i have really bad luck when it comes to italian cinema, i hated many italian films that was recommended by friends, thank god for filmmakers such argento and de sica and fellini to help me belive that it's not about the nationality and not to be cinema racist.
Sure, a child in a Nazi concentration camp is an intrinsically tragic story. Sure, a father fighting to protect his child's innocence in the midst of horror is a deeply touching idea. But when the execution of that story and idea are this tacky, this crass, this cheap? It's more insulting than inspiring. Badly directed, acted, written, and conceived, this cringey failure gets a D.
"Giosué Orefice: This is my story. This is the sacrifice my father made. This was his gift to me." "Guido: You are such a good boy. You sleep now. Dream sweet dreams. Maybe we are both dreaming. Maybe this is all a dream, and in the morning, Mommy will wake us up with milk and cookies. Then, after we eat, I will make love to her two or three times. If I can."