glad I'll be back after seeing Baar. I understand a bit 'of things: one of the most important hard and tasteless as the standard language, as authoritarian compared to the dialect, the language alive.
I also realized what a bombing on the civilian population that has only a hole in which to shelter. Not that I do not know, I was a child my mother's stories, repeated, but today I realized not like before: I I was there (the magic of cinema?).
I enjoyed the poetry of memories of a child, with the staging, with the irony and the smiles flowing ingenuity, the truth of the people ...
I found just the lack of female eyes. Because there is absolutely no trace of Dacia Maraini, bagheriota also, she who wrote to us about Bagheria - Guttuso I do not know, except that blessed octopus painting - before Mr. Tornatore he could think of to make it a film. Strange, these intellectuals is that the experience of a little girl could not add anything to that baby? Unfortunately, as often, the male point of view is passed off as the only universal, and is a point of view that puts us on the side of objects. Beautiful, but not individuals. Next day again!
the Beautiful setting, beautiful good and the Communists than once, beautiful film that I can understand and feel my own. What bliss!
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