What is infibulation? (Dictionary.com defines it as “to close off or obstruct the genitals of, especially by sewing together the labia majora in females or fastening the prepuce in males, so as to prevent sexual intercourse.”) It’s a question that’s asked a number of times throughout the course of Remember Me, My Love, but is there a word for the closing off or obstruction of a person’s cerebrum so as to prevent them from making movies? No Italian director makes films as bad as Gabriele Muccino does and is consistently rewarded for them. The director conflates sexual identity and the arts, but his fascination with modes of expression is scarcely concerned with liberating the cloying nuclear unit at the film’s center: white-collar drone Carlo Ristuccia (Fabrizio Bentivoglio) rejuvenates an affair with an ex-flame (international seductress Monica Bellucci) who subsequently rekindles his passion for writing, his wife Giulia (Laura Morante) joins a theater show but her midlife crisis repeatedly gets in the way of her line readings (not to mention her gaydar), and their daughter Valentina (Nicoletta Romanoff) has aspirations of becoming a singing-and-dancing slut on a trashy television program called Ali Baba. These aren’t real people, but star fuckers and bourgeois whiners living out Muccino’s own poseur fantasy—almost a mirror image of the director’s own The Last Kiss, this shrill portrait of pretty, self-flattering Italians fucking each other is another whack-off to Paul Thomas Anderson. From the constantly roving camera and hysteria-ridden montage sequences to the strings on the film’s soundtrack and rapid-fire chitter-chatter, it’s obvious that Muccino’s annoying case of Magnoliaitis is only getting worse by the minute.
- Roadside Attractions
- 125 min
- Gabriele Muccino
- Gabriele Muccino, Heidrun Schleef
- Fabrizio Bentivoglio, Laura Morante, Nicoletta Romanoff, Monica Bellucci, Silvio Muccino, Gabriele Lavia, Enrico Silvestrin, Silvia Cohen, Alberto Gimignani, Amanda Sandrelli, Blas Roca-Rey, Pietro Taricone, Giulia Michelini
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