign setting seems not only pointless but triflingly capricious--and an utter waste of a lot of talent.