A tragicomic story about a tomb raider. The film is uncomplicated, funny, a little sentimental, which may give a little laughter, but what it does not take away is sadness. So, dear lover of "not such a movie", I also decided to participate in the rural revelation of the female worldview of the necropolis and grieve with you. In this Italian comedy, we will plunge into the atmosphere of rural life with its charming colorful details. But I warn you, you need to be careful, because everything here is saturated with withering and the grave dampness of sincere feelings. I advise you to look at it in portions, stretching existential cognition into uniform parts.
A minor character with the archetypal name "Italy" takes care of babies like a real Capitoline she-wolf. Apparently, the author sees himself as the Umbrian mother of the Etruscans calling from the age-old graves. You can ask a fair question: what about the main character? And what about the main character? Yes, there is such a thing - it's a walking stooping shadow, a stinking, helpless stereotype - yes, it's stinking, that's how the author described it at the very beginning of this satirical story - it wasn't my idea, don't think, don't be offended by me.
So, this spineless shadow, who was lucky enough to touch the divine face, does nothing but dig the ground like a mole, he burrows deeper and deeper and only the director's favor does not allow him to comprehend the "zen" of the meditative "hole", but do not worry, in this picture, it will not last long: female variability will manifest itself in the denouement She will get even with him in full, for the wasted years of ardent youth.
And here is the finale, which puts an end to this ridiculous idea, masking a crystal-clear concept under the guise of the uniqueness of "not such a movie", pulling at the red yarn of the female microcosm, Alice Rohrwacher, playfully smiling, tears off the supernatural veil and, to the loud applause of the cinema crowd, reveals her Indiana Jones to the world. Rhythmically tapping the shards, Rohrwacher hypnotizes with an arthouse look. Fascinated by the reflection on love and death, the jaded admirers of strange cinema, choking with enthusiastic exclamations, glorify the unorthodox flair of a creative genius!
A minor character with the archetypal name "Italy" takes care of babies like a real Capitoline she-wolf. Apparently, the author sees himself as the Umbrian mother of the Etruscans calling from the age-old graves. You can ask a fair question: what about the main character? And what about the main character? Yes, there is such a thing - it's a walking stooping shadow, a stinking, helpless stereotype - yes, it's stinking, that's how the author described it at the very beginning of this satirical story - it wasn't my idea, don't think, don't be offended by me.
So, this spineless shadow, who was lucky enough to touch the divine face, does nothing but dig the ground like a mole, he burrows deeper and deeper and only the director's favor does not allow him to comprehend the "zen" of the meditative "hole", but do not worry, in this picture, it will not last long: female variability will manifest itself in the denouement She will get even with him in full, for the wasted years of ardent youth.
And here is the finale, which puts an end to this ridiculous idea, masking a crystal-clear concept under the guise of the uniqueness of "not such a movie", pulling at the red yarn of the female microcosm, Alice Rohrwacher, playfully smiling, tears off the supernatural veil and, to the loud applause of the cinema crowd, reveals her Indiana Jones to the world. Rhythmically tapping the shards, Rohrwacher hypnotizes with an arthouse look. Fascinated by the reflection on love and death, the jaded admirers of strange cinema, choking with enthusiastic exclamations, glorify the unorthodox flair of a creative genius!