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From: Remi
Category: Films
Date: 12 August 2004
The film started off in the same sort of fashion as Big Brother, without the machinations. People relating to eachother in a pleasant, everyday style. Smoothing over the roughness we might feel for those around us. Nasty stuff kept hidden. A psycho-analyst living with his wife and 2 kids in an Italian city. Still, the occasional misdemeanour. Breaking a fossil at school, loosing at tennis. I speak pf the son. Then, the nastiness come out;he dies in a diving accident. Suddenly the family are faced with the feelings they had not been taking much notice of, and they don't know how to handle them. Indeed who does? Observe the elaborate religions we have created, the customs and neuroses. The analayst who has spent so much time analysing and explaining other people's feelings is at a loss to do so with his own. He becomes the victim of the thoughts and feelings his patients might. His wife is no better off. We are reminded; what might we do in their situation? The viewer thinks back to their experineces with the d-word, have you got any better at it? Ironically, the younger daughter has the stronger shoulders to bear the loss. Redeemption comes in the form of the late son's summer romance. This helps to piece together his memory for them, by seeing him through someone else's eyes and not the insistent,un-remmitting mindset they can't escape. Something new grows and they are able to live.
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