Post-70s Italian cinema seems to be littered with these gently elegant films that fail to really strike me both as unique films or with particularly powerful statements. This film was enjoyed but did not move me.
What radiates from the Taviani's films is their love of people. Their desire to tell real people's stories, filtered through a vision of something a little magic, makes their tales real gems. I found the multiple characters in this less satisfying then Kaos, where you stick with characters. But there's something of the fairytale in their work which I love. It brings to mind the films of Victor Erice & Carlos Saura