O Terraço

We follow five friends at the same party. A writer, a producer, a director, a politician and a journalist. There they meet new and old flames and quarrel a bit. All are experiencing an intellectual and emotional crisis.

I loved the many subtle symbols in this film. For instance, the young girlfriends; Sergio who is not eating; the crisis of being a leftist ('I'm much more left-wing than you!'); the success of women.

Even better is Scola's mockery with intellectualism. As you sometimes hear at parties people say: 'Mannerism is out of fashion', and you haven't got an clue what the purpose is of this comment. Every character here thinks himself as being witty, except the producer, and it is precisely him who produces a dramatic masterpiece that is praised by the intellectual elite.

Scola portrays disappointments beautifully - it is seen between the lines, as it was as well in Brutti, sporchi e cattivi. So, I highly appreciated this film, but you have to bear in mind it is a film of almost three hours. A perfect film for a rainy Sunday.

Ettore Scola seemed to epitomize Italian cinema in the 70's and early 80's. What great films he did: We All Loved Each Other so much, Ugly Dirty and Bad, A Special Day (for me it's Mastroianni's best), Passion of Love (incredible story of beauty and ugliness), Le Bal, etc. Where directors like Bertolucci and Bellochio seemed to lose their way in political argument, Scola stayed on his feet and created wonderful satires of bourgeois complacency.

The Terrace is too long--almost three hours--and too loaded with characters to have much force. The political and social problems described here seem obscure and distant from us in time. The speech Mario gives to the PCI congress is well done (he's asking for forgiveness for his adultery with Giovanna) but hasn't much dramatic effect. Much better are the little touches: the elderly waiter dragging the wagon over the tile floor, making an awful screeching sound as Luigi and Carla dine; the workmen who reduce the size of Sergio's office in ten seconds flat--wonderful effect; Sergio trying to talk to the head of RAI in the latter's office, with the huge Grecian bust between them, very funny.

I should point out that far too much of the comedy misses its mark and falls flat: I don't know what Scola was trying to do with Enrico's writer's block and the finger in the pencil sharpener. Marie Trintignant appears as eye candy throughout the film and serves no purpose in the story. If you choose to watch this, get ready to hit the fast forward button.

Good opportunity to see once again Scola's great sense of criticism and love for Italian contemporary society, mixing in a tragicomic way politics, middle-age crisis, failing marriage, love, infidelity, suicide, friendship, the rôle of intellectuals. His great ensemble direction rivals Robert Altman's. And just have a look at that cast - Mastroianni (effective as always), Trintignant (always so surprising), Tognazzi (in charge of his difficult rôle), Gassman (what a superb actor!), Reggiani (moving), the lovely Stefania Sandrelli and a débutante very young Marie Trintignant. For those who like Italian cinema and politically oriented films with a touch of humor. 8/10

Boring???maybe for who doesn't know or understand the Italian situation of the early eighties, and that typical attitude of the left-side radical chic inhabitants of Rome.I do,and I appreciated this movie a Lot.Scola fails so rarely,and this wasn't the case.A great cast made a great movie,probably one of the last successful "Italian comedy" ever.Everything works fine,from the narrative stile of the director,which shows once again how well he can deal with a crowded set,to the script,written as always by himself.Gassman and Satta Flores above all.I wish this movie was more known abroad,24 years are past,but it never lost its taste,still actual and ironic as it should be

Claudia

Ettore Scola has made at least two great films, C'eravamo tanto amati and Une giornata particolare. But this time he got carried away. It's not enough to put 20 great actors in a room to end up with a masterpiece. Call it self- indulgent, call it intellectual masturbation, I call it boring. Sorry, Ettore.