Wasserball und Kommunismus

This is a very weird movie, one that feels so specific that it really is risky to recommend it to anyone. It is quite surrealist and random at times, but remains consistent in being hilarious. And perhaps the random nature of the movie is trying to convey the condition of the main character, who feels lost as much as his political party.

There are many references to the Italian culture, ranging from politics to music, cinema and sport. Some scenes ascended to a cult status, such as the famous slap. Overall an entertaining movie, thanks to the eccentric characters that populate the pool where the (inner) action takes place.

This film is deeply enmeshed in the political culture of Italy, and, in particular, in the culture and politics of that party once known as the Italian Communist Party (PCI). Although you don't need an understanding of this context to enjoy the film, your appreciation of it is certainly enhanced by knowing where Moretti is coming from.

Throughout the film the protagonist, Michele, reiterates a phrase that captures a good deal of the identity of the PCI: `We're the same, but we're different.' The PCI claimed, on the one hand, that it was like any other party: it sought to arrive at power by winning a consensus at the polls and electing its candidates to public office--a party with just as much right as any other (`of equal constitutional dignity') to exercise power within a democratic state. On the other hand, the party said that it was different from all the others because it wanted to use state power in order to bring about a transformation of the existing social and economic order: to build a society in which the exploitativeness, irrationality, all-pervasive commercialism, environmental degradation, and social injustice characteristic of capitalism would be gradually overcome. The party was in the system, but not of the system. This, then, was a party that appealed to the dreams of many idealistic Italians to create a better world to live in (party membership fluctuated between 1.5 and 2 million--and the party saw its percentage of the vote rise in every election for 30 years, cresting in '76 at about 35%).

But as the party got closer to being brought into the government, the tightrope act became more and more tortuous--hence, all of those very contorted "party lines" articulated by Michele in which he attempts to explain why the party should be brought into the government (and why there was nothing to fear from the party), while still holding on to the notion that the party stood for opposition to the existing social order. And that's why another constant refrain in the film is Michele's `I remember': he remembers not only things from his own past, but also a time when the party really seemed to stand for the traditional ideals of the Left.

Now the PCI looks pretty much like any other party, and it no longer even calls itself a party, thus distancing itself from its Marxist-Leninist past: its name today is the unthreatening `Democrats of the Left.' And millions of progressive Italians feel adrift now that they have no party as the repository of their idealism--a sense of desperation expressed beautifully by Michele when he cries out, `Di qualcosa di sinistra' (`Just say something leftist').

By the way, the English title given to the film (`The Red Wood Pigeon') makes absolutely no sense. `Palombella' refers to that shot in water polo we would call a `soft lob' and `rossa' =`red'. So a `palombella rossa' is a `red lob,' symbolizing the kind of soft landing that the PCI sought for its revolutionary program.

Michele is the leader of the Italian communist party and a professional water polo player. On this day he has just lost his memory following a (very stupid) car accident. So he has to discover the intricacies of his life again, and he does so through the naive eyes of the anxious child he used to be - through an improvised psychoanalytic trip symbolized by the friendships and adversities of a water polo game.

While she may not be the star, I appreciate that Asia Argento had a part here. I always felt like she was not really in much beyond her father's films or the films of her father's friends, at least at first. But this is a clear exception, because there is nothing about this movie that says Dario Argento was involved.

I think Palombella Rossa is the best movie of Nanni Moretti (but I am afraid that non-italians people may not think the same, because there are several references to the situation of Italy, both in the 70's and at the time of the movie, that is 1989).

I also think that it is easy to like Moretti (and his movies) very much or dislike him (and his movies) very much. It is much more difficult to stay in the middle.

I personally find in this movie a wonderful mix of humour, fun and poetry. I also appreciate a lot the choice of music and songs and the images from Doctor Zivago (which is immortal, in my opinion).

I think people who liked Moretti movies like April, Son's room and Dear Diary should see this one as well, and I hope they will enjoy it.

an exceedingly eccentric film, with a devil-may-care approach that succeeds - and only just, at that - to the extent that one is charmed by wild improvisation. this is my style, so what, says the director, and shall we next try this?

Political analysis is quite beside the point, which is indeed the point, if any, of the film. The absurdity of grasping at political meaning (or rather, replacing it with expression) is wonderfully captured in amnesia (and the entire success of the film, by the way, depends on a brilliantly sustained performance in this role).

babble; terrific fun.