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Io sono l’amore – Luca Guadagnino


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I think I saw a masterpiece! I did, I did!

Io sono l’amore is a story about losing and finding one’s self through love and death. Tilda Swinton is part of a rich Italian family, she is Russian and her efforts to blend in seem to have worked when the story starts. She gave up her Russian name, religion, identity and became an Italian woman, a perfect wife and hostess.

Depicting the life of a wealthy Italian family the atmosphere is cold and up-tight. But there is a sense of equilibrium; all characters seem at ease in normal parameters. But passionate love comes knocking on the back door of high-society and its etiquette. Love brought some cookies and all the hidden and forgotten identities have a sweet tooth.

Passion and lust soon burst through the screen and it is due to perfect shots and editing. Tilda Swinton’s skin, ankle, elbow are burning with desire in eager close-ups.

Who is this Love that so proudly claims his/her presence in the title? We cannot see Love but we can feel an energy that haunts Milano’s industrial skyline, the Recchi’s fancy dinner parties and the outskirts of San Remo where bugs, grass and the burning sun assist love’s welcomed aggression. Sometimes we feel the presence in its absence because image offers a bountiful platter of emotions; a perfect job done by cinematographer Yorick Le Saux and editor Walter Fasano.

Love hides behind the camera, in the flutter of the expensive or rugged clothing, in the amazing food of a genius cook. Food and taste play an important role in freeing passion and there are plenty of shots with food. I even dreamt about ukha, the Russian fish soup.

But next to love Love hides Death, they’re in amorous embrace.
Death frees love and love frees death yet entrapping each other in earth’s womb, the grave; a grand finale!

Time – Kim Ki-Duk



Another terrifying love story is unfolding in Kim Ki-Duk’s “Time” that opens brutally with a plastic surgery. Plastic surgery embellishes and restores youth at least for a while. But it can also be used in a more dramatic way for a more dramatic purpose. Kim Ki-Duk, as always, finds the extreme way to make his point.

Plastic surgery is used here to change (not necessarily to embellish) one’s face completely to keep a relationship alive, to keep love fresh. It is an ultimate, desperate attempt to save love from fading away, to keep alive the sexual interest, this wanderer.

They say time is a healer, and that is right. Time is also a killer, and that is also right. Love is a game and games are played by children, right? Children enjoy games to the maximum, then, in time, they get bored, very bored, right?

All lovers are riveted by their lovers just as children are fascinated by their toys and games. For them time is suspended, history has stopped and eternity is the only thing that matters; the “forever and evers” are dancing in crazy circles with the “NOW!” But time, this low-profile thief, has not stopped its slow and sure pace during love’s celebration and went on corroding the enthusiasm, the playfulness bit by bit, day by day.

Kim Ki-Duk puts his main male character on a mad run after the lost lover. But he is actually looking for something not someone; the feeling, the one that switches on eternity. He is looking for that feeling everywhere, in everyone, because “we’re all humans” right? Anyone can be “the one” if she would only awaken the enthusiasm in him. Then his lover comes back with a changed face, with a different name. They meet each other they even like each other…

Then Kim Ki-Duk starts slapping us. Roles are changing and now she has to run and look for him everywhere, in everyone. Hide and seek is a thrilling game, isn’t it? She is also looking for the feeling that, in her case, the right answer would bring: “How does my hand feel?” she asks obsessively waiting one answer only: “Feels like the right fit for my hand”. Her quest becomes unbearably desperate and the outcome is another slap that whirls time that seemed so goddamned linear.

The only place where love rides along with eternity is art, is the only place where it can escape time’s mill. The characters are constantly visiting a sculpture park – its theme is love and its different stages – they keep coming back, contemplating the everlasting lovers, the everlasting “forever and evers” they’re longing to utter but which they can never keep.

Fortunately is not their fault is just time passing by.

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