Perhaps my sense of humour was dehydrated during the viewing of Uccellacci e uccellini, but the jokes fell flat in my case. I couldn’t bring myself to laugh at Toto’s & Ninetto’s funny faces. But the movie had its moments: the monk speaking hawks and sparrows, the touching scene at the poor family’s home, the people crying over a dead communist leader. And definitely the brief yet memorable scene with Femi Benussi.
The kind of movie I used to see in the 70's with friends and talk about in front of pizzas and bottle of beers. We didn't quite understand everything but every one of us had something to say about the film. Nice poetic political tale. Recommended to film club fans and nostalgic ones.
Pasolini equally ridicules and adores his neo-realist predecessors in this philosophic take on Post-WWII Italy. Surrealist notions mix with Marxian philosophy (in form of an anthropomorphic raven) in this beautifully shot black-and-white film that film never loses its light-heartedness.