Great concert last night in Ferrara of the pair of musicians from Mali, Amadou & Mariam , which inflamed the square. Waiting to open the Super Blur concert in Hyde Park and we will make the opener for the American dates of Coldplay, have come to us for the only Italian date. 
In questi giorni ho visto il film "Settimo Cielo" di Andreas Dresen.
Inge (Ursula Werner) è una donna che ha superato i sessant’anni, sposata da trenta con Werner (Horst Rehberg) e innamorata di suo marito. Ma quando incontra il settantaseienne Karl (Horst Westphal) è subito passione. Ritrova gli sguardi d’intesa, l’attrazione fisica, una vita sessuale ormai dimenticata. Improvvisamente si sente di nuovo giovane.
E' un film che da molta importanza al corpo, mostrandocelo senza reticenze e non nascondendo i segni dell'età. Ed è veramente straniante all'inizio del film fare i conti con un iconografia così poco mostrata: corpi imperfetti e vecchi che goffamente fanno sesso. Per gli anziani coniugi protagonisti il corpo dell’altro è rimasto lontano, e per di più nel contatto abitudinario degli anni ha perso l’aura di mistero. Memorabile la scena in cui lei aiuta il marito stanco e provato a fare dei simple fitness exercises.
Furthermore, our company, we will hammer the message that love has to give, there must always be complete, total. We are never "shown" that the course of a relationship (especially sexual point of view) would be fatally downhill. There is never taught that love is also, and above all, sacrifice. If you are a man with a beard, automatically waives all men without beards. If you are a quiet and thoughtful man, surrenders to the experience of being with a man loud and impulsive. It 's a liar who tells you that you love everything, because you love what you take away from. But our society is no longer the waivers. Urges us to have tutto, proprio come suggerisce la figlia alla protagonista: goditi la storia extraconiugale.
Ed un certo momento la protagonista non ha più voglia di combattere la guerra con se stessa, con la società, con le sue rinnovate pulsioni. Decide di arrendersi al destino. E quindi guardando con il marito il telegioranle che parla della guerra in Afganisthan, metaforicamente dice che non dovrebbero più esistere soldati, non ha senso combattere.
E lei decide di lasciare il marito e vivere questo nuovo innamoramento, in quello che potrebbe sembrare il lieto fine tanto atteso stile serial tv libertino, superficiale e moderno. Ma come dicevo prima l'amore da, tanto quanto toglie anche se non ci viene mai detto.
E infatti il vecchio marito si kills. Some scene before visiting with his wife to his brother admitted to a nursing home, and only abbandanato, had told his wife: "If I had to reduce it, take me to the woods and kill me."
affection and gratitude to him were his wife's plea to life without it would be pointless. What at first glance might seem a report supercifiale tired, routine, with no momentum at the end turns out to be all-encompassing so as not to be able to provide a different alternative.
short, a very interesting film that pushes us to go beyond appearances and social clichés that are imposed by the media.
Rating: 3stelline 1 / 2 (out of five)
Last night I saw "WIN" the new film by Marco Bellocchio, presented at the Cannes Film Festival with Filippo Timi and Giovanna Mezzogiorno.
's the story of the young lover's Benito Mussolini, with whom he conceived a child, first recognized to be subsequently disregarded. Obviously
Benito Mussolini, once started a political career which led him to be the leader, will try in every way to shut up and hide the uncomfortable presence of the woman who goes to undermine the model of social and family that fascism was proposing. It will succeed! The woman and her child will be detained in psychiatric hospitals until their deaths.
The film is seen from the perspective of less historic and famous: that of her, obscured by history so as not to fall into ridicule the true wife of the leader, Clarence.
We try to give voice to those who have not ever had one, who has been silenced.
And then the film tries to assert (without any big answers) the questions that this woman has done all his life.
Why should we forget what has been, the road has been traveled before getting to where you are?
Why should discredit that different to make sense of themselves?
it possible that I did not miss when I miss him to death?
Questions and continues to loop waiting for answers and signals never arrived. She would have served a reason, to have a reason to rationalize. Maybe things would be different.
The film certainly has an interesting style, but did not hit me fully. For example, could be effectively replaced, as they went on the film, the image of the Duce. First played by Filippo Timi (in youth) and later, after the abandonment of the lover, with real footage. It might help to underline the distance that was emerging between these two characters. But the final result is disappointing. While he obviously change over the years told the story, the character played by Mezzogiorno remains almost equal physically. Manco a tuft of white hair.
I did not enjoy even the excessive space and emphasis to the first sexual intercourse between the two, which tried to revive the temperament and harsh ruler Benito Mussolini. I found it a bit 'too simplistic and a bit' provincial. In short, between all the faults this man and among the many features that rightly should make it unpleasant for sure would not put my finger on his way to selfish and unimaginative to have sex. Also because usually each sadist is a masochist. In short, I found those scenes very representative of the history and dynamics developed in the pair. I loved
photography: dark and claustrophobic in some scenes,
very good actors, especially the South that was the smell of Palme d'Or at Cannes to the last!
At the end of the film I thought this could be the end that will help Veronica Lario, interned in some clinical and passed for mad and visionary. In short, a film about the treatment, as now, the "tissue ungrateful."
Rating: 2 1 / 2 stars (out of five)
