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Rating:
At first, I thought about giving it a rhythm and making everything very professional. Very professional. A review every eight days. Yes, and then alternating: one album - one movie - one album - one movie - weak - one album - strong - strong - weak - strong - WEAK. Then instinct told me "ale just do one" and I did one. Not a review. And I abandoned the idea while browsing the dictionary under the letter r to read the definition of review. This is to stay on familiar terms, to say that of many things I'd like to tell you about but I have little propolis and a very sore throat.
In this chaos of albumseventconcertsmovies I chose randomly and naturally also poorly but it doesn't matter, The one I love in a sense nailed it. Just to logline it:
A couple in crisis relies on their therapist's suggestion: a vacation in a charming little house outside the city known for miraculous couple resurrections. At this point, I take a step back and think it's not my territory, or at least I'm not in the right mood. However, once I'm in, I can't get out. A grotesquesurreal comedy, with only two actors, who, moreover, play the part of the couple: if it grabs me for the entire (short) duration of the film, it's definitely targeting something else.
In fact, you can feel the sensitivity with which the theme of habit, routine in a couple, or generally the dimming of the flame is addressed. All words that, when put in the same sentence, make me feel like that psychologist with a clueless face who used to go to Costanzo, and who was a mix between Pasolini and Massimo Ranieri. But it's true. That it's tangible, I mean.
Anyway, I would give it a chance: the surreal twist it takes is brilliant, the two actors are in great shape, the plasticky photography matches the emotions that the two protagonists experience while trying to identify with the turmoil of dual identity. And he is Mark Duplass and this Tarantino-like look inspires me with sympathy.
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