Anima persa

I ended up watching this movie after reading the book from which it was adapted, written by Giovanni Arpino. Adapted by Bernardino Zapponi and enriched with some aspects, it has not lost the charm of the novel. The director did an excellent job. Halfway between gothic and dramatic, it gradually reveals its cards, leading the viewer towards the end. A film almost forgotten today but that deserves to be seen, also for the interpretation of its protagonists. The great scenic couple formed by Vittorio Gassman and Catherine Deneuve is impressive. Anicée Anlvina also intrigued me. An Italian film that deserves a chance, of that I am more than sure.

Amina persa is sometimes considered to be a Giallo by cult fans; in my opinion, it isn't although there are shades of the genre thrown in. The film is more along the lines of a Gothic mystery and reminded me a lot of the classic Spanish film The House That Screamed. Amina persa is a very high quality film; the acting and production values are superb, and while the script can go a little over the top at times - the whole thing comes off very well and the film could easily go toe-to-toe with any art house flick. Like Nicholas Roeg's earlier classic, Don't Look Now, this film takes place in Venice. We focus on a young man named Tino who is taking an art class in the city and goes to stay with his aunt and uncle that live there. It soon becomes apparent that all is not quite right with the pair, and the mystery deepens as the young man begins hearing strange noises at night. It's not long before he considers the out of bounds staircase and the room at the top of it, and discovers that in fact there is someone else living upstairs...but that is only the start of the shocking revelations.

The film is very slow build, but director Dino Riso keeps things interesting thanks to the tension emanating from the three central characters. Contrary to the pace of the film, the first twist is revealed very early as we discover the identity of the person living in the 'forbidden room' upstairs, but the film has much more than just that up it's sleeve and the revelations get more interesting as the film moves along. Amina persa is bolstered by a trio of great performances from its lead stars. Vittorio Gassman is excellent as the imposing uncle, while the beautiful Catherine Deneuve is convincing as the melancholy aunt. The central cast is rounded off by Danilo Mattei, who is good in the lead role though is overwhelmed a bit by the two more experienced performers. The atmosphere of the film is fantastic and without doubt one of it's strongest elements; the house in which everything takes place cuts an imposing figure and provides an excellent location. The final twist does become obvious just before it happens, but the film keeps it's cards close to it's chest up until that point and overall; this is a fantastic mystery horror film and comes highly recommended (if you can find it!)

Not all films appeal equally to all viewers. I've watched some that are poorly regarded and loved them, and I've watched some that are highly esteemed and found them boring, or even hated them. Before sitting for this one I had no foreknowledge or expectations save for that it has seemingly been held in some measure of regard. Imagine my surprise when I pressed "play" on what has been described as a thriller, a mystery, or even a horror-drama or horror-thriller, and was greeted with page after page after page after page after page after page after page of dialogue. There's also a domineering, misogynist, thoroughly unlikable uncle in there (Vittorio Gassman!), so pointlessly high-minded in his bloviating cruelty that he constantly looks a fool; a kind but submissive and beleaguered aunt (Catherine Deneuve!), who might be the one character with real personality and who is actually sympathetic and likable; haunting bits of audio; and some lovely, tasteful, mood-setting music (thanks to composer Francis Lai). But mostly, for a preponderance of the length, we get lots and lots and lots and lots of dialogue. Any sense of mystery, or the joy of the reveal thereof, is quashed by having everything revealed to us very flatly and casually by the pages and pages of dialogue; the only thrills come from some sudden instances of that audio or, depending on how we define the word "thrills," from how we bristle at how hideously uptight and mean the uncle is; forget "horror" in any but the most wildly oblique of capacities. As the length stretched on I kept hoping for a reversal of fortunes, but first I saw the digital timer read 40 minutes, then 50, then 60, then 70, then 80, and nothing had changed. The only mystery surrounding 'The forbidden room,' if you ask me, is how anyone has ever found it watchable.

Throughout the length there are small scattered moments that seem promising, but each of these are robbed of any potential by being paired with additional pages and pages and pages of dialogue. This emphatically includes the one overarching mystery the title may have been able to claim - filling the last twenty minutes - which marked the strongest potential of the whole tale. Had any care been exercised in crafting the narrative at any other point, employing subtlety and a delicate hand instead of relying on the actors' vocal cords, then maybe that mystery might have had some power. Maybe the "horror" label could have been applied in the sense of being a tragic horror-drama or horror-thriller, as we've seen in select rare instances every now and again in cinema. Indeed, there are underhandedly dark, grim truths spelled out for us in the last minutes. Unfortunately, since that subtlety and delicate touch are thrown out the window by (a) page after page after page of dialogue, and by (b) the plainspoken "it's this" exactitude of a few seconds of a shot that presents at the start that last stretch, all hope this may have had are pretty much lost. Meanwhile, I know what greatness Deneuve and Gassman are capable of as actors, and even as they are almost completely restricted to pages and pages and pages of dialogue I believe we see glimmers of their skill here. On the other hand, between the script and Dino Risi's direction, Gassman's performance is sometimes so gauchely over the top that I'm reminded of the bizarrerie given to Christopher Walken in 2003's 'Gigli.' Moreover, while I'm not familiar with Danilo Mattei, starring as nephew Tino, I have to wonder how he managed to have any career after this (from what I gather, his second credit) since he spends nearly the whole runtime just staring blankly at whatever scene partner is reciting their pages and pages and pages of dialogue. As his character pretends at being a painter I suppose there's possibly some joke here about a "blank slate," or rather a "blank canvas," but that joke seems far too clever to assume of writing that's so thoroughly wasteful of its most useful ideas.

Venice is nice, and so is the art direction. The costume design, hair, and makeup are lovely. Since Tino is just a brick wall for other characters to talk at I can appreciate those small scenes that focus on him in other capacities, serving as a quick break from the pages and pages and pages of dialogue, and which aside from that purpose as a break are otherwise trite and meaningless. Presumably this paid the bills and put food on the table for the folks who participated in its creation, so it has that going for it. I'm a big cat lover, so brief glimpses of felines were welcome. I see what 'The forbidden room' could have been if it weren't weighed down by pages and pages and pages of dialogue, and by uncaring, offhand dispensation of what were supposed to be Major Plot Points, and I admire the results of the thought experiment of "here's how the movie could have been improved." I do, it turns out, have some modicum of praise to offer for this, and the fact that I can find a way to a embrace a spirit of generosity in any manner regarding this picture makes me feel good about myself. And yet - strangely enough, these points I've offered are not very substantial. For whatever genre labels one may wish to append to the feature by way of description, the skillful, intelligent writing that would have allowed those labels to have any weight is not to be found in these 100 minutes, and I'm ultimately a little surprised that Risi didn't try to pass it off as a film directed by Alan Smithee. I was almost prepared to say that in my opinion this doesn't sink to the absolute bottom of the barrel, yet for as confounding as the viewing experience is as the flick squanders all that it might have been, I take back that sliver of kindness.

In closing, to borrow some words from Roger Ebert and his review of Rob Reiner's 1994 comedy-drama 'North,' allow me to quote him and summarize my feelings about 'The forbidden room': "I hated this movie. Hated hated hated hated hated this movie. Hated it. Hated every simpering stupid vacant audience-insulting moment of it. Hated the sensibility that thought anyone would like it. Hated the implied insult to the audience by its belief that anyone would be entertained by it."

Goodnight.

"Anima Persa" perhaps isn't the strangest film I have ever seen, but it's definitely in the top 10. The difference is, however, whereas most strange films are pretentious and just plain dull, this is one of the most fascinating and haunting motion pictures ever made. I've seen "Anima Persa" listed as a Giallo, but it really isn't one. It's not because a film is Italian, made in the 70s and set in Venice, that it's automatically a Giallo. It's one of those movies that are nearly impossible to classify.

For his art studies, 19-year-old Tino goes to Venice, where he moves in with his aunt Sofia and his uncle Fabio in their old but imposing mansion. His stay starts out wonderful, as he falls in love with the school's resident nude model Lucia, but at home things are a psychological nightmare. Fabio is a tyrant with insane ideologies, Sofia is petrified of her dominant husband, and locked away in the attic lives Fabio's mentally deranged brother. The plot doesn't seem to have any more twists in store, and yet it builds up further to an almost unbearably tense climax. I honestly didn't see the final revelation coming, even though - afterwards - it seems so logical. Admittedly the ending also raises many questions, but one thing's for sure: it's utterly astounding and 200% unique.

The two great names in the cast, Catherine Deneuve and Vittorio Gassman, give away stellar performances. Even though their characters are unpleasant, and most of the time you would just like to slap them both in the face, they form a tremendous pair. The other cast members are excellent, too, notably the ravishing Alvina and Ester Carloni as the cocky old housemaid Annetta. "Anima Persa" is a unique experience. It's not horror, but more atmospheric and unsettling than most horror. Only the great Italian directors, like Dino Risi, could accomplish this.

i had heard about this flick,as a giallo & i liked the previous collaboration of Risi/Gassman in "Profumo Di Donna", so i was curious to watch this "anima persa".

even though this movie is't a gaillo at all,(it doesn't have typical giallo's elements), but it could be classified as a decent horror film. it's impossible for the viewer to forget a major thing : Gassman' penetrating eyes! (what a good actor he is) & he definitely steals the movie.

it could be predictable after the half,that what's going on , but this movie is entertaining to watch.