Respiro (2002) from Johnny Web (Uncle Scoopy; Greg Wroblewski) |
The Italian language film, Respiro, is a touch of magical realism, Sicilian
style, based upon an old local legend: The legend: |
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A small-minded and insulated island community ostracized a free-spirited young mother, because they were unable to relate to her mood swings and unfettered behavior. Many thought she was insane. She disappeared one day, leaving no clue, no note, no trace except her clothing abandoned on the beach. The townspeople felt guilty for causing her to commit suicide in the sea, but their prayers brought her back to life, whereupon she resumed normal life with her family. The film's interpretation: The Sicilian wife (Valeria Golino) was subject to severe mood swings and fits which could only be controlled through medication. She refused to follow everyone else's rules. She freed all the wild dogs, she swam topless in view of the local fishermen, and she had a very strange, pseudo-incestuous relationship with her oldest son. The townspeople, especially her mother-in-law, felt that she should be sent to Milan for treatment of her mental condition. Golino didn't much care for that whole Milan plan, so she conspired with her oldest son to fake her own disappearance. The townspeople then mourned her as dead, realized what they had lost, and talked about her as if she were a Saint. How did the film end? I won't tell you. I probably should pretend that I am deliberately holding back to avoid a spoiler, but in reality, I don't know what the hell happened. The magic and the realism got intertwined, and then the credits started rolling. |
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It's a film for the turtle neck crowd, thus too arty and subtle for me. There is very little dialogue. The characters speak in single, simple sentences or even just grunts, and the people in this film slap each other more often than the skipper bopped Gilligan with his hat. Literary types will find foreshadowing and lots of symbolism in the fate of trapped animals on the island, symbolizing Golino's own feeling of entrapment in the provincial fishing village. I found it more soporific than a Hugh Hudson film festival. |
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