[UCI El Corte] (Tearz) I waited to see this film for 25 y e a r s!! Yup. '94. I was 10 this was shown in theaters and stayed on the bill for TWO y e a r s at Cinema Mundial. And now am a poet about to be published yet am more connected to Mario Ruoppolo than to Neruda. I think he did become a poet. He's not worthless. He's just not Neruda. Nothing wrong with that. Beatrices really fuck you up good. So I do get it </3
Let me embrace Massimo Troisi and thank him for this beauteous, sensuous, cerulean blue melancholy. I want to be in love like this painfully taciturn postman, and I wouldn't mind having the same tragic ending. Anyone who have "Burning Patience" by Antonio Skarmeta, please lend it to me.
I always found neo-realism strikingly (magical) poetic, contrasted by it's dark reality. This movie, although, is not poetic as much as it is about poetry and the dichotomy between the naturalistic calmness of our simple humanity and the pursuit of inspire and patriotism.
(...) Fast könnte man sich vorstellen, Mario wäre der Poet und Neurda der Postmann. Immerhin beweist Mario letztlich, wie Poesie auf Frauen wirkt, indem er seine Traumfrau Beatrice (Maria Grazia Cucinotta) neugierig macht. Der Film beruht auf einem Roman von Antonio Skarmeta. Ob der aber auf realen Fakten aufbaut, will ich im Grunde gar nicht wissen.