By and large, this film is a truly remarkable achievement. It is a grounded portrait of postwar Italian life, and an unflinching look at the widespread acceptance of blatant misogyny at the time - one which is all-too-easily forgotten today, as many would like to believe a variation of "the West has always been enlightened".
Delia's travails and suffering are often stomach-churning, yet they form a strong, gradual character arc - its culmination adding a human dimension to the real-world political drama which otherwise stays in the background of the story. The script is generally very good at developing its supporting characters as well - from Delia's three children, to her horrifically abusive yet all-too-believable husband Ivano and his bedridden father - down to her neighbours and the family of her daughter's wealthy suitor. Paola Cortellesi has a real gift for taking kitchen-table scenes and making them captivating.
There is only one flaw I would have to point out with the script - and it's the subplot with the Black American soldier at a nearby checkpoint. While it certainly comes from the right place, the way it's handled is surprisingly clumsy and contrived throughout - from the implausibly easy and lucky introduction, to her sudden loss of caution in a way you would have expected her to foresee, and down to the resolution which seems to suddenly overlook the language barrier that defined their interactions up until then. It speaks A LOT to the quality of this film that I still easily consider it one of the year's best in spite of the above.
