Patrician self-aggrandisement. Further research is required to deduce whether any other works in Moretti's portfolio rise above this mediocre offering. Maybe the 2001 Palme d'Or for this film was an acknowledgement of his previous efforts. 'The Son's Room', minus the context of Moretti's oeuvre, is unconvincing.
This might seem callous, but the film would've been much improved if the death had happened on-screen. Not for the shock value; quite the contrary, death can be as banal as life. But removing it from our (and the family's) sight turns the film into the Italian equivalent of an ABC Afterschool Special. A vignette of the day Andrea met Arianna might've also added weight to the post-mortem. Too much story is hidden.
A quiet movie about guilt and grief. Not much new here, though I liked the use of the son's red sweatshirt as the symbol of happiness and life. The shot of the coffin being soldered shut was an excellent image of the finality of physical death. Unfortunately, our brains don't do so well when they try to process that finality.
The filmmaking is fine, the music is fine, the acting is fine. But nothing about this movie really stands out as special which is why I give it three stars. As a father, there were moments I approached tears, but only because of imagining myself in the characters' position of losing a child rather than being moved by the emotion induced by the film.
Sudden death. Accident. The loss of a child. A very problematic issue is touched here. How can a family -a father, a mother, a sister - 'handle' this?. Self-reproaches, blames, fears, tears, pain.. But somehow the movie lacks the proper implementation and the convincing element. If I may say so.