What happens when everyone in a family thinks more of himself than the others? What happens when everybody screams and nobody listens? When being together isn’t the most important thing you get a family like la famiglia Ristuccia in Ricordati di me
(Remember me).
(Remember me).Carlo Ristuccia hates his job and feels removed from his wife, Giulia, and children, Valentina and Paolo. He makes halfhearted attempts to unite them but (shrug ) – it doesn’t seem worth it. Giulia is stressed and angry, Paolo is lonely, and Valentina is an egocentric bitch. The family is connected but in a shallow, dysfunctional way bound by convenience and circumstance instead of love and affection. When Giulia discovers Carlo’s affair she tells him that one day he’ll see that all the years with her were worth more than a few months with a mistress – but is this true? Do the years mean anything if they have been empty?
Everyone in the family longs to get support and validation but no one offers to give it. If only someone had told Paolo that he wasn’t a loser. If only someone had told Giulia that she wasn’t washed up. If only someone had told Paolo that things would get better – that things often seemed bleak at his age. If only someone had told Valentina to stop being such a diva, to stop giving herself manicures in class and to study.
I’d watched Ricordati Di Me when it first came out and dreaded watching it again. I agree that technically, it ‘s a good movie, and maybe it’s because it’s so well done that I can’t say that I like it. This family is so vapid, selfish, and unlikable and I didn’t care what happened to them. Stay together or not, I just wanted them to go away. I guess they weren’t intended to be admired and in that respect, the film is a big success.
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