Complete and utter shit! Didn't buy her as a director. And the shift between the mother dying and the filmmaking scenes did not work one bit. John Turturro was clearly given free rein to overact, playing a caricature of a Hollywood actor - he brought the film some levity and humour but he was too stark of a contrast to the rest of the movie. And visually the movie it looked like a TV-movie. Fuck you, Nanni Moretti!
I shall reiterate the point made by another reviewer on some superbly modulated oneiric sequences (most notable in the cinema queue), which are part of a tender, pragmatic, funereal at points, melancholic film about filmmaking, ageing, exposure, death. Moretti makes, I guess, a strong autobiographical confession and even if he includes some occasionally clumsy pyrotechnics by Turturro he engages and moves. Very good.
I don't remember seeing many films where the balance between comedy and tragedy was dealt with this well. On the surface this is chaotic, but the internal machinery of the composition works superbly. On a personal note: it's very rare that films manage to hit me emotionally like this did.
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A thoughtful chamber piece that engages whilst you're there, but doesn't tend to linger in the mind afterwards with notions of reality a little too heavily made. The compromises of family life are however sensitively captured although Torturro's semi-light relief is a distraction from the more pressing familial concerns.
A film of great sensitivity and understanding of the nuances that amount to suffering. Moretti likes to overstate the intention of the mundane, which builds, little by little, to an unfathomable sense of cleansing. Mia Madre is not the Italian filmmaker’s best film but it is one of his most introspective.