The objective achieved with "Le Stagioni" transmuted in a day and in a dramaturgical application with actors and senses confined to an academic demonstrative scenario, Poetry off, brightness and some ethnographic folklore, arguable in its figuration, in favor of a "cinema of beauty" that basically clarifies that from the passage of his initial essay to this "maturity gesture", a lot of amazement was lost .
An absolute masterpiece. It is a pity indeed that Franco Piavoli's films have not received the deserved attention and recognition. For me this film along with 'Voci nel Tempo' is an astonishing achievement. Such purity of the cinematic expression, it is all so simple yet so infinite. This is as close as it gets to brining film close to life itself. No interpretation, no statements, no judgement...just the poetic gaze