It was an adjustment for me—I wasn't prepared for a movie about Dickensian grave robbers and fated mates myths and a scruffy, dirty boy unable to maintain grasp on anything (reality, lovers, valuable heads of statues), but I enjoyed it and am interested in seeing more movies by Rohrwacher.
I'm sure the unwieldiness of the movie is part of its charm, but it is unwieldy. But again, this might just be my inexperience with the director's style.
This is a truly ridiculous film, and I could not have enjoyed it more. The characters spend so much time discussing religion and atheism, in dialogue written by people who know nothing of either. Putting Eva Marie Saint in a role like this should be criminal.
Just finished watching this for the fourth time and I'm still fired up by how good it is. Margaret Schlegel brings the Word of Truth in the last act.
"For one sensible remark I will let you in. But you cannot make it"
"All your life you have been spoiled . . . No one has ever told you what you are--muddled. Criminally muddled."
"You shall see the connection if it kills you.
