Interesting trip in the world of a delicate Christianity. Coloured chalk picture of a time between tale and reality. Suggestions more that facts, mystery in spring shades.
To talk about Francis is very strange. He is not a saint like many others, he is not a historical hero who transformed a Church. He is, for many, the second Crist, patron of animals, bearer of Jesus stigmas, poor man, friend of sun and of wolf, who lives only like sign of God's love. So, it is not important if the movie is a masterpiece, if the script respects the authentic facts, if Francis or Clara are shadows of a old childhood's story. The truth is a insignificant detail and the essence is faith.
In fact, it is a slice of beauty. The scent of time, the beauty of nature and actors, the delicacy of gestures, the respect of tradition, the light, so important in this case makes a subtle, in his essence, portrait of Il Poverello. No great ambition but a sweet respect form for a lost golden age.
To talk about Francis is very strange. He is not a saint like many others, he is not a historical hero who transformed a Church. He is, for many, the second Crist, patron of animals, bearer of Jesus stigmas, poor man, friend of sun and of wolf, who lives only like sign of God's love. So, it is not important if the movie is a masterpiece, if the script respects the authentic facts, if Francis or Clara are shadows of a old childhood's story. The truth is a insignificant detail and the essence is faith.
In fact, it is a slice of beauty. The scent of time, the beauty of nature and actors, the delicacy of gestures, the respect of tradition, the light, so important in this case makes a subtle, in his essence, portrait of Il Poverello. No great ambition but a sweet respect form for a lost golden age.