Barnabo des montagnes

Despite the technical quality of the film, the director misses the point of Buzzati's superb novel, whose atmosphere is dominated in every sense by the peculiar relationship between man and mountain, with its hard edges and severe ways, but also with its poetry and complex, magical and delicate feelings. The film's plot could on the contrary be easily shifted in any other environment - only the personal story of the main character, Barnabo, is inherited from the book. I don't know whether the director's purpose was to be realistic, but honestly I suspect that on the contrary this film is just a missed attempt at poetry. I strongly suggest reading the novel instead of watching the movie, it doesn't take much longer and it's a better value for money.