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This is a beautiful film about friendship and nostalgia, but above all about loving cinema. To me, this film defines "cinephilia". Cinema and the protagonists' lives are cleverly interwoven. The fleeting images of film, capturing a moment and then disappearing, only to linger in the memory, can be seen as a metaphor for the past that can not be recaptured, a past when we were young and happy and confident and the world was ours. When the credits roll, I feel this strange mixture of happiness and sadness. Oh, how I wish...

When nostalgia meets subtle humor, nonchalance and Italian "bigmouth"-way of expressing ideas, there's where you can find "C'eravamo tanto amati". The emotion is always there, but the smile is never far away.Italian filmmakers (not all, but Scola is definitely one of them)have this lovely way to make sad things seem quite funny (apart of one or two very touching scenes), and funny things a bit melancholic. This film talks to your heart. It appeals to a wide range of emotions, each of them never alone but delicately mixed with others. This story about love, friendship, political involvement, and their evolution (dilution?) through the years could have easily lost itself in drama and self-pity, or in first-degree optimism, which are the two great traps which lots of directors fall in. But Scola is far, far above that. This film is life as it goes. Special mentions to the scenes between Vittorio Gassmann and Giovanna Ralli.

"We All Loved Each Other So Much" is one of those classics referenced here and there (though not so frequently) as a spectacular masterpiece, an almost unknown treasure to be sought and seen. After years looking for it I can finally say those opinions are right. But the movie deserves more. A heavy airplay on cable or even regular TV, a Criterion Collection treatment or a bigger studio making a massive home video release instead of cult cine-clubs who exhibit it from time to time. This movie is on the same league as "Amarcord", "Cinema Paradiso" and "Splendor" (1989) . The latter, like this one, is also directed by Ettore Scola and could be included as part of an informal Scola trilogy about nostalgia, that should be completed with "Le Bal" (1983). The themes and presentation of such are beautifully told, almost like a trademark that Italian and French cinema use frequently and always getting positive results that American cinema only dreams of reaching. The mark achieved here is to show the importance of memory, how time changes it, and the way things and events mold our essence, our friendships, our loves, our interests and each person's definition of happiness. And most important of all: how movies are a great part of all those things.

This is about three friends who served on the Italian resistance fighting against the Nazists and how their lives changed of direction during a course of 30 years. Mostly is about their similarities (at one point they all fell in love with the same woman) and the problems and events brought on them, with meetings and mismatches along the way. They are: Antonio (Nino Manfredi), a dedicated nurse whose career just stalled because of his political views, contrary to the current norm; the lawyer Gianni (Vittorio Gassman) an impeccable professional at the city hall who ends up corrupted by a powerful industrialist; and Nicola (Stefano Satta Flores), a movie buff who later becomes a film critic leaving family and kid behind after defending the greatness of "Bicycle Thieves" when the movie club he was part of accused De Sica's masterpiece of giving Italy a bad fame to the world.

The space is short, and I can't talk about all the characters but I must focus on my favorite, and the one I believe most of us will strongly identify with: the film addict, vigorously played by Satta Flores. Admit it, we are like him. Not in the wider sense of being extreme like he was but close. But I think we could lose friendships over our film ideals, defended to the death; we all like to believe we know everything about the subject and we really feel sorry for him when he loses the TV quiz about Italian cinema with a problematic misinterpreted question (he was right on the issue but the proposition was more simple than his answer). And if possible we would talk hours and hours and with the same verve and passion displayed by him. In an unforgettable moment, he recreates the Odessa stair sequence from "Battleship Potemkin" just to amuse a girl - and he succeeds it a bit! And that's what this movie is about: the power of movies and its importance in one's life. Nicola, like Antonio is known for his labor, don't get paid well and is far gone from his idealistic days after the war but he's deeply involved with what he does. A little cynic but happy which is the complete opposite of the more distanced friend, Gianni - but that's a story for you to discover by watching it.

Scola's nostalgic look for the past is embraceable, real, colorful but not that much, revealing the essence of who we truly are, people who think to have control over everything in our lives and we don't. At times engaging, lovely, other times saddening and so hard to not include events of your life and compare it with what the characters go through. Time comes and goes, our needs change, our concept of life and happiness go the same way as well or don't, we can disagree on politics and movies but there's friendship, love, admiration. And we are deeply connected by experiences, the best ones and the worst ones. I think if the trio had to select a moment to remember it would be their final battle during the war, in those snowy mountains. They would never have that same bond again. My favorite bit involving one of them was when the nurse got stopped by a film crew making "La Dolce Vita". The magic of it? Fellini and Mastroianni are there to play themselves recreating the famous Fontana de Trevi sequence, fourteen years later. Unforgettable. You won't be the same after watching this. 10/10

Sorry for being much too lenient but in these perverse times where everybody is talking of global warming, please excuse me when I say that I just have wonderful praises for this great film. It is great on every front. What is the yardstick by which a great film can be measured ? A great film can be recognized by its inherent ability to make viewers shed some emotional tears and weep inconsolably. This is what this great masterpiece by Ettore Scola did to me. We all loved each other is such a pleasant film that it can be compared to a sweet lullaby. The ease with which the various dramatic events happen is a joy to behold. I am not really sure about this fact but I think that may be French master Claude Sautet must have been influenced by this film when he decided to make a similar masterpiece called "Vincent, François, Paul et les autres".Which one is the better film ? Watch both of them and find out for yourself.

Produced in 1974, 'C'eravamo tanto amati' (The English title is 'We All Loved Each Other So Much') was for Ettore Scola his first highly successful film, that also brought him international recognition. Many remarkable movies were to follow, but this bittersweet saga of Italy's first 30 years after World War II remains one of his best films. Scola can be considered the last of the great directors of the glory period of Italian cinema, although he was decades younger than De Sica, Visconti or Rossellini, and about ten years younger than Fellini and Pasolini. Through the epic force, the political commitment and the perfect mastery of the means of cinematic expression, and also because of the explicit homage paid to the masters and colleagues De Sica and Fellini, 'C'eravamo tanto amati' can be looked at as a beautiful period finale. At the same time its Italian comedy style makes this film a light (in the good sense of the word) and enjoyable cinematic experience.

The action of the film begins in 1944, when three friends, three heroes in the cinematic sense but also in their real life, descend victorious from the mountains in which they had fought as partisans against the fascists. Their paths in life are separated, but they will intersect several times and the film captures precisely these encounters spread in time over the next three decades. Giani (Vittorio Gassman) becomes a lawyer and defender in some not very clean cases, makes a convenient marriage that enriches him and becomes a building magnate. Antonio (Nino Manfredi), a left-wing intellectual and a passionate of cinema, refuses to compromise, leaves his wife and son as well as teaching in a small provincial town to become a film journalist in Rome. Antonio (Stefano Satta Flores) is a paramedic in the hospital and leads a modest existence illuminated only by the love for the beautiful actress Luciana (Stefania Sandrelli) that in fact all three men will fall in love with at one time or another in the story. So we are dealing with a capitalist, an intellectual and a proletarian, plus a muse. The fates of the four and their encounters are traced over thirty years, with their meanders and conflicts, and with their intersections with the history of Italian film that lives at the same time its golden age (Frederico Fellini, Vittorio De Sica, Marcelo Mastroianni contribute with cameo appearances in the film).

Half of 'C'eravamo tanto amati' is filmed in black and white and the other half in color in parallel with the film transition that took place in the history of the film during the story. The acting interpretations are all remarkable. To the quartet of heroes I mentioned I would add the character of Gianni's father-in-law played by Aldo Fabrizi, a formidable role of composition. The accessible Italian-style comedy style makes the film enjoyable to watch, while the insertions of elements borrowed from theatre (the heroes addressing the audience as if from the stage) or from the 'cinematic kitchen' (repeated takes or stop-frames) make watching the film interesting for more experimental cinema enthusiasts as well. Ettore Scola was one of the directors who knew how to combine inventiveness, accessibility and narrative talent. The disappointment of the heroes is that of a generation that not only dreamed of a better world but also fought for it, but for which the hour of balance is also the hour of disappointment. A story that seems to repeat itself generation after generation.