Original, touching, interesting, post-modern, uneasy. A movie stepping outside the "typical" Italian industry, putting itself on top of contemporary European film-making. A film directed by an author in search of a new language, able to melt plot, characters, psychology, into the flesh of his actors, into a streaming of disturbing situations. You may hate it, but there's no doubt that this is one of those movie that hit the audience, changing the point of view on love and relationships (and on cinema too) of every viewer. There were so many questions spinning in my head after watching this movie: what should be the purpose of contemporary film-making? How far you can push yourself in telling a story? How can you translate into images a psychological pathology? Isabella Ferrari's performance (awarded with the best actress's prize at Rome Film Festival in 2012) is impressing and stunning. She put herself completely in the hands of the director, giving it all, reaching the audience with her desperation, her pain, her loneliness. The loneliness caused by an impossible love. The kind of love that destroys everything. That destroys lives.
