A comfortably rich couple are
financially ruined and in the devastation of the Italian economy,
find themselves sinking down the class ladder faster than their cash
is running out.
The film basically puts the golden
couple through the degradation and psychological horror of downward
mobility. Imagine the horror: she needs to perform meaningless
part-time work for money instead of restore frescoes for free, while
he goes from chasing underpaying managerial positions to taking odd
jobs from unemployment agencies! What will their friends think? Will
they be able to live with themselves like this? What will their
declasse, petite bourgeoisie son-in-law think of them now? Can their
marriage last?
While the premise indicates a dark or
even morbid Marxist comedy of class manners (and there’s even an
extended interlude where the help offered by their friendly new
neighbours at a housing project are misread with comic consequences),
director Silvio Soldini and his creative team choose to tell the tale
as a straight drama.
In other words, expect many scenes of
degradation and humiliation, of characters wallowing in self-pity,
handling each setback with increasing dismay, and going into BSOD
mode. The film is interested in portraying the horror of losing
control and self-esteem and does it very well, but is far less
interested in the implication that the ideas of control and
self-esteem are bound to class, wealth, and distinction, or
questioning how the holders of such ideas may adapt or abandon them
in the face of irreversible downward mobility.
In so avoiding this less-taken road,
the film is left free to lurch towards a more sweet-than-bitter
ending that feels a little false, despite the emotional intensity of
its performances.
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