Palombella Rossa

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Just posted to Critical Memory

Palombella Rossa (1989) it is probably my favorite film by Nanni Moretti.
I have never played water polo, except on my dreams, but back then when I saw this film for the first time, I really thought I could play it. Coincidentally (or not), the protagonist is called Michele, making it easy to imagine myself in the middle of the pool repeating incessantly mi recordo… (I remember).

There are films that we forget quickly and there are films we remember for long.

I like to swim. I often go to a pool where I can hear the noise of a water polo team training, being their voices and splashes filtered by the water So, listening to them, whenever I enter the pool to swim in those summer days when the pool cover is open and I see the blue sky above me, I remember this Michele Apicella and I start repeating to myself his mi ricordo.

In this film, I love the way spoken words seem able to erupt at any time or anywhere, and almost always excessively; I like the outdoor pool somewhere in Sicily; I like the mix of tragedy, comedy and musical. The scene I have chosen in Youtube have it all. It begins in a television studio and ends in the middle of a pool, crossed by this amnesiac Michele singing…

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