Nostalgia

This is the kind of movie that is very strange to me. Don't tell that to anyone, but coming from a Sicilian family, anything that happens in a city where the Napolitan mafia scares everyone, looks very familiar. Felice left Napoli 40 years before, and comes back to a city that looks like what he remembers, but feels completely different. He first comes back to see his dying mom, and spend some times with her before going back to his wife in Egypt. After 40 years, Felice has become Muslim, and has troubles speaking Italian (he usually speaks Arabic). He comes back to a Catholic Napoli, where the Catholic priest is leading the war against the Camorra, and its boss 'O malommo' (the bad man). Felice reminisces about his past, about an 'Oreste' that was his best friend, who defended him and helped him in every way, and you wonder what happened to him. As you go through his childhood in Napoli, the parallel is made with current Napoli, with the Catholic priest showing Felice that not everything is great, but that he is trying and giving everything he can to the kids of the neighbourhood, so that they get out of the Camorra's influence. The actors are great, and the story all too familiar to me, and I really liked that movie. Yes, the ending is expected, but it couldn't have been any other way.

It's a cross section of the human lives, memories dissolved in miseries give birth to the bittersweet Nostalgia. A powerful beautiful tale about a man revisiting the memories he wanted to forget. Such clever sincere heartfelt performances by the cast the weight people carry on shoulders, the weight of guilt is animated well by Favino. Cinematography is excellent, great work in capturing the beauty of the Naples. It's a slow burn with subtle daramtic nature, the abrupt conclusion after the long anticipated pounce of the badman was an excellent way to draw the curtains. It's a well written critique on naivety driven by selfishness.

The story feels real, an immigrant coming back home to look after his mother and think about when he was young. The movie is a very well shot. Very good cinematography. The actors are good. You really want to walk in these roads and lanes. Drive a scooter in Naples. Great Casting too, with all the young people.

But I was very disappointed by the end. I found it somehow simplistic and/or rushed. Like "oh the movie is already long enough lets end it here right now". Was that the only direction for the story to go? I was expecting a more "open" ending, where you are actually wondering what is happening to the main characters.

It's a really beautiful movie, especially the visuals. You don't see the typical Napoli, the one from the post cards or the tourism agencies. Instead you see the real one, the poor families, the mafia, the struggle, and most importantly, the desire of the people to survive. It felt so real, I never lived what the characters went through but at some moments, it really felt like the things on screen had happened to me before. The writing is also really good, the way the elements are brought is not heavy, and even if we don't have all the cards to understand at the beginning, we don't feel left out. Things we see at the beginning of the movie make sense when they happen, and even more sense once we get the full picture. It was also refreshing to see bits of Arabic culture, instead of having a really cliché view of it. I loved watching it, but i think if i had to watch it on my own, instead that at the movie theater, I wouldn't have been 100% focused on it and I guess I would have been bored at some point. Despite that, I still recommend it.

Naples, Camorra, crime, revenge. You feel as if not much can be added. But Martone gives it a good shake, and mostly succeeds. Some elements - the returning Neapolitan's aged mother - seem fresh and touching. Others - the priest who has the whole district on a string - are not new.

You can sort of half-guess the ending, and as it drew closer, I'm murmuring, let's not go there. If you reinterpret the ending as opportunistic rather than planned, nostalgic rather than spiteful, that might help get you over the line.

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