Art attracts us only by what it reveals of our most secret self.
I wish one day I will have the capability and the sensibility to write anything that is remotely close to the impeccable script of La Notte, this film is sublime, the craft put into making it is unparalleled, I'm jealous that'll never make anything that perfect, fucking powerful stuff, I'm high on this film.
I love cinema and I love my mother!
I said that in tears as soon as finished watching The Second Night, then I went and hugged my mom which is something I hadn't done in a while and told her that I loved her so much, she told me she did too. So please go and hug your mom, if she's away call her and tell her you love her, she's been through a lot both as a woman and as your mother, go before it's too late.
This movie is so draggy goddammit I wanted to punch myself while watching it from how numb I was feeling, it's so over-acted that it became devoid of any human emotion, and the war scenes are just a cluster fuck that my eyes actually hurt, it's so boring, who even gives a fuck about those characters if you even can call them that, they're radios just spewing dialogue, I couldn't finish it in a single sitting, I actually paused it for three days, I couldn't get myself to finish it till now.