Although I have to say that this was indeed a good movie, I can’t say that I would ever find myself watching it a second time. To me, it was good in the sense that it is a perfect example of Italian neo-realism and does an excellent job of exemplifying human loneliness through facial expressions and gestures. This coupled with the whole poor/working class setting makes for something that is so hard to look at, you can’t look away. I would be lying however, if I said I wasn’t dozing off at various times throughout the movie.
Not only was this movie slow, but it was extremely sad. And not just in terms of Umberto’s situation, but in the blow to his pride he must endure by begging. It just hurts. Despite the fact that when watching an Italian neorealism film, one must expect to see hardship and sadness, it doesn’t making watching it any easier. However, on another note, the fact that Carlo Battisiti was a completely unprofessional actor was amazing given his performance. As much as I disliked watching the movie, his performance was a fantastic one.
You’re probably wondering why I’m reviewing a film that pained me to sit through it. Maybe you’re not wondering that at all. Maybe you’re eating a sandwich. In any case, I figure that you can’t just write about movies that made you scream and giggle like a baby gorilla. You have to write about movies that sadden you and make you reflect on your life and that make you glad you have what you have and aren’t living in post-war Italy.