Love doesn’t have to be pretty, nor does it have to be kind. It can be noxious and grotesque, like the love of Anna Magnani’s maternal monster for her little girl . . . Her lousy husband isn’t thrilled, nor are the studio’s employees, but she overwhelms them all with sheer willpower. She bawls, wheedles, sobs, and despairs. It’s a bruising tragicomedy, much too horrible not to watch.
November 06, 2017