Hmmm. Euro-cinema. Lingering shots of the sea. Not a lot happening. Allegory in every scene. Oedipal yearning. Mood. Yep, all the above are present in Respiro, the lauded Italian film made exclusively for people who like to feel clever about film but lack the patience to watch something too hard going. Essentially, Valeria Golino is a little bit crazy, the Sicilian community are a little bit repressive and old fashioned, everybody (audience included) is a little bit bored, and it all builds and builds to a little bit of a release at the end. The acting's fine and the locations beautiful in the extreme, but this is an entirely serious and self-indulgent film which I don't recommend for, say, a lazy Friday evening sitting at home with a Pizza Hut takeaway. My girlfriend was more bored than me, so I don't think it's a chick-flick just a dull-flick.
Review of Respiro
