Auf alles, was uns glücklich macht

Italian cinema doesn't need big productions or state-of-the-art technology to make good films. It is not a defect, but a virtue. A good script, good actors, efficient directing and editing and, practically, it's done. Said like that, it even seems easy, because that's the idea we get when we watch some of these movies. The last one that left me this idea was Gli anni più belli (Gabriele Muccino, 2020).

For about two hours, we follow 40 years in the lives of four friends, Giulio, Paolo, Ricardo and Gemma, marked by many disagreements and many other encounters. The intimate life episodes are framed in the social and political context that has shaped Italy over the last four decades, adding value to the film.

But what really catches our attention is the imitation of life as it is, with conquests and disappointments; difficulties and successes; expectations that change according to reality; encounters with the lost hope; questioning and incessant search for happiness, which, even unconscious, is always latent.

If there is anything in the story that we can learn from, it is to realize that being successful may not translate into obtaining great profits or prominent positions, that happiness is not accounted for in monetary values, that the things that make us happy are really the simplest things (although it is a commonplace) and that it is on them that we should focus, otherwise we will see life pass without us having made it our own.

And, as everything is cyclical, the last sequence shows a couple of teenagers who, like so many others before them, are starting their journey, to, in the end, probably, reach the same conclusion, although with diverse life experiences. This also seems to alert us that life is too short to be spent with people you don't like or doing something that doesn't mean anything to you, but I guess though too obvious, it's something each and every one of us will only learn by living.

What a film. It's about love, honest and sincere love. About mistakes, forgiveness, desire, friendship and love again. A film that has touched me incredibly.

I bet everyone in their 50's will find connection with at least one character in this lovely Italian film.

"Gli anni più belli" portraits 40 years in the life of four friends whose personal stories intersects recent history. On the steps of Lelouch "Bolero" and Scola's "C'eravamo tanto amati", which is explicitly quoted. Although the movie develops on the edge of mannerism and can be fairly accused of lacking subtlety in some of its topic scenes (as often with Muccino's work), its message is true and powerful: the best years are the ones we dare to live fully. Love is not the romantic fantasy that happens to you in Hollywood movies, it is not a commodity, but it is an ongoing practice of care, respect, forgiveness for others. Connection is the answer. All actors deliver great performances (Ramazzotti in particular). The movie is packed with quotations from Italian classics which will please movie lovers.

No, I'm not talking about the characters of the movie (though I can't say that I didn't fall for each one of them, I did, they took me on a ride on their own personal rollercoaster), I'm talking about the story that unfolded at the end of the movie. I was just sitting there absolutely taken by the mesmerising beauty of the cinematography when a small group walked in. They set down behind me and they were eating popcorn, chitt-chatting, laughing, making comments on the plot, just living it. These kinds of noises bother me most of the time, well this time I found it cute even. I didn't turn around.

The story is perfectly round, exquisite, I cried twice. First when the exact appropriate aria came along in the exact appropriate moment, when I thought that it can't go any higher emotionally and then just before leaving the movie theatre. Dazzled by this amazing, some two hours of length of magic a man called out to me. "Excuse me miss, can you take a photo of us?" "Sure", I said, than the lights went on and I saw this small gang of people, in their 50's and the gentleman said: "we're just like them, we're friends for almost 40 years now..". I hope the pictures turned out well, since I couldn't see clearly from the tears swelling up, but I do recall that I told them how beautiful they are.

Lately I ask myself a lot why is it exactly that I love art so much, maybe because it's a mirror to life.