Triggered by a stranger’s secret confession, Francesca returns to her childhood home in Italy to convince her ailing mother to follow her to New York. As daughter confronts mother, ghosts of Francesca’s youth return in a whirlwind of pain, memory and fulfilment.
We are thrilled to premiere Luca Guadagnino’s latest film: A collaboration between the Italian auteur and Pierpaolo Piccioli, creative director of Valentino. With a star-laden cast and score by Ryuichi Sakamoto, The Staggering Girl unfolds with the mysteriousness of a dream, sumptuous and elusive.
Here, the past seems more tangible than present, and by aligning and enmeshing their timelines, Guadagnino gestures towards the potential of cinema to turn the fabric of memory inside out and inspect its stitches.
i will watch this over² … there is something scary about the dimension of female existence … so this can be understood as "redress" (i looked up for "wiedergutmachung" and this one seems to fit well :) … remembering Moore in boogie nights - she also reminds me of my sister, McLaughlan of course … how we all are aging … how we all are … one …
oh my god!
It’s a way of describing one’s stream of consciousness. The visuals are satisfying as in CMBYN. The storylines could be more clear for each character if it would be a normal sized movie. Yet again I liked the uniqueness of the story.
Beautiful if enigmatic mid-length film from director Guadagnino that showcases the fashion of Valentino and a moving score from Sakamoto. Interesting cast lead us on a short journey from New York to Italy where a woman haunted by her memories confronts her visually impaired painter mother to move away from her home/studio. The film thrives on mystery and playful visuals including the Allen inspired opening credits.
A 37-minute long commercial. There's occasional acting between the placement of products (mostly, garment for the one percent) but it's hard to care for any of these characters. The whole package is insufferable and asinine. I'd take Tom Ford over Luca Guadagnino any given day. At least, A Single Man had pathos. And a killer soundtrack. This has... what, exactly? A purse? A suitcase?