Brividi

Rating: 9/10 (5 May 2014)

It does not happen often. Just finished it and, farther the tears of commotion that, yes, contain also a taste of anger, I got a shake through my back, another one, one more. I lay here, with the feeling that some shake is still stuck inside, and is not going to leave me for days, as are not going to leave the images and the stories that this movie tells. And, obviously, the hate for the Englishmen (inconvenient, as I am living in Reading for two moths more). I am (shamefully) at my first Ken Loach movie, but I have the sensation of a great discover. A direction that may appear dry and detached, maybe because far away from the eccentric ones I'm used to, but detains actually the sober and precious role of the storyteller. For the ones that usually don't appreciate the kind, no worries: you are going to love this anyhow. The screenplay is a masterpiece itself, without dead zones, air pockets or forced dialogue. Actors performances are even too much realistic. One of the movies that allow you to forget that it is, making way for goose flash and to transporting bitterness of this stories that are great, but true.