Brucio nel vento

Everybody who knew Italian director Silvio Soldini for his brilliant Bread and Tulips, with Brucio nel Vento (Burning in the wind) probably will remain disappointed with it. I mean, while the previous was able to "marry" quality actors with a popular, refreshing story, this time the spell was unable to occur for the weight of the story.

In a remote village of eastern Europe, the kid Tobias lives with his young mother, widow and also forced to prostitute herself for money. She does it with the elementary teacher too (and him for compassion, I think), but he was the first to understand Tobias is smart and needs an higher education. One night the child ran away from home (after stabbing her mother in the sleep, believing her dead) and traveling through Europe, year by year, growing and eventually settles down somewhere in Switzerland, becoming a workman with a dignified life: a simple home, friends but not a woman. Every night he writes, writes, pages over pages, addressing his words to a "perfect" woman he idealized. He's a wanna-be writer but nobody seem to notice his talent.

Soldini seems keeping to the rigid rules of sophisticated cinema, ignoring any cheesy approach to the audience. The narrating voice, long stares between the actors and fragmentary dialogs, everything through Tobias' mind. I'm not saying it doesn't worth the time spent, no, but reach the ending it's not easy. Settling the story in Switzerland, speaking about immigration, Soldini perhaps makes a reflection about the "state of the art" of integration (in Europe). Tobias seems bothered by the natives of the city where he lives, and prefers foreigner people to have good time, though everybody treat him with the best cordiality. So, was his little, artist's madness or a voluntary rejection towards western society ? At the end of the movie, in facts, you gathered so much hints, cues besides the solely story that a sensitive watcher cannot pass over. Ivan Franek was convincing and solid. The rest of the cast is quite undefinable, sometimes insipid and lost. Not even a delicate soundtrack, but a raw piece of cinema with open questions on the table.

Tobias grows up as the son of the village whore somewhere in eastern europe. One day he escapes from the dirty village life, changes his name, comes to Switzerland. He finds work in a clock factory and almost goes crazy over the daily routine. The only thing that keeps him alive is the desire for a girl he calls Line, a phantom he has been waiting for his whole life. And one day, she appears, but she is married...

The film is not very optimistic about life in general and immigration in particular. The only interaction between Dalibor (as Tobias calls himself now) and the local people is the two Swiss girls he makes love with. The people from eastern europe (a country is never specified) stay for themselves, celebrate for themselves and hate it to be where they are, they only stay because of the money. Dalibor says one has to accept it, terrible as it is, but you also often her the sentence "I could never get used to it". Several suicides happen and in the end, again, there's only escape for Dalibor.

Maybe the end is meant positive, it's one of the few moments when the sun is shining, the rest of the film only shows rain and snow, but I was not really happy with it. No problems are really solved, or only with violence. Dalibor, the dreamy, sensitive person who passionately writes prose, tends to use knives to solve his problems. I felt uncomfortable with this and I found the way Switzerland and eastern europe immigration are portraited disappointingly one-sided.

I only gave it five out of ten.