A documentary by Pietro Marcello Vincent and Mary Motta Monaco
It was therefore necessary to wait for the twenty-seventh edition because an Italian film wins the prize for best film in competition at the Turin Film Festival. If we win it is a documentary on the writer's satisfaction increases. The definition of documentary, in fact, is a bit 'close to a movie like The mouth of the wolf, a work that is not caged in the stereotypes of gender and able to innovate the forms of film language. Peter Marcello, we had enjoyed as a director of the intense " The passage of the line, it makes her look of copyright, in the service of storytelling shots, to leave the tight confines of the documentation of the reality and giving his film the greater scope and power of cinema. Marcello moves so at the turn of the melodrama, the story, the social survey, managing to surprise us with the spectacle of life and intensity of emotions.
In the alleys of the old city of Genoa, those so dear to Fabrizio De Andrè, it happens sometimes that certain meetings are special. This is surely the one with the director Enzo, long-time ex-convict, Mary, transsexual, and their love story. Mary waited twenty years Enzo, known in prison, discounted punishment and come home to build the dream of a peaceful and happy life together. The recount their voices impressed over the years on cassette tapes that the two are sent, and a counterpoint to their image today. As reflected in their faces, in a sequence very touching, turn their story directly to the camera.
Peter Marcello tells the story of characters defeated, marginal, overwhelmed by life, who were unable or unwilling to oppose any resistance to the events in the illusion of control and dominate them, always. The mouth of the wolf is a film about memories and nostalgia, the past and the future of a city reports on how the story, the one with a capital S, it is often only the background of a myriad of smaller stories, dense and moving. And if today Enzo is in a sense a victim of a confused, unable, in some ways, to "be normal", at least the dream of a house with a little 'ground for us and a garden with sea view , still resist the inexorable passage of time. Remains intact as well as their ability to be tender, love, poetry and live. But like them, Genoa also looks at the broad horizon of the sea by the narrow and dirty. And while the past comes to life (and re-collapse) in archival images, still teeming with humanity, but poor life, his flock 'caruggi' Dove non arriva il Sole mother.
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