What can I say except that I need to see it again? I try to write down what I think but somehow I prefer scribbling some jargon on a note pad... there are also a lot of hidden details to previous films that you have to watch out for with your eyes wide shut. The images haunt you and leave you mourning. Ecstasy for having encountered cinema at it's most powerful. How to portray pain in film? the symptoms of anguish? the rituals involved... The most striking scene for me is at the fairground. It hits you like a freight train and leaves you mesmerized for the second half of the film. The son's room is at the bottom of the sea, on the surface of an instant photo, a secret path though many a different door... Press replay on what is not past nor future but pure emotion of imagining what will never be, love streams, the loneliness of long distant runner... Tragedy and crisis (individual and social and it's many other meanings!) have always been present in Nanni's cinema but here he's reached an unprecedented maturity. One minor flaw is the stereotypical portrayal of the patients treated by Moretti playing a psychoanalyst. It's a little too predictable for such an original filmmaker although I'm well aware that the patients are all movie projectors projecting the artist's own constant obsessions. I do hope English speaking viewers will have a chance to see it.
Review of The Son's Room
