Magico realismo. Il cinema di Silvio Soldini
It is difficult to identify role models (initially Godard and Wenders, but also Antonioni and Ozu) for a director like Silvio Soldini who, on the contrary, has been able to bring his own originality to the making of a cinema that is little tied to the Italian tradition and instead very attentive to a broader, almost universalistic scope even when he tells, as often happens, "minimalist" stories of the provinces and simple feelings.
Silvio Soldini's cinema has instilled in viewers expert conceptual doubts by virtue of a path that, from the naturalism and realism of his early films, has increasingly become infused with the lifeblood of metaphor. From identifying the bourgeois Galaxy revealed through the construction of archetypal characters, shrouded in a propensity for aporias and solipsism, to cloaking their daily actions in "surrealism." To enter into social and, indirectly, political exploration, especially through his documentaries and behavioral analysis: to penetrate, therefore, the utopian journey and ecstatic escape, sometimes through "false movements." Silvio Soldini's cinema as an intellectual "periscopic" production of difference, stimulation of doubt, provocation of limpid cultural craft.
These are the themes Domenico Lucchini explores and resolves in a comprehensive and in-depth essay. A circumnavigation that touches every corner of the Milanese auteur's complex narrative, as well as the shores of linguistic interpretation, from the neorealist to the fairytale register (the "magical realism") that pervades his forty films. This is the first comprehensive discussion of Soldini's cinema in Switzerland, a subject missing from Italy for twenty years; the merit is twofold.
During a bus tour, Rosalba, a housewife from Pescara, is left behind at a service station. Somewhat offended, instead of waiting for her husband and children to come pick her up, she decides to head home. But then she finds herself in a car headed to Venice, where she's never been before. The next day is Sunday...
What was supposed to be a day of freedom turns into a “little vacation” – as she herself calls it in the letter she sends home.
Mimmo, her husband, is beside himself. He discovers that one of his plumber employees, Costantino, is an avid reader of detective novels and sends him to Venice to search for his wife, whose address he has no contact information for.
Meanwhile, Rosalba has started a new life. She's found a job with an old anarchist florist, lives with Fernando, an enigmatic waiter of Icelandic origins with a passion for Orlando Furioso, and has become close friends with Grazia, her neighbor, a beautician and holistic masseuse.
Encouraged by Fernando, Rosalba has also taken up playing the accordion, her old passion. So, when Costantino, the plumber-detective, after various vicissitudes, manages to overtake her, he too will become entangled in something he hadn't foreseen...