That cut after Franco returns home to the sound of the TV, to the shot of all the pigeons in what I presume is Piazza San Marco, is incredible. Jesus christ that's a lot of birds. Had to rewatch it just to wrap my head around all the birds on my screen.
Whole film had some very creative images though.
Countless times I've read film reviewers use some variation of "this film is pure poetry". It's crossed my sight so often that I can't a time when I thought of the phrase as anything more than an idiom that simply describes a beautiful film (generally speaking). These films are typically carefully written, well performed (often with dramatic emphasis on actors' reactions and movement), all complimented camera work and editing. I've always read the phrase as a catch all for…
