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Alright, can someone please walk me through why "la stanza del figlio" is supposedly such a masterpiece? To me, it feels like just another mediocre flick, and I’m having a hard time buying the hype that it was the big winner at Cannes 2001 (you know, the one that snagged the Palma for best film). Honestly, the movie was fine enough while it was just drifting through the daily grind of a typical family—I actually would have preferred if it had just stayed in that lane without all the heavy drama. But that whole tragedy bit felt totally unearned, like it lacked any real justification or deeper point. It felt completely arbitrary, like something pulled out of thin air just for shock value. Was the message supposed to be that a good life can't last, or maybe that you can help everyone else through their struggles while being totally powerless to fix your own mess? Is that really it? Tell me if I'm missing something huge here.
There’s this interview on the DVD where Nanni Moretti—who basically wears every hat imaginable as the lead actor, writer, producer, and director—basically admits he's a total competitor. He says winning is everything to him, and that he beats his own previous records simply because he has this obsessive drive to come out on top. There’s even a scene in the film where he explains this exact mindset to his son—that you have to have that killer instinct—while the kid just wants to play tennis and enjoy himself. The fact that Moretti walked away with the Palma at Cannes just feels like a validation of how hollow his whole philosophy is. Sure, he won, but at what cost to the art?
There’s this interview on the DVD where Nanni Moretti—who basically wears every hat imaginable as the lead actor, writer, producer, and director—basically admits he's a total competitor. He says winning is everything to him, and that he beats his own previous records simply because he has this obsessive drive to come out on top. There’s even a scene in the film where he explains this exact mindset to his son—that you have to have that killer instinct—while the kid just wants to play tennis and enjoy himself. The fact that Moretti walked away with the Palma at Cannes just feels like a validation of how hollow his whole philosophy is. Sure, he won, but at what cost to the art?