Last night I saw the Italian movie “Le conseguenze dell'amore” by Paolo Sorrentino. I must have watched this movie already four times, but some movies you cannot watch enough.
(On the occasion of the publication of my collection of essays on film “Buster Keaton never smiles” an arthouse cinema in Antwerp had asked me to be their guest curator.)
My girlfriend said after the movie: “This was not my film. But I could see why you love this film so much.”
Most people believe that the consequences of love can only be positive. Mr. Sorrentino reminds us that the consequences of love are very often devastating.