America’s Cheerleader For Italian Movies Gets A Little More Specific In Her Movie Reviews.
I’ve never really thought of myself as a movie critic, though I talk about and evaluate movies nonstop. I prefer thinking myself as an advocate, an Italian movie booster, a spokesmodel, if you will, for the Italian film industry. 💁
I’m older, and I feel genuine, almost maternal affection for the young actors and directors who are on clear paths to stardom; Greta Scarano and Alberto Caviglia’s own mothers couldn’t be more proud than I am of them.
I try not to absolutely trash anything, but I have. Exhibit A: Biggio and Mandelli’s ‘I Soliti Idioti’.
From now on, if there is a film like that, one that I can not recommend in good conscience, I’ll let you know with a 💔 You see this and you know, it broke my heart. It’s so bad, it’s just bad, and I can’t think of anything good to say about it.
On the other hand, I think there should be a way to let you know which ones are my favorites, the truly unforgettable, “not to miss” Italian films, so, in this case you’ll see a ❤️ I loved it, I loved it, I loved it. It would be a critic’s pick, if I were a critic.
Recent movies like Stefano Sollima’s Suburra and Paolo Genovese’s Perfetti Sconosciuti would get the ❤️ while Carlo Verdone’s L’Abbiamo Fatta Grossa will get the 💔 (that is, when I get around to writing the review that I am dreading to write about it.)
There’s just so much that is exciting in the Italian film industry and I tend to gush about everything (except Biggio and Mandalli; I hate them), so I am going to try to reserve the ❤️ for the films that are truly special. Conversely, if you see the 💔 you’ll know that I’m seriouser than a heart attack about NOT recommending it.
I Love Italian Everything 