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Dalla Mostra del Cinema di Venezia, Pierfrancesco Favino lancia un appello affinché i personaggi italiani nei film vengano interpretati da attori italiani.
«Se un cubano non può fare un messicano, perché un americano può fare un italiano? Solo da noi. Ferrari in altre epoche lo avrebbe fatto Gassman, oggi invece lo fa Driver e nessuno dice nulla. Mi sembra un atteggiamento di disprezzo nei confronti del sistema italiano, se le leggi comuni sono queste allora partecipiamo anche noi».
E dunque un regista americano non può girare un film su Enzo Ferrari, oltretutto usando un attore americano.
Perciò immagino che per lo stesso motivo dovremmo boicottare tutti i film di Sergio Leone.
E cancellare tutti i film di Anthony Quinn (visto che ha interpretato personaggi di tutte le nazionalità).
Allo stesso modo bisognerebbe smettere di leggere Shakespeare, dal momento che ha ambientato storie in Italia e Danimarca.
E gettare via Gauguin. E Picasso.
FILM ITALIANO TIPO
•BUDGET: Zero (finanziato da Stato e regione)
•CAST: Favino più altri 4 paraculati con dizione demmerda che parlano sottovoce
•SCENEGGIATURA: 40-50enni in crisi di mezza età che si ritrovano da qualche parte, con battute in romanesco
•VARIANTI: la lingua è il dialetto napoletano
Ieri sono andata al cinema a vedere il film "Io Capitano" di Matteo Garrone e non ho potuto non ripensare ad alcuni reportage di Francesca Mannocchi e Diego Bianchi-Zdizoro a PropagandaLive e alle parole di Valeria Parrella e Chiara Valerio. Ne parlo qui, sul mio blog Mi Salvi Chi Può
Dogman is a tale of hope. Hope that sometime during its 114 minutes of runtime, it will get better. Competing for Venice’s Golden Lion, Dogman is as much of a best bet as its protagonist is a people person.
With a smudged smile, a crooked wig and a rugged pink dress, Caleb Landry Jones looks and acts camp. Promisingly Joker-esque in sight and sound, he balances on the verge of femininity. Douglas, “a boy bruised by life,” gets another few bruises from Besson, forced to pursue a progressively ludicrous plot. It spectacularly fails to seize the skill of Landry Jones, who had hauntingly portrayed psychosis in Nitram (2021).
Douglas, disadvantaged physically, financially, and socially, finds solace among dogs. Doug devoutly reads his flock Shakespeare. In return, dogs run Doug’s errands. Fetching anything from flour to fancy gems, his four-legged friends are nothing short of superpowers.
Serving stale characters and dry dialogues, Dogman is a small movie that barks beyond its size. Featuring a truly bizarre batch of references ranging from Jesus Christ to Edith Piaf (simultaneously), Dogman is a gift that keeps on giving.
Regrettably, it premiered in Venice rather than Cannes. There, Besson would have a shot at the Palm (Dog) Award.
❤️ Walking one of the most glamorous carpets twice in two days is such a honor
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Poor Things: Stone is on the loose in (and sensational)
Poor Things, an eccentric story of self-discovery by Yorgos Lanthimos, is perhaps his most impressive monster. An eclectic Victorian exploration of resurrection and identity is centred around Bella Baxter (Emma Stone), a young woman brought back to life by a scientist (Willem Dafoe), Godwin Baxter. Her almighty surrogate father goes by “God” because, to her, he is one.
The madness of his creation is Frankenstein-esque: Bella is delirious, both in thinking and moving. Her moves and acts resemble those of a doll, with Stone bewitchingly banging on a piano with her hands and feet. As God is dissecting his cadavers, audiences are dissecting Bella. Her surroundings are similarly strange: God’s lair is a cabinet of curiosities of his own creation. Ducks-turned-dogs are roaming around, being Bella’s sole playmates. That is, until God assigns one of his students, Max McCandles (Ramy Youssef) to observe and record Bella’s development—but soon he also becomes a suitor. On the track to wed, Bella breaks free with God’s lawyer—or perhaps, a devil’s advocate—Duncan Wedderburn. As needy as he is sleazy, Mark Ruffalo almost steals the show from Stone.
In parts black and white, in parts in colour, the film is dashed—perhaps a bit too heavily—with a fisheye lens, offering a deliciously distorted depiction of Bella and beyond. The twisted fairytale of a film takes her through a cross-Europe trip that feels vivid and looks vibrant. The dreaminess of the colour offers a contrast surpassing the visuals and standing in stark opposition to the griminess of the script. Bustling with freedom and adventure, the story takes Bella through the cobblestones of Lisbon and Paris, where she gains agency over her body and being. The script is shrewd, and so is her mind. Accused of being a whore, Bella quickly comes back with a memorable one-liner: “We are our own means of production.”
Bizarre-feeling and beautifully-looking, Poor Things is brilliant, albeit too long. Packed with peculiarities, it demands plenty of attention. By no means a slow burn, Lanthimos’ monster, however, gives even more than it takes.