Only an Italian could make a film of such utter beauty
I don't even have words to describe how stunning I thought this film was. Italians know their beauty.
I was so intrigued with the way the story was told. Anyone who studies the art of film-making knows the story must be told as much through visuals as through dialogue, and preferably more through visual than dialogue. The field of actresses as Boyle grapples with the fact his best years are behind him. The dream sequences of both Ballinger and his daughter. And the music. The Simple Song with the orchestra ... I can die now. And even the song on the closing credits ... ridiculous. I'm buying that CD tomorrow.
It is so refreshing to see a film about older people and especially two very successful artists trying to keep meaning in their life. Lovely.