io non ho paura.

I was about to start gushing about this film and then I caught myself. I don't exactly want to turn into one of those people who indiscriminately fall over their feet worshipping every foreign film that comes their way. But still, there is something captivating about the exoticism of what's out there. You can say it's something like living vicariously through the camera lens.

This Italian film. io non ho paura. "I'm not scared". The plot is simple and the twist at the end not altogether unexpected. Yet when I was watching it, I could see and feel the beauty of the clear blue skies, the huge expanse of a golden wheatfield, with its many fingers rustling in the wind, the freedom of racing, racing through clean, warm summer air, just that pure freedom. The film savours the humaness and innocent goodness of Michele, the beauty of the Italian summer and all those miles and miles of freedom. This is not a clever film, the way something like the Matrix or Memento is clever. Watching it, I was, for a moment, faraway and free, running through the wheatfields under the clearest, bluest skies. This is a film that celebrates beauty and life and that is what I really love about it and that is what is worth gushing about.

excellento.