Il più bel giorno della mia vita

This really poetic film tells the story of an italian family. It is the story of a grandmother, Irene, her two daughters, Rita and Sara and her son, Claudio. Sara is a woman who is not able to trust of any man and she is always worry for her son. Rita, who has two daughters, is living the end of her marriage and is in love with a veterinary surgeon. Claudio is a gay and he doesn't try to manage this fact in a good way. At the beginning the relationship inside this family are very formal, everyone tries to hide his deep feelings but, little by little, the impossibility to live a daily life behind a mask determines a change in the behaviour of all protagonists. However this change is not without suffering. Irene herself, who at a first glance seems to be a woman without uncertainty and always tried to give serenity to all his family, suddendly realizes that her life was full of masks too and that suffering and uncertainty are elements of every life.

As you probably know it is a story of a group of brothers and their mother, it talks about different view of relationship, sex and so on. It has many points, the story goes on fluently, the atmosphere is cured, actors works really good, they export very well emotions and the entire movie as well. The only problem I found is quite basic: it is a normal, classical Italian movie! I'm not talking about Fellini & co.'s movies, but the last decade of movies from my country. They tell us the story of reletionship, familiar problem, real emotions and more. OK, sometimes it is not so bad, like this one indeed, but it seems every time the sequel of a previous movie of this typology. DADIE

I just finished watching this movie on TV and I must say I enjoyed it. Unlike some commentators here, I found it well acted, filmed and decently written. I am Italian and I liked the dialogues and the way in which they draw the identity and psychology of each character. They are dry and realistic. Silence and inability to fully talk are presented as important as they are in real life and, it seems to me, in many family dynamics. And for being a movie produced by RAI, of course it has some obvious auto-limitations in the way in which certain themes are represented – like homosexuality and the absence of a scene of sexual intercourse or even a kiss between two males – but still it does a decent job in rendering passions, emotions and the way in which sexuality shapes human relationship and understanding. So, not a masterpiece, but a good product.

The problem with some other reviews here has to do with the conception of cinema that some have and the ramifications that this has on the way they judge a movie. For many it seems that a film should necessarily be a piece of militant advocacy for the cause they see as fundamental. So any creation should stand for something: war criticism, homosexuality, fight against segregation, etc. And if the cause happens to be a centerpiece of today's political correctness, then the movie should scream that for one hundred minutes in the ears of the viewers. Well, this movie is not of that kind and does not want to say much about homosexuality. It tries to see human relations with eyes of a ten year old girl, not with the over-pouring judgment of, say, Almodovar. It takes some ability to be light, and Ms. Comencini has it.

A pity this film starred several major Italian actors and actresses, from Virna Lisi to Margherita Buy, and even today's seemingly brightest stars on the Italian movie scene, Luigi Lo Cascio and Sandra Ceccarelli. The problem with this piece of work is not the issues it discusses, these being quite simply some of the brightest and darkest sides of life. It is the fact that pretty much everything could have been done better here - the plot, the photography, the acting, the ending - none of which are anywhere near the level of "Luce dei miei occhi", a previous work (by another director) also starring Lo Cascio and Ceccarelli. The entrance of one manifestly dubbed foreign actor contributes in making the film more wobbly and less believable. But most of all, the way Ricky Tognazzi steps in, near the end of the story, exposes a major plot hole. After that final faux pas, the film is hardly salvageable.

There is some movies that have a special and well designed message. 'Piú bel Giorno della mia vita, il' is one of them. Maybe someone would think that the movie is a bit obvious and redundant. But the point is that this movie wants to tells us a common story, a story of a family (an Italian family, but maybe all the families in the world have the same problems)in search of love, companionship, tolerance and hope. In this angle, the movie made a good work. Its dialog are natural, simple minded but realistic and the characters are compassionate and not just cardboard figures. Some themes are treated with dignity, although not with profoundity. The gay relationship between Claudio and Luca, the solitude and vague sadness of the mother (played by Virna Lisi), the innocence and sadness of the little girl named Chiara. The movies made in Italy have a special place in the history of cinema. Just remember Fellini ('Amarcord') or Ettore Scola ('Famiglia, La'). In the last ten years, Italia was almost absent of the international scene of movies. The world discovered movies made in Spain by Almodóvar, Argentina, with directors like Juan José Campanella (Hijo de la Novia, El) or Brazil ('Central Station', by Walter Salles). This movie is almost a comeback. A good one, to be sure.