The Great Beauty

La Grande Bellezza (The Great Beauty)  FL, 2013, 4 ½ stars

The Great Beauty  lives up to its name

Stunning take on life’s mysteries is one of year’s best

From The Orlando Weekly, March 5, 2014; and Jacksonville Folio Weekly, March 12, 2014

The word “Felliniesque” is tossed around too liberally. The films given that label often contain some of the fantastical elements of Italian director Federico Fellini’s works but little of the quality. The Great Beauty (La Grande Bellezza in its native Italian) is imbued with both, boldly planting itself among the top five movies of 2013 and taking home the Oscar for best foreign-language film.


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Directed by Paolo Sorrentino, who is sometimes compared to Fellini, The Great Beauty stars the brilliant Toni Servillo as Jep, a journalist and socialite. After celebrating his 65th birthday in a style befitting a hedonistic prince, Jep begins to question not just his life but his entire world, and whether he’ll ever discover real beauty and, therefore, truth.

“To this question, as kids, my friends always gave the same answer: pussy,” Jep says. “Whereas I answered: ‘the smell of old people’s houses.’ The question was: ‘What do you like most, really, in life?’ I was destined for sensibility. I was destined to become a writer. I was destined to become Jep Gambardella.”

Despite this sensibility, Jep finds a perverse pleasure in his social status. “I wanted to be the king of high life,” he says. “I didn’t just want to go to parties. I wanted to have the power to make them a failure.” Yet, as the film progresses, Jep increasingly recognizes that he is lost, as are all the characters, including a Vatican cardinal who, though a favorite to succeed to the Papacy, is unable to offer a single word of wisdom. Surrounded by decadence, extravagance and pretention, Jep is looking for something greater.

He’s essentially an aged version of Marcello Mastroianni’s character from La Dolce Vita, also a playboy and journalist. Indeed, Sorentino’s entire film is an update of the 1960 Fellini classic and a commentary on Rome. Even Jep’s closest companions, a stripper and a failed actor, are interpretations of the Eternal City, right down to their names, Ramona and Romano. In stark contrast is the long-lost love of Jep’s life, the aptly named Elisa, whom we learn, in an Elysian Fields visual metaphor, may be the only beauty Jep has ever known.

All these life lessons are told through the swirling, masterful mosaic of Luca Bigazzi’s cinematography, the intellectual editing of Cristiano Travaglioli and the surreal storytelling of Sorentino. Using non-traditional narrative, comedy, heartbreak, juxtaposition of the vulgar and sacred, and symbolism that can’t be appreciated in a single viewing, the director/writer has given us a mysterious, sensual prism through which to view our own shortcomings and longings.

I end with an open letter to the Academy of Motion Picture Arts and Sciences: Confining this great beauty of a movie to the foreign-language category instead of nominating it for best overall offering is a travesty. Add the snubs for The Act of Killing – yes, documentaries can be nominated for best film – and Inside Llewyn Davis, and this year’s statuettes aren’t even worth the cost of the gold it took to make them.

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