Unfunny. Tedious. Forced. Trying to make some statements on filmmaking and social issues of the 70s, which it succeeded doing a few time, though without making me ever laugh. This was the first 3 comedies by Moretti being shown this week- based on this one, I wont bother with the others
Very funny, very pleasant, has a lot of distance, self-irony, integrity and consequence and a prophetic scene, where two rival directors participate in "Japanese variety show" to promote their snobby-but-commercial films (a family comedy about Freud impostor and 1968 musical).
A film about filmmaking and reflection on the role of cinema, the audience, function and influence of film critics, politics and probably a bit about ego and creativity. The film has a surreal, dreamy feel and that creates interesting atmosphere, there's humour too, but it didn't work for me most of the time - there are a couple of good moments though.. I'd give it a try, it's a quite unique experience.
Moretti followed up the success of 'Ecce Bombo' with this navel gazing and fully realized slice of eccentricity and surrealistic wanderings. Moretti plays Michelle a self obsessed filmmaker given to self delusion and immature imaginings equally. The film is often very humorous yet endearingly dramatic in turn. The earliest glimpse of Moretti's brilliance.
4.5 - People compare Moretti to Woody Allen, but I think he's more like Vincent Gallo... I like dialogue heavy films, so that wasn't as issue. This feels more fully realised than the other 'Michele' films before it, being an ark for Moretti's insecurities and regrets. Is it all a bad dream? Is it existential? Is he having us on?
It probably helps to have a prior familiarity with Moretti's work but if you do, this is an irresistible delight. Boundless energy, some choice gags and an admirable tendency to send up the pomposity of much political filmmaking (including his own). Very enjoyable stuff.
Talvez não seja o butter naan do Nanni - talvez dos que vi dele essa categoria esteja no "palombella rossa" -, mas há aqui mau feitio suficiente para fazer um filme, e ainda sobra para parafrasear a história do cinema enquanto se assume (é possível que o histrionismo seja demasiado) a plenos pulmões que se é um monstro.
You might think at first that this film being itself a commentary on films won't work for 100 minutes. But Moretti's imagination grows and grows in a funny and generious delirium about his next film, his love for cinema (and of course his hatred for cheap TV). And that's often how good comedy works, when it's clever and way over the top. Hard to tell if i prefer Moretti as a writer or an actor, they are both great.
Watched this because of 'The Son's Room'. Wildly unpleasant, he can't get out of his own head. It's one thing to complain about the state of moviemaking, and it's another thing to actually do something about it. This doesn't help, and you should never beat up your mother, even if it is fictional.