love so they tell me, love so i hear, love waves the trumpets and butters the trees, but love will come tooting only if free, and only to me. ladilala the hydrant chatted, humdididum the milk pail said

Versatemi dell’acqua sulle mani! Datemi da mangiare della neve. Toglietemi il manto. Presto, presto, toglietemi il manto! No, no, lasciatelo. È la corona che mi opprime, la corona di rose. Come se questi fiori fossero di fuoco. Mi hanno bruciato la fronte. Ah! ecco, così respiro. Come sono rossi questi petali! Sembrano macchie di sangue sulla tovaglia. Ma non vuol dire nulla. Non bisogna cercare simboli in tutto ciò che si vede. La vita diventerebbe impossibile. Sarebbe più bello dire che le macchie di sangue sono belle come petali di rose. E' più bello cosí. Cosí è più bello..…

Wipe your hand across your mouth, and laugh; The worlds revolve like ancient women gathering fuel in vacant lots.

A courageous work of art that is bound to be modern and challenging for eternity. Baroque with its exquisite images, audacious with its remarks on religion and human pathology, and anarchic with its clamorous laugh in the face of spent traditions, cinematic or otherwise. My new favorite Italian film.

"I have tried to avoid making a documentary about the exotic, or about traveling. There is an immense difference between cinema-veritè and my documentaries. India Matri Bhumi was a choice. It's an attempt at being as honest as possible, but with a very precise discernment. Or, at least, if there isn't discernment, with a very precise love." - Roberto Rossellini on India: Matri Bhumi

Pure bliss :).

This great early work deserves a more thoughtfully chosen still. The image up there is a poor representation of the events in the film. I will do my damnedest to get the Mubi team to replace the screaming mug with Nadia Sibirskaia's beautiful face.

Cinema cruises through space and time in a black Ambassador, delta blues on the radio and the windows halfway rolled down

Some of the most beautiful moments in Fellini's career. The oddities, the melancholy and the great magical show.. All the quintessential elements from the man's cinema are here, packaged wonderfully, in a documentary/fantasy that felt to me like his most autobiographic film. And I just loved the inclusion of Little Nemo, Fellini's childhood hero.. I'm glad he found the dream to put him in :).

A fun little collective film, but the piece directed by Salce starring a very appealing Monica Vitti stands out as perhaps the sexiest thing I've ever seen.

A great write up on Pollet: http://www.villagevoice.com/2008-10-29/film/anthology-rediscovers-nouvelle-vague-contemporary-jean-daniel-pollet/

It may disappoint some to not see much of the struggle of the Romany here; not enough raw and brutal truth, misery, rejection, and other various problems. But what is shown here is not fiction! But simply some aspects of Romany culture still alive in some of their circles; language, community, and music; things the hyper civilized world has not yet been able to take away from them. I applaud Gatlif for focusing on that. An intoxicating and moving work. Highly recommended.

Se ti inoltrerai lungo le calate dei vecchi moli in quell'aria spessa carica di sale gonfia di odori, lì ci troverai i ladri gli assassini e il tipo strano, quello che ha venduto per tremila lire sua madre a un nano. Se tu penserai, se giudicherai da buon borghese, li condannerai a cinquemila anni più le spese, ma se capirai, se li cercherai fino in fondo, se non sono gigli son pur sempre figli vittime di questo mondo. ~ Fabrizio De Andrè, La Città Vecchia

The kind of film you can't really say anything about. You just tell your friends "trust me, watch it", and then you put it in permanent storage somewhere in your mind.

A wonderful little documentary accompanied by some delicious ragas and great narration. An excellent way to spend 20 minutes. Watch this!

An exaggeration of stereotypes, in the least charming way possible.

Godard's episode, "Dans le noir du temps" : http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=h70BW5flKJ4

"..and they will walk towards the Creator with song, and indestructible joy on their faces."

!! I can't believe I just came around to this. What a beauty! Spontaneous unadulterated feminine energy. I actually didn't know who made the film until now, but now that I know that it was made by a woman, it actually adds quite a bit to the whole experience. Makes me wonder if there isn't something of these two girls in Rivette's Celine and Julie..

Every American knows the desolation of the outskirts of Portland, OR. It is part of every American city. But few know the great nature, the true and overwhelming beauty of America's backyard, a place everyone should escape to more often to reconnect the soul to all earthly things. But even the most breath taking mountain ranges will not heal us if we carry the strife against ourselves in our backpacks..

Never have I seen the moment of an instantly shattered dream with such untreated reality as when Livia hears the prostitute call out "Franz! Ohh! Franz!". An incredibly effective use of sound.

What beautiful things she left behind. RIP pretty lady.

My kind of film. Fun and incredibly sad. The narrative is intimate, felt and balanced; the photography is elegant but never cumbersome; and the supporting cast does a beautiful job, which thanks to Pietrangeli's direction never steals the attention from Sandrelli, who is at the height of her talents in this film. Highly recommended to Antonioni fans, and soundtrack lovers! 5 stars more than well deserved for this one

It's a great thing to see one of the world's best directors move around different genres with the genius of a Howard Hawks, but with elements that could only be extracted from his own country. The Elephant God and The Golden Fortress are top class investigation films; this one more humorous and attractively shot around the beautiful architecture of Varanasi.

Unlike the other chapters of Phantom India, Malle seems unable to collect and vocalize his thoughts in front of this huge unpredictable city; only occasionally making some essential commentary, but for the most part letting the city speak for itself. It seems that walking through this dizzyingly diverse Calcutta of '68 for a day, you could experience beauty, wonder, shock, some pretty brutal and hard stuff.. a bit of everything; and I just have to reiterate my appreciation for Malle never once pretending to understand any of it.

"The most dazzling possibilities enfold us. We are infused and invested with powers and energies heretofore undreamed of. The heroic work of our forerunners seems now like the work of sacrificial victims. It is not necessary to repeat their sacrifices. It is for us to enjoy the fruits. The past lies in ruins, the future yawns invitingly."- Henry Miller

Great laughs blend easily with Risi's compassion for his subjects, Bruno and Roberto, who although opposites, connect to each other because of their loneliness. Mature, felt, and hilarious. A comedy masterpiece.

Few comedy directors have been able to look into the inner suffering of their characters with the great lightness of Risi. A gift to cinema.

What a surprise from this little known Renoir film! You can almost smell the sea and the grass. Dynamic like a Brassens song, and sweet like a country poem. 5/5

A vibrant and gracious expression of male youth, done as a mocumentary studying the life of Omar; a young man with the misconception of being a ladies man. Beautifully acted, attractively photographed and smartly structured. The perfect Mediterranean response to the Czech/Soviet bloc new wave. You can watch this blissful beauty with French subs, in both its 70 and 90 min versions here: http://www.youtube.com/user/mabroukali#p/search/1/gYzIBT-rDIU