From Mike D'Angelo.
The Hand of God (2021, Paolo Sorrentino)
57/100
Surprisingly conventional, albeit in a very Italian-male sort of way; it plays very much like Sorrentino's Amarcord, right down to the adolescent fixation on older women's enormous breasts (coupled with said women's suspiciously convenient penchant for titillating/seducing boys). His teenage alter ego never quite comes into focus as a character, which perhaps explains why Hand of God opens with Patrizia meeting the Little Monk—a fanciful scene, more in line with Sorrentino's standard mode, at which Fabié wasn't present (though racing to her rescue afterward with his parents was clearly a crucial memory), but one that offers a sense of beauty (that grounded chandelier!) and mystery (limo saint!) rarely seen again after the kid's perspective takes over. Furthermore, the central tragedy—reportedly autobiographical, even if I was reminded that the exact same unsensed horror befell "Weird Al" Yankovic's mom and dad—is doubly tragic in that it deprives us of the film's two most vital presences. Mom's love of slightly cruel practical jokes counterbalances her over-the-top marital anguish, and of course Servillo is Servillo, twinkling with private amusement; their final moments are beautifully handled, and intensely moving if you're aware (or can intuit) that Sorrentino has re-imagined the worst thing that ever happened to him as a tender tribute to their respective natures. (I also rolled my eyes at the running gag in which we never see Daniela, who's always in the bathroom, only to be caught off guard by the catharsis when she finally emerges.) Fabietto losing his virginity to the upstairs Baroness, on the other hand, feels dully familiar despite being somewhat outré, and I'd argue that the world could get along just fine at this point without another portrait of the aspiring filmmaker as a young man. As for Maradona, he means nothing to me—not a sports guy—but replace him with, say, Memoria ("sorry, Mom and Dad, it's only playing this one week and then I might never have another chance to see it") and I feel like my Joe fandom would likely be forever tainted by survivor's guilt. That's a potentially interesting aftermath, but it ain't this film's.
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